We had slept the morning away, yesterday.   i think it was nearly 11:30 when i looked at the clock, and turned over again to snuggle into Him.  i still didn't want to get out of the bed though, and grumbled some comment about spending the rest of the day right where i was.  But we both struggled out of the bed, Master putting on the kettle for tea, and me heading toward the computer for whatever surprises i find there each morning. 

     After some companionable time spent drinking the tea and reading email, i began lamenting that i had so much to do.  Emails to answer, a journal entry to be done, a shower, food.  my head was just not in a very organized state.  He took over. 

     He began by telling me to do what i needed to on the computer, which was rebooting it and sending off an email to Him.   (i had already told Him of the need to do this, as i use emailing to express my feelings sometimes).   Once done, i was brought into the kitchen and fed breakfast.  He had a new item on the menu for me to try; fried plantain.  i think it is going to be one of those "acquired taste" things; my palate was having a war with the sweetness versus texture sensation.  And it seemed like it was just a fried banana to me!

     After breakfast i was sent off to the shower.  i was beginning to love this.  i didn't have to think, just do, and it was exactly what my headspace needed.   i indulged in a slightly longer shower, and began to feel like i was coming alive again.  Once finished, i toweled off, combed through my hair and began applying some makeup.  i wasn't able to complete it however, as Master came to the door and told me to come with Him.

      He took me into the bedroom.  He fastened the ankle restraints on me, then ordered me on my belly and applied cream to my body.  i was told to roll back around, and He lifted me to a sitting position, then fastened the wrists restraints.  He indicated that i was to lie down on the bed, and He tied me to it, running lengths of red rope from the corners of the bed to the restraints He had put on me.   He covered me with the duvet, and placed the lightest of scarves across my face.   Then He left the room.

     i heard Him fiddling with the stereo, putting on music.   The cd skipped a bit and i could hear His breath as He blew away bits of dust.   The cd worked again.   i couldn't hear movement after that, and i don't know how long i was on the bed.  i do remember thinking at first, that perhaps He had taken my comment "staying in bed all day" seriously, and was making sure i did!

     Much later, He came back into the room briefly; then left and i heard the  sounds of the shower running. i heard it stop.  i listened as He changed the cd.  Then i felt the weight of His body on the edge of the bed and almost simultaneously, something very cold on my left nipple.  i think i gasped. 

     my stomach felt as though it was turning inside out as the familiar sensations of a knife was being run over my skin.  i loved it.  He used other things, some i recognized and others i didn't.  The wheel, the glove with all the little prickly things embedded in the palm, the mini flogger (for lack of a better word; i am really not good at describing these items, nor attaching proper names).  i could not see so i did not know what to expect next.  And i wasn't allowed to come when He ran the chain flogger between my legs.

     He took the heavier, larger flogger and draped it across my neck.  i felt the weight of His body come down upon the length of me.  He shifted slightly to my right side for a few moments, then back over on top of me.   The scarf was lifted from my eyes, and the flogger moved away.  He looked down at me, so intently that i felt a wave of heat run through me.  i can only try to be precise with what was said exactly; i was feeling so overwhelmed that i am not sure i absorbed all of the words; all of the sensations.  Or rather that i did, but they became one huge ball of emotion.

     "you asked for My collar"  and i think He said "is that correct?"  i remember feeling my eyes widening and no words coming out, just nodding.

     "do you still wish to have My collar?"  and i was nodding again and trying to squeak out an emphatic "yes!"

     "yes what?" He asked and "yes Sir ... " was past my lips, the remainder of my thought just a whisper in my mind that i don't think was heard "... i want to be that proud"

     And then He placed a gold chain, with a tiny d-ring, about my neck and i was struggling not to cry and kissing Him and .... well you don't need to know the rest *impish grin*

     We did end up spending the rest of the afternoon in bed, comfortably snuggled with a bottle of champagne, our naked bodies and lots of conversation.  It was delicious and decadent and perfect.

     Perfect.    Just like the circle that is us.

... shadoe

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