Bondage Bliss
@scarlettimes
I have spoken about my perfectionist, control-oriented personality before; it’s not a trait I find shameful or shy away from, although some people can find it off-putting. You wouldn’t be entirely off the mark to suggest that this behaviour translates to my sex life - in quite the opposite way, however.
Recently, my dear man set up a scene for us in which I was bound and blinded, stretched out on the bed. Bondage like this is a wonderful balance between vulnerability and restraint, because while I am technically the one splayed out underneath him, I am always very sure that it is my choice in the end. Should I say the word, he would stop. And so the restraint is in letting him tie me down, relinquishing everything to someone I love. Obviously, the dynamics in bondage are as wide and varied as any other pleasure-related activity; for me, it is about resting my mind and being in my body.
Delightfully, he began with a hot lotion (which, because I was blindfolded, I only got to see afterwards - a gorgeous little teacup candle that melted to be dropped straight on the skin [link here]) that he rubbed into my thighs and stomach and arms, even turning me over (with some giggling at the struggle with the bindings) and full massaging my back and shoulders, which was heaven. Each drop of liquid, the smoothing motion of his hands, the kisses he pressed on afterwards, were both urging my body to relax and piquing its interest at the possibility for more. And more I got. After last post’s musings on requiring more exploration and a lighter touch, he certainly took it upon himself to gain any and all feedback as he wandered my body, ramping up and slowing down at my commands even though I was entirely at his mercy. There is something worshipful, in that - I admit that the blindfold slipped at a point and the expression on his face was enough to take my breath away. Even if it sometimes seems a bit shallow, it’s gratifying to know the man I love can look at me that way, especially after having his child.
We spent a good few hours of the night that way, in and out of bonds, this way and that, and eating some crackers and cheeses in between like a particularly debauched picnic. I achieved that orgasmic clarity, readers, believe me, and it set my mind at great ease.
Happily sated and sappy with love, this is Scarlett, signing off.
>>reply from @jenderful JEN
debauched picnics should be a thing you can go to
>>reply from @scarlettimes SCARLETT
Quick, someone start praying to Dionysus
@odd1ty ODETTE
ima little tipsy but i loove scar shes like a big sister to me. I love youuu alll
Written by: Spencer M.F. Rodrick
