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| maihri |
on Sun 25 Nov 07, 11:41 AM to maihri's blog.
Oh-ho, Himself is feeling more like Himself every day 
Boy did we have some fun last night 
Nothing complicated, but I have delightful snapshots in my mind.
We'd run out of our favourite cling-film so resorted to the pallet wrap that we had been given. The problem with this is that it's so noisy to pull off the roll and junior is sleeping only six feet down the corridor. So gentle unrolling was the order of the day, and I don't think we made too much noise. Because we had to do it so slowly it was hard to keep the tension on the wrap, so we added a little bondage tape to ensure a tight fit
"Er, I can't move."
He smiles, "I know. Now I can what I like to you."
My heart smiles big-time, even while I murmur a breathless protest 
Now I am not particularly ticklish, but my poor exposed feet were so sensitive- a contrast to the muffled sensations of a wrapped body I suppose. Every kiss and touch on my face was magnified, oh bliss. He played with and tormented me forever, taking me to the edge and bringing me back till I was worn out. Poor lil subbie
And then He cut the stuff off me. Ooo, those cold blades. And ow! I'd never had the wrap on long enough before for it to stick to me- clingfilm isn't quite as grippy. It felt as though He was slowly skinning me. And it stuck to my piercings too, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I have to say the effects of that play lasted well through the night, it's a long time since I've had naughty dreams So I started today with a smug smile after I found Him waiting for me to wake up. So polite...
