Untimely Fantasizing

One of the items that we purchased from Danny at Winter Wickedness was a very unique, well-designed, and aesthetically pleasing spreader bar. It is manufactured from lovely old (reclaimed) wood. It has a series of holes drilled along its length, and is therefore adjustable from a length of about 15 inches out to probably three feet. There is an ingenious peg system at the end that allows the D-rings of ankle or wrist cuffs to be inserted into a notch and then pegged in place. The intention of this design is to prevent the spreader bar from banging into the ankle -- the linkage keeps everything aligned appropriately. We paid a pretty sum for it, brought it home, and stashed it in the corner. It has been there ever since.

I've scarcely thought about it. I could have found it if requested, but beyond that, I've not contemplated its presence at all. Until the last few days.

In these last days (well, nights really), I've become fascinated with the spreader bar. It has come to occupy a prominent place in my imaginings and my dreaming.

In my dreams, we decide to play using the surface of the coffee table / flogging frame. The table is designed with rope "handles" that are able to serve as tie-down points. With a comforter and my "spanking" pillow on the surface, I imagine Him fastening the spreader bar to my ankle cuffs as I lie face up on the table. Then, He attaches it to the tie downs on the table, and restrains my hands above my head. The scene that invariably plays out in my head involves seldom used implements like the crop and the dogging bat used on my tits and my pussy as I writhe against the restraints. Somewhere, in the middle of everything, through the magical power of fantasy, I always end up flipped over as He finishes up the session on my back and ass.

I find it ironic, and more than a little frustrating that this particular bit of perverted fantasizing is making its appearance now when we are all fully wrapped up in this pre-surgical fast. Our energies are at a low ebb, and we are generally not any of us feeling well. The likelihood that there will be any sort of significant play anytime soon, is very, very small.

Perhaps, I'll simply have to savor this one for the duration; keeping it tucked away in my brain; a bit of mind candy to be tucked away and enjoyed while we weather these next few months. It might just be that this is something to look forward to when we've successfully navigated the road of surgery and recovery.

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