Vanilla…
…with sprinkles.
We had a really pleasant weekend. It was busy, but nice. It was rushed, but relaxing. And it was vanilla, right up to the end.
This has to have been the very first time since we have known each other that we weren’t stripped and fucking like bunnies on crack within the first 5 or 6 hours of seeing each other. Friday, we went out for dinner, we watched movies, we tried to drink beer but I got halfway through the second bottle and had just had enough.
Then we got tired and went to sleep.
Saturday we spent way too many hours working in the basement and outside and in the shed, we watched more movies, minus the beer. Got tired and went to sleep.
Normally, that would have sent me on a long and emotional journey of doubt and question and worry. No s&m at all. No sex at all. Obviously He hates me and can’t wait to be rid of me, right??
But it didn’t. I wasn’t worried at all. In fact, the noticeable lack of angst was very comforting. I’m not concerned about anything. I’d much rather He use me/hurt me when it feels like the right thing to be doing and not because we’re on some limited time table and it *has* to be done. Lots of times I work myself into a panic (no, really.) if the weekend is winding down and He’s not made me cry yet.
He had to leave early on Sunday, flying off to North Dakota this time. I felt cheated out of time together, they don’t usually schedule flights on His weekends off.
We had sex this morning. Twice in fact. The usual way we do it, with lots of nipple pinching and hair pulling. Grunts and whimpers and lots of orgasms. Then He rolled me over for a nice spanking. One of those that could lull me back to sleep if I had the guts to actually fall asleep on Him. Just stingy enough to make me bounce but leaving a deep, tingling warmth behind.
Several times during the spanking, He’d pause and pull my cheeks apart, peering down at my lewdly exposed asshole. This embarrassed me to no end because fresh from the shower I wasn’t. Hardly retaining freshness from yesterday’s shower and after being fucked twice, my prudishness kicked in. Each time He did it, I’d squeeze my cheeks together as hard as I could and chastise Him, ordering Him to “git outta there!”
Of course He ignored me and though I like to think I could keep Him out of there by squeezing my cheeks together, buns of steel I do not have. So peer and examine He did, and desire to be swallowed up by the mattress *I* did. But inbetween embarrassing asshole-exams, He did deliver a lovely spanking, even pulling His belt from His jeans (and how enticing is that swish of leather through belt loops?) and cracking me several times with that. It was a new belt though, stiff and hard and soon enough I was bouncing and rolling from side to side until He quit.
As I was lying there though, submitting to those periodic moments of spread-n-peek, I started trying to think of the meanest thing He’s ever done to me. There are many. Many many many..lol. Hard to choose really, as most of them fall under the meanest in certain categories. Meanest most painful and meanest most humiliating and meanest most isolating. But meanest mean?
I had almost decided that it would have to have been the day He chained me naked to the rafter in the freezing cold basement and made me sweep. But then I thought of something else and decided this was it.
It was several months ago, back when Dusty was just a kitten. He’d had me lying naked on my stomach on the floor in front of Him. He had been caning me, and quite ruthlessly too. I was stinging and sore and already sniffling. And mad. (I do that. I get mad. I’m still struggling with that reaction. But that’s another post.)
All of sudden, little kitty Dusty expresses an interest in the tip of the cane, batting at it as He waved it through the air. He begins sliding the cane tip up and down my body, slowly, from my feet, up the backs of my legs, over my striped and stinging thighs and ass cheeks, following my spine to the top of my head and then all the way back down again. Following in hot pursuit, with 20 tiny needle-sharp kitten claws was Dusty, determined to kill the cane tip.
I don’t know how long He ran the cane up and down, leading the kitten on a mission to claw my entire back side. I only remember that it hurt. The kitten’s claws were unforgiving as he made pounce after pounce at the cane, never catching the wood, but only snagging my skin. And I remember Master laughing. He was simply amused by the pouncing kitty, and that I was under it, and had broken down into absolute hysterical sobbing, went unnoticed.
I’m not entirely sure why that time stands out as incredibly mean to me. It wasn’t the pain, He’s certainly had me in more pain than that lots of times. Yet, there it is. That’s what stands out in my mind. Weird huh?
~cunt
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Sunday October 29th, 2006 11:09pm
A friend of mine had a kitten like that, he was a kinky kitten though. He’d chase the cane tip, or flogger as it flew through the air. It was highly annoying in several ways when I was the receiver of said attentions, because I’m a huge animal lover, and part of my mind was stuck on the spinning thought of “SHIT! If his claws get stuck in the leather, and she swings the floggers to whack me, and he gets caught, and rips out a nail, or gets thrown against hte wall, or or or”… so needless to say, I couldn’t drop. I was too high strung, and panicky about that poor defenseless, sadistic, horrifyingly pointy kitten.
You are right though, kitten claws are merciless.
I can see why it would stand out to you. It wasn’t Him that was causing that pain..at least, not as directly as you’re used to, and that ticked you off. Personally, I loved the visual I got from reading this, but I can totally understand why it would stand out to you as being so mean. You were submitting to two…beings, not just the one you’re used to submitting to.
maybe it’s the object concept – you went from being the focus of His attention to partly kitten toy. Just a thought.
That is an interesting thing to stand out though – have a great day.
North Dakota? Cool!
I hope he brought a coat, it’s cold up here right now. :)
You know, sometimes you just need a weekend off. I’m glad to hear yours was good :)
Also kitten claws… jesus fuck girl, that has to hurt. And I agree that maybe part of the reason it stands out in your mind is that you weren’t so much the object of his attention. The cat was, and you were just incidental to that.
~french
OMG
I am laughing my ass off, I havent laughed this hard in a while. Oh sweet Kaya I so love your asshole follies. Specially cause I cant have them so your newest *spread and peek* is going to carry me the rest of the day LOL.
I wish I could be as open as you are and not just your cheeks!!
smooches
tia
i’ve got to agree. Those *examinations* are a bitch! It doesn’t matter how long you’re with some one, being opened up and peered at like that is horrifying!
Glad i’m not alone on that one! Lol
pj
xx
He did deliver a lovely spanking, even pulling His belt from His jeans (and how enticing is that swish of leather through belt loops?) and cracking me several times with that.
I love that swish. The sound alone is enough to make me weak in the knees… even imagining it…. *purr*