It's been over two weeks since my last post, and some of you have wondered where I am.
It's that time of year, with the holidays looming, and with my Mistress working in academia, and my work in Silicon Valley, things have gotten very busy.
We are still having fun, but I've not had much time for blogging.
Between the housework, my day job, my new exercise regime and eating patterns, my beginning writing career, and the new short term contract which I just finished (whew!!) it's a wonder I even had time to sleep!
On a personal note, since starting a new more integrated exercise regime and eating many small meals, I have shed about 10 pounds. Thanks, Saratoga, for the info you pointed me to!
I haven't even read all the blogs I usually like to read in the last two weeks.
Anyhow, I'll write more later, when I can catch my breath.
Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Thomas.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Post-play orneriness as an emotional defense
On Wednesday night, Mistress had me pleasure her with an all-over body massage which turned into a couple hour long play session. In the middle of it all, she consistently teased me and forced me to come to the edge, while saying “No. You may not.” to every single request of mine to orgasm.
She herself took her sweet time, and took her pleasure completely. She came three times, using my tongue, my hands, and toys.
By the end, I was floating on a sea of love and closeness intermixed with lust and surrender. I wanted to do anything for her and I felt very close to her.
Over the next few hours and into the next day or two (into part of today), I kept engaging in stupid nit-picky verbal struggles with Mistress Laura. Finally, she asked me today:
“What is up? Why are you more argumentative than usual?”
I thought for a long time and I replied:
“Every once in a while, when I feel overwhelmed by the feeling of being close to you, I want to cry, and instead, I think I look for anything that can distract you and me. So I nit-pick and get defensive about things.” I swallowed hard.
“Oh. You don't need to do that anymore. I'm not going to reject you. You can feel free to feel close to me.”
I want to cry with joy.
She herself took her sweet time, and took her pleasure completely. She came three times, using my tongue, my hands, and toys.
By the end, I was floating on a sea of love and closeness intermixed with lust and surrender. I wanted to do anything for her and I felt very close to her.
Over the next few hours and into the next day or two (into part of today), I kept engaging in stupid nit-picky verbal struggles with Mistress Laura. Finally, she asked me today:
“What is up? Why are you more argumentative than usual?”
I thought for a long time and I replied:
“Every once in a while, when I feel overwhelmed by the feeling of being close to you, I want to cry, and instead, I think I look for anything that can distract you and me. So I nit-pick and get defensive about things.” I swallowed hard.
“Oh. You don't need to do that anymore. I'm not going to reject you. You can feel free to feel close to me.”
I want to cry with joy.
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