Posted by melody_A
on Wed 23 Aug 06, 5:00 PM to melody_A's blog.
I drove through the night to be with him. Quiet roads, driving too fast, one eye on the miles as they slip by far too slowly.
Finally I'm home, it's late and I'm tired.
We lay on the bed side by side talking. It's only been ten days, but I've missed him. It's good to hold him and smell him again.
Suddenly he grabs my hair. He turns be over and pushes my head hard into the pillow. That split second changes everything. We went from friends and lovers chatting about our time apart, to Dominant and submissive, each with a longing need to fill.
I'm naked, head down, waiting. My breathing is fast, I can hear my own heart beating, I feel a throb between my legs. I hear the click of the cupboard door. I hear him lift a cane from the rack on the wall. I hear him remove his clothes. He is ready. I am ready.
Straight in, hard and fast. I gasp, my head wonders if maybe I'm not so ready after all. My body is sure I'm ready, it betrays me.
Master loves to cane. He has a fantastic collection of them. He delights in teasing me because I never know which he's using. Even after years together the cane still scares me, Master still scares me.
It scares me, he scares me... but I've realised recently that I can't live without either.
Used all night then allowed to sleep for a while, then waking again to be used all over again. Tears of pain were replaced by tears of ecstasy. Then tears came again as he whispered something extra-special in my ear.
How I love to come home.
