I Asked for It...

We got off to sort of a rough start on Saturday morning. Let's face it -- I am not "easy" these days.

So, we'd begun well enough with a lusty fuck -- which isn't our usual "menu," but here lately, when things come up, we figure we better jump on it. Not to put too fine a point on it... I was only too happy to oblige, and did my thing; glad for the success of my efforts.

Then things went south, as He patted my belly, clicked the TV on, and padded off to pee... Dismissed...

I tried not to cry, but felt pretty let down. So, I got up, went on out to the kitchen and started the coffee, and began unloading the dishwasher. So much for fantasies of some sort of long, slow, luxurious scene... Ahhh well...

He called out from the bedroom that He loved me, and I guess He heard my muttering, because it didn't take long for me to get the command: "Get back in here."

Major fussiness... Not a good place to begin from. I eventually got it out -- giving Him a sense of how let down and how hurt I felt. How dismissed I'd been made to feel in that instant. How much I needed Him. The prescription of course -- a spanking.

I managed to talk my way into being allowed to keep my jammie bottoms on. I cannot even tell you how rare that is. Never, ever happens. Except this once. Spanked and paddled through my pajamas until there was not agony, but pleasant warmth and connectedness again.

And then, as He held me, and rocked me, and crooned to me, I asked for it. "Could we please try the viper?" Whispered. Because the viper is a strap that bites. Because I haven't asked for anything in play for a very long time. Because I haven't WANTED anything in play for a very long time...

He was surprised, but only too happy to oblige me. This time without the pajamas, at my instigation. I wanted the leather's bite on my skin.

It was good.

swan