The Hotel - Part 2 The Way It Happened

“Crawl to me” he growls from across the room.

I am now on my hands and knees and I have never crawled to anyone nor been requested.  I am feeling oddly seductive.  A dichotomy of emotions are now welling up in my submissive heart and my dominant brain.  “What does he expect?” I am thinking.  But I already knew the answer.  He only expected one thing from me.  Trust. 

I lean forward, putting pressure onto my palms.  I glance down at my fingers spread evenly on the short carpet and admire the shine of the purple on my nails.  Looking up slowly, I let my deep brown eyes meet with his.  He is smiling, but his eyes are dark.

He has a caring but hard energy about him tonight.  The texts in the past 12 hours have been short, stern, and concise.  They have excited me and I have anticipated and wondered how this evening would play out.  I admit to myself I am enjoying each surprising twist.

The room feels much larger from the floor level.  It seems to take forever to make the journey on my hands and knees.  I lift my toes with each advance so as not to drag against the carpet and snag the black thigh high stockings I was instructed to wear.  I pass the bed on my right, the comforter and blankets neatly folded back, the dark mahogany wood entertainment center on my left, and finally arrive at his feet as he sits in the chair next to the window.

He likes me at his feet.  He enjoys the view as I sit and look up at him, adoring and waiting for his instruction.  At this moment in time, I have let go of what I feel others might think of me being in this physical and mental situation.  I only want to do what makes him happy.  How odd a feeling this is for me.  This overwhelming desire to be an unrestrained captive at this mans feet.  All the protective walls of tough and Top are shed.  I take guilty pleasure in knowing he is probably mentally restraining himself from physically having me now.

“You have made me very happy” he whispers and I see it in his eyes and his smile.  Seconds later, a stronger deeper voice follows with “You know what to do”…

My mouth is soft.  I use my lips to tighten and release the shaft, my tongue flicking in those sensitive spots that men have.  I use my throat muscles to cluck against the head.  An action he has instructed me to practice before this evening.  I can feel more growth with each contraction.  My mouth and throat are full now.  Air does not pass and I relax my mind so that I don’t panic.  I trust him.  I trust that he is caring as well as forceful.  I trust he will not let harm come to me.  And I continue to give him pleasure as he moans and growls my name.

His hands are in my hair now.  The grasp is tight against my scalp.  I close my eyes and moan.  I love the rough and primal feeling as he pushes me into him.  He knows I enjoy the force.  His pleasure is heightened, as I do not resist.  He is loves that I give myself to him fully.  My face is buried in his pelvis, and when I finally can take no more, I am pulled away, gasping and choking, drool and mucus stringing from my mouth.  He tells me to stay where I am, and he stands and walks away.

From past conversations, I know that I am no longer to try and see what is happening behind me.  I am not to sneak peaks as he prepares his ropes and toys.  Tonight, I focus on what he expects from me.  I obey his command and stay where I am.  The excitement continues to build inside of me and I shift a bit to move my wet panties against my clit, admittedly stealing a bit of pleasure without permission….

To be continued…

The Hotel - Part 1 The Fantasy

I can imagine the feeling as I begin the drive downtown.  The excitement as I take the exit leading me from the freeway a few short blocks to the hotel.  The wetness that began when he told me of his plans for this date, would now be uncontrollable as I enter the parking structure and make my way to the front desk. 

“I was told a room key would be waiting for me”,  I will explain to the young clerk at the desk.  He will let his fingers slightly touch mine as he places the keycard in my hand and, flirtatiously smiles like he knows, and points to the elevators leading to the 12^th floor.  “Have a wonderful evening” he will call as I turn and walk away.  I will smile knowing he is watching my ass. 

The elevator doors will open onto the 12^th floor and the smell of carpet freshener and freshly washed linen will hit my nostrils.  I will step onto the deep red and gold floor covering and glance at the wall plaque that points toward the pod of room numbers.  I will walk confidently to the room, stop, and turn.  1207 is the sign on the door.  I double check my last text message from him.  Yep, they match, and I will slide the keycard into the electronic box, watch the green light flash, and listen for the lock to click open. 

