Some people play kinky games away from home, on vacation, or just a night away from the kids. Well, I feel like I just returned from a long absence and need to play. Being back home means playing games. The kinkier, the better.
Some of my regular playgrounds are still restricted by COVID, but that’s not keeping creative friends from using me. For them, I’m a long-lost toy, shiny like new, and all too eager to make a good impression. Sara had the first crack at me.
This isn’t really much of a ‘game’. The rules are very simple. I lose, she calls the shots. I win, she calls the shots. Neither of us cares about how we get to her dominating me for a night. She delights in the idea, and I am left wondering what she has planned.
Although I know her and my adopted hometown, I haven’t been around much the past few years. And with Covid, some rules have changed, even though life has almost returned to normal. So, we made my temporary housing our playground, and the bar below the challenge.
I’ve got most of my gear laid-out for her. The door rings, it’s her. Sara is pretty, in a regular girl kind of way. Her mind is anything but regular. She used to be a professional dominatrix for a few years, but now has a pretty lucrative job. She keeps a stable of ‘play-friends’, but she always liked me just a little more.
The feeling has always been mutual. Even though she is a few years younger than me, her dominant nature is intoxicating. As much as I don’t see myself in a committed relationship with her, she definitely sets the bar for mental dominance. Even as her friend, I never question a word she says when we play. I trust her completely, and not only because she used to torture people for a living.
I’m already dressed for her. She looks over my catsuit, approves, and pulls me by my collar. I had forgotten what it feels like to kiss a dominant girl. Let me just say, if you ever have the chance, and you’re into it, do it. As soft and gentle as it may appear, she holds my head by the collar, no escaping, and forces herself deep into my mouth.
She pulls me down, I have to submit to her strong grip, our lips never part. It’s a ceremony for her. She’s in charge, I do as I am told. Tenderness is not to be confused with equality. I’m the sub, and she is everything I ever wanted.
“Let’s go downstairs, you’re expected.” I haven’t been outside in public wearing just a catsuit and heels in so long. The butterflies in my stomach are a minor tornado. But Sara takes my hand, gently, barely touching, and I know what I must do. This night belongs to her and I will follow her to the end of the world.
To be continued…
Francesca, it is vicariously exciting to hear you tell of your submitting yourself to your new situation and renewing your relationship with Sara. How relaxing (in a subordinate way) to have clear boundaries and rules in which you can just let yourself be you as you play together again. I look forward to more news of your play. xoxo
It seems like so much has happened since I did this post — I’m really sorry for the late reply. I’ve barely had time for Sara during the past weeks, but I hope that will change. It’s nice to know that she’s there for me. xoxo
You look absolutely gorgeous, and I look forward to read more about your night with Sara. It’s fabulous that you are reconnecting with your friends 🙂
~ Marie
Thanks, Marie, and I’m soooo sorry for the late reply. It’s been insane how the last few weeks have just overwhelmed everything. It’s a bit embarrassing that I only get to reply to comments now. One of the nice things of being back home is to reconnect with friends – it’s just different here. So much less complicated it seems. It’s good to be home. xoxo
You look great and the start of a lovly evening for all
Thanks, sindee. There is so much more to say, and it’s a bit embarrassing that I haven’t had the time for more updates. They will come, but with all that’s going on in my life right now, it may just be a little while. xoxo
Cant wait to read more – u look amazing too
May x
I think it was just after I did this post that my life turn upside down — in a good way. I can’t believe that it’s taken me most of October to respond, but that’s in this case just a sign of how much has happened. I wished I had more time for my blog, and read others much more than I do. But there are only 24 hours in a day. I hope I can find just the right balance soon. xoxo
Amazing look as always. I can’t wait for round two!
And I can’t wait to write up round two! It’s been so crazy that I just haven’t had the time. But I hope that will eventually change and I can find the right balance between my regular working / mommy life, and my kinky life. xoxo
I know the feeling. I have stories and escapades to write but can’t seem to make the time. Best wishes , stay safe.
Good start. And you look amazing.
Thanks, Lisa. It got so much better, now I just need the time to put up the posts. It’s been a challenge to find the time….. xoxo
Mmmm, my pulse is racing already!