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Termyn8or -> RE: a perfect day (5/29/2007 2:53:12 PM)
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I think Airpig is right, every day is perfect, it might just not be perfect for you.
This may sound a bit strange, but remember I am a dominant who likes to bottom sometimes. Let's just say it would be a REALLY good day if :
She woke up before me and I woke up tied sperad eagled on the bed. If I have to piss she brings a bucket, or some tubing, but the bonds are strong and I am completely helpless.
You see during a time like that I am absolved of ALL responsibility of any kind. I am arrogant and beligerant. She says next time I call her bitch I stay restrained for another ½ hour. I say "Bitch bitch bitch". That means she is going to work me for an hour and a half before finally giving it to me and there ain't a damn thing I can do about it. She is kind, except for those nipple clamps and a few other things. She loves me, and decides to hold my hand. I clamp down and say "I ain't letting go until you release me" and then she informs me that the keys are way across the room. Oh well.
I am forced to lick her, and my nose itches so I try to scratch it on her pubic hair. She brings each erogenous zone to my mouth for the proper attention. I start thinking maybe next time I will only call her bitch twice. The last half hour drags on. I can't see a clock, so I have to trust her about the time. Finally she mounts me and I get off. At this point I want nothing more than to be released. She says "I ain't done with you yet". In the cuddle time after sex alot of Women like, I can't move, I want to put my arms around her and whatever, but can't.
At this point it is real bondage. REAL BONDAGE. I start to get hard again. She says "That is what I was waiting for" She then puts a cock ring on me and rides me until I am sore.
Then it is my turn for aftercare. I am finally released, go to the bathroom and come back and give her some lovin, not sex. And at some point in time, we go back, we unswitch and I am again the Master. I say "Woman, food". She gets up and goes in the kitchen and cooks something.
Anything else that happens that day does not mean shit. It was a good day. I'd probably blow off work and spend the day with her. I might take her to the store and buy her something. She would know that though I am dominant, I am not domineering.
And she would stick around, and she get hers the next night ! As she sleeps I quietly put the metal and leather cuffs on her, they are extremely comfortable. Ever so slowly, so as not to wake her I tie them to the attachment points. She is as helpless as I was. Switch time is over now. Yummy.
Now that I would consider a superlative day, I have only had a scant few days ever that even come close.
You asked.
T
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