The room will be dark as I close the door behind me and flip the inside deadbolt as I was previously instructed to do.  I will remove my jacket and let it fall to the floor as my eyes adjust to the darkness.  I will be wearing only the garments he outlined in his instructions.

Stepping down the narrow hallway and into the dimness of the suite, I will see his sillouette against the closed curtains.  He will be sitting back in a chair.  Watching me.  I will stand and wait patiently until he speaks “what is expected of you?”. 

I will approach and immediately drop to my knees in front of him.  In the darkness, my hands will begin to unbuckle his belt, moving quickly to work through the buttons on his pants, and reaching in, I will pull out the firm flesh and begin....

Safer Sex Sunday

Oh it felt good to sleep in this morning.  My ass is killing me after going up and down those 2 flights of stairs yesterday.  Moving the club back into it's normal look after the NYE party.  But it's a good ass pain LOL.  I need to keep that up.  I like my ass.  I get compliments on it all the time.  It's large, yes, but nicely shaped, round, and lifted, not saggy (yet).  I try to pay attention to how I walk so that my glutes do their job.  It all pays off when I wear my chaps :)

We went to a class on "safer sex" today.  I was astonished at how much I learned and how enjoyable the person giving us the information was.  She is a trained microbiologist/rocket scientist/smart person.  She was an amazingly intelligent woman who had warmth and caring and humor about things that could be so sterile and boring.  I loved the short time we got to spend with her.

I learned alot of things, but a few really stuck in my mind.  Like how to make a dental dam out of a condom or a glove.  Like how HPV can transmit from one to another and how much more careful I should be.  Like how vanilla flavored condoms taste better than strawberry flavored.

Mostly, I learned how uniformed I really am and I will be striving to learn more now.

So tonight, I leave you with this picture of the free samples we were offered...

And remember, phone sex doesn't require a condom.  http://www.bcbchaps.com/

Chaps~

P.S. In my defense, I started writing this post when it was still 1/2/11...

1/1/11

It's freaking cold outside.  I think about a friend I recently met who promised me he had a warm tent to sleep in.  I trusted that he wasn't lying to me, but still, there is a part of me that wants to go out and find him, bring him into shelter and warmth.  But I also know that is not something he would want.  I have to accept that he knows what he wants and what is best for him.  So I sit here and feel a bit of guilt at where I am at.

I spent New Years Eve with people I love.  My husband who had a date with a close friend.  My Dom who made arrangements that allowed him time to spend a special few hours with me.  Other close friends from the club.  We stood together in the hallway next to the DJ booth as the clock struck 12.  At that moment, we exchanged kisses, yelled "switch", and exchanged kisses with the next person, yelled "switch" and repeated the process.  It was fun and a moment to remember.

The day was spent with many of these same friends.  Cleaning up the club, getting it ready for the party tonight.  We won't be there.  Most of us won't.  We are too tired.  But have still spent the day together, working towards a cause we believe in.  We all know and take pride in the fact that we are a main part of why this club remains in our lives.

And so the day ends.  A fireplace.  A warm blanket.  I have the phone line open for a sexy phone sex chat.

I leave you with this sexy http://www.bcbchaps.com/ photo and wish you the start of a Happy New Year!

Chaps~

A Weekend Of Friends

There's a storm outside.  I'm sitting in Lincoln City at a rented beach house that overlooks the ocean.  I've been watching waves crash one over the other for 2 and a half days.  I am surrounded by people who I love and who love me.

We have laughed.  We have shared.  We have eaten..oh God have we eaten.  We have slept in.  We have not slept enough.  We woke up to rain and wind.  We woke up to beautiful sunrises.



They made me a cake.  My birthday is next Saturday. I'll be 46.  As a special treat, they made me a chocolate cake with white butter creme frosting.  It was beautiful to me.  Something so special.

