Posted by melody_A
on Mon 5 Sep 05, 10:22 PM to melody_A's blog.
The 'dinner'. Seems just a long time ago now, but I haven't had a chance since to sit alone and to mull over the memories. I've not had a chance to remember the delicious details, the fantastic and terrible night that was our last evening alone.
I was invited to dinner, of the most special kind. See my previous weblog.
I knew the menu.
The dining room looked fantastic. At one end of the huge dining table were two places set for dinner. Crystal shimmered in candlelight, wine at perfect temperature – I was about to be spoilt with a banquet so lovingly prepared by Master.
Halfway across the table was a line of lit tea-lights, then another at the end. The space in-between was the space I was to lie whilst Master enjoyed me between courses, thirteen courses.
Thirteen courses and thirteen implements, some I love, some I don't mind, some I hate.
A deck of cards was given to me, I was to shuffle them and this would be the order of the implements. A card was put under each implement to denote when it would be used on me.
The evening started with a roll of the dice. Immediately, I wondered if I would be able to continue until the end. Strangely, although I'd been ever so excited about the prospects of the evening, the first 5 stokes of a medium strength cane were difficult to take. I worried about my submission, I worried about failing – I knew Master wanted total submission. Failure was not an option.
The evening wore on, I threw six a number of times – I was enjoying, struggling but enjoying.
Then what happened was the deepest act of submission I'd ever had. Master wrote about his perspective in the previous weblog. I shall write of mine.
Getting on the table, naked to take the tawse, was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. I've never been so terrified and excited in the same moment, I thought I'd die. I don't know how I got there, but somehow I did. The cool wood of the table pressing against my naked body. Bottom sore and bruised from earlier in the evening. Feeling the heat of the candles either side of me, knowing my Master was so close but out of sight.
The first stroke came down hard, then I remember no more. I do remember Master rousing me, pulling me up in his arms, whispering words of love. I remember looking in his eyes, his eyes were glowing – did I see tears in his eyes?
Used, abused, flying high, but unable to do anything but stand and tremble in Master's arms.
I don't remember much else.
I've never been to that place before, that terrifying, exciting place.
I've never had a dinner like that before either. Thank you Master – I love you.
x
Edited Mon 5 Sep 05, 10:37 PM by melody_A
