It was a strange night. I wasn’t expecting to hear from anyone, but I logged on to see what was shaking. I was restless and since it had been 5 days since my “conference” I was incredibly horny. It had been such a pleasant few days away in the dark and stormy world of pain and pleasure, but the bruises had started to fade and I was already missing it. The bruises you ask… how did I deal with hiding them?
You should know that my husband is incredibly inattentive. Sadly enough, it wasn’t hard at all. I always shower before he is up and since he almost never touches me, I didn’t even have to hide a flinch of pain. I’m not sure if it made me more sad or angry really.
When I went online to check my email, I found a quick note from Doc. He’d be in town and curious to know if I wanted to meet, talk. It reminded me of the scene in Legend when Darkness and Lili are first together. He asks her to “sit… and talk.” I was always turned on by that scene, his power over her life and yet, because he wants her, the ultimate power she holds over him. I was intrigued by the offer and agreed as I had already planned to run a few late night errands. We set a time and place and off I went to get through my things done before the allotted time.
I had warned him that I wasn’t going to be able to dress for him as I wanted, but that I would try. His only request was a skirt, no underwear. I squirreled my small knit skirt into my purse and vowed to change in the car. I was nervous, shaking, but off I went.
Of course things got all turned around and we missed each other. I still had no idea what he looked like. At about 9pm I got a voicemail. He was going to wait close by for a few minutes and then go home. I panicked. Moments before I had been shaking at the thought of meeting him. Now I was shaking at the thought of missing him, just to sit… and talk. I raced to where he was supposed to be, no white Suburban to be found. I walked into the store, just in case, but no SUV, no Doc. On the way back to my car, a pouty look on my face, I finally see his car pull up.
I actually stopped in the middle of the road. Embarrassing I know, but I was shaken. Doc represented a lot or opportunity for me. I am a sucker for an accent and he is British. My greatest pleasure is to be tied, at the mercy of my lover. It is even better if I am blindfolded. He is well trained in several methods of restraint. I adore being well fisted. It is his joy to see me stretched to my limits, to shatter them. I wanted him so much, needed him. Was I expecting too much from one man?
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