Picture You

 Do you picture me like I picture you?

Am I in the frame from your point of view?

Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say

Half of the things I do when I picture you

So tell me now (tell me now)

All your perversions

Am I doing research in a mini skirt

At the library in your hometown?

https://youtu.be/EqUHnojFH5Y?t=2

All of my blogs are titled with Chappell Roan songs lately, because of... reasons.   The slow, leisurely, seductive pace of this song perfectly fits my mood today.  

I had a hard time getting out of bed and getting going this morning. I have been pushing myself to do too many things lately.  The gym. Marches. Community organization meetings.  Work. Driving to Eau Claire in a snowstorm. 

 I made it to Sad Friends Happy Hour group a little bit late, looking "out of it" and feeling worse.

   

Then I had lunch with Dr. Peter.  He asked me if I wanted to eat first or play and I said either way was fine.  He said he'd very much looked forward to beating me.  And in fact a new implement had just arrived in the mail minutes before I got there, a beautiful dark leather custom made paddle from a craftsman in the UK.   It turned out to be like a shot of liquor- stiff and warming.  

All the other implements were laid out just waiting for me and I began to be excited as I threw off my clothes (so modest- not really!).  I knelt on the couch.   I very much liked the leather paddle.  It felt different than the older tan one which is softer, thinner and more flexible.   After I was good and warmed up with both leather paddles he switched to canes, laying down some marks on my upper thighs which are still visible.  He went lighter and harder with various implements in a pleasing sine curve of sensations.  Heavy flogger, light flogger, light caning, heavy caning with the Australian school cane, the stingy cat o nine tails and the even more stingy single tail whip.   

Afterward we laid down for a long time, just relaxing. I gave him a massage.  I was feeling very lazy and sleepy and pleasant. 

Lunch was absolutely delicious:  Sambar, dosas (like a pancake, sorta), Kerala mix (crunchy-spicy) and coconut chutney and vegetable dal curry (I think it had a name but I forget).   And of course spiced tea with milk.    

All the way home and through a quick trip to the store I was floating in a cloud of pleasant feelings.   All the good brain chemicals were mine to enjoy.  And I still have some stripes to look at in the mirror.  Now it's time to have another cup of something warm and lie under a blanket.  Perhaps a nap.

Red Wine Supernova

Another song has been been bringing back memories for me.  This is a post from 2013, slightly re-written because I couldn't help it.   

https://youtu.be/WOg93THAyE0?t=13   I recommend putting this song on before reading further.  

 "You should let her bite you"  Mystique declared, as she opened the hotel room door for her friend, Ms. J.  

Master nodded at me.  I sat on the bed and this beautiful woman, a stranger with long, dark wavy hair, pulled a chair up close to me.  All I could see were her eyes as she drew me in.  My heart beat faster and my eyes widened as she stroked my hair.   

We were balanced in a moment of excitement and strange tranquility. 

Her hand found the back of my head.   With practiced grace she tightened her hand in my hair.  My breath caught as she pulled my head firmly to the side to expose the side of my neck.  I was inflamed by desire.   She leaned in, her eyelids lowering, and took hold of the top of my shoulder with her teeth.  She bit down hard and just as I began to wince her hand tightened and gave a slight shake hand holding the hair at the nape of my neck, refocusing my attention and taking away some of the pain.

Mystique told her I would come on command to the name of a state. 

 Ms. J began naming states seductively in my ear.  "Wyoming.  Utah.  Alaska".   Imagine a breathy phone sex voice, full of temptation, promise.

I gave her a hint, not quite daring to give it away, but wanting to hear it.

 "It is one close to us.  In the Midwest". 

"Ohio.  Indiana.  Minnesota"..................

Then, as if she had known the right one all along, her voice grew stronger, commanding, but still a whisper in my ear: 

"Iowa." 

 I bucked and rocked in ecstasy; her hand was still in my hair.  Then she repeated the whole thing on the other side, leaving two matching bitemarks on me.  

When I had recovered my senses I smiled and introduced myself to her. 

Some women know how to make a first impression.