In  a few hours, I will have to leave this place, filled with friends.  Drive back along with the other lemmings who are returning to the flooded streets of Portland.

The week will replay itself again and again and again.  Work, home, chores....

But I will not forget the last 72 hours.

When Too Many Planets Align

...the text message read "I didn't know you graduated high school with my brother"....

OMFG !!!!!

We had been texting this morning, and his brother asked him who he was texting with. He responded with "a beautiful woman named (insert sexy hot girl name here)...and his brother responded with..."is her husband named (insert hot husbands name here)...

For those who know me, my name growing up was not common. Only now do you hear it screamed across every soccer field in the county...so of course the brother perked up on it right away.

It's been 20 minutes now. He has calmed my fears. The brother knows, accepts, and promises not to out me on Facebook (at least he says we can "work something out" LOL).

I need tequila....

Her Submission

“Do you have any questions?” he asked her.

“No Sir, I don’t have any questions” She answered back as she gazed into his eyes.

He told her those words would be the beginning of what would happen next, and she began to shake. 

“Are you ready?” his voice became quiet and deeper.

She nodded slightly and looked into his eyes.  “Yes Sir, I am” she answered, her voice echoing back in her ears.  She momentarily thought about how she needed to stop shaking.

He stepped back and folded his arms on his chest.  His eyes were dark, and they looked straight into hers.  It was now her turn.  To convince him.  This was her time to tell him what she needed, what she wanted, but most of all, to show him that she was now willing to become his.  She was about to fully submit herself to this man.  To trust him with her mind, for him to open the darkest extremes of her secret desires and plant the seeds of his own.  To trust him with her body, from torture to ecstacy, her mortal self would now be under his full command, and he would keep her nourished and alive.  To trust him with her soul and share their energy at his will.

She stood for a moment.  So many things were wondering through her mind.  This was it, she knew she wanted this.  She knew this was the right man.  She knew that he could do for her what she had longed for.  and, above all else, she knew that he truly wanted her.

Standing before him on the soft cream-colored carpet.  The only lights in the room, the soft glow of a log in the fireplace and the flicker of various candles through the room.  Her fingers trembled as she began to untie the white cotton robe that had covered her.  She slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders, and it cascaded down her back and onto the floor.

And she stood completely naked in front of him.  His expression did not change.  He made not movement.  He had not seen her body prior to this moment.  Pieces of it, a bit, bet never like this.  He had not touched her intimately.  He had not attempted to cheapen or corrupt the possibility of her purity as a submissive.  She watched for his reaction to her body, but his eyes never left hers.

Her voice trembled as she found the words she wanted to say, and as she spoke, she looked into his eyes hoping for the sign of acceptance.  His stare was intoxicating and distracting.  She must focus on the words and say only what she really meant.  He would know if she was lying, making things up just to make him happy.  This was important, and she needed to be truthful to him, and to herself.

She offered him her body, naked, uncovered, with no clothing to hide her imperfections.
She wore no makeup or polish, her way of showing him he was seeing who she was naturally and she was not hiding behind color.

She wore no jewelry, nothing to distract.

She wore no perfume.  Her natural scent and pheromones for him to inhale.

She spoke of her impatience.  A behavior that she knew was not appealing to him, but that she wanted to change.  She wanted to learn patience.  He would show her, teach her.

She spoke of being spoiled.  Getting what she wanted.  She knew he would not allow her to continue the self indulgence she had become so accustomed to commanding.

She spoke of her fear of giving herself in the past.  This offering she made of herself now, at this moment, had no reservations attached.  She knew he was the right man to be her Dominant, and she told him this.

After speaking, she slowly kneeled to the floor in front of him.  Her eyes took one last look into his before they lowered.  Her hands came up onto her thighs, and her palms slowly turned up….and she waited.

He bent down and lifter her chin, commanding her to look into his eyes….and as she did, he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling and accepted her as his submissive.