Writing Assignment: Describe some of my thoughts from this weekend, main focus being on how Saturday night made me feel and last night's pussy slapping session, which I clearly enjoyed (S's words of course).
For starters this writing assignment was given to me last Wednesday and I did not complete it. I was in a bad place and had to leave town the next day and was very nervous and stressed. I talked to S about it and said that if I was forced to write about it right now, it wouldn't be any good. Of course, he never forgets and I was tasked with it today. So much has happened since then that I am not even sure how well I will do now.
Saturday was our Valentines Day (night). We started out with pedicures, then the hot springs, then a hotel room for the night (no children!!!). I was instructed to wear something I wouldn't mind getting ruined. I had a lovely, lacy (uncomfortable as all hell) bra and pantie set that I had bought in Paris that was perfect for the occasion. Things started out mildly enough with me being tied in the chair......then the strangest thing happened...and I am not sure if this is normal or not and haven't had the chance to see if it is on any blog or website....but the rest is hazy. I read S's blog about how he put something inside me (I do remember having to pee but not sucking on him while peeing), I do remember being tied up standing and him using his flogger.....but that's about it. I couldn't begin to tell you how long he did it or even what we did afterwards. As to how it made me feel......very very submissive. Pretty sure I could/did take a lot as I was waaay way off in lala land. Best Valentines Day ever.
Pussy Slapping..........never thought those two words should ever be put together, until now. I am still in shock over how close I got to going over the edge from it. S started off slow, carefully slapping me on the outside, with only a few fingers (he has the longest fingers...ever) and slowly increasing the impact, slowly opened my legs more, slowly opening me up more. Slowly I was arching my back to get it closer to him. He started to smack harder, I made little yelps now and then and instinctively closed my legs only to be forced open again and slapped harder for doing so. It was a lesson in submission, sensation and pleased S (which I live for!).
I am finding out new things about S and myself daily and he is really taking me to new levels (and I him I suspect). The time apart was very different this time (if you are a follower, you know we have struggled in the past with me leaving and coming back and us almost having to start over.....and also why the trips are needed). We missed each other like mad this time. I believe S said I was his oxygen at one point (so love him) and this trip was a good one for us and only brought us closer.