And there i was, surrounded by candy floss and cotton wool balls, pink and white, fluffy, swirling all around me… the candy stuck to the cotton wool and blended into each other, merging to becoming a kaleidoscope of colours and hues, baby soft pink trimmed white lace …..
What is she on about today you might ask, well as an explanation i guess i should go back a bit to an earlier hour and tell you good readers that MG has finished this 5 day shift and arrived home this morning at 9.40am with what can only be described as a very Dominant head on his shoulders.
Now without going into any details of what and why, let me say that a sensual spanking is a great way to get you places you wouldn’t normally go, pain has a habit of sending me off into some wierd and wonderful places in my mind and the more i experience these activities the easier i find it to recall them at a later time, and today’s recollection is of candy floss and cotton wool.
Subspace, the place that is opened up with the release of endorphins caused by the infliction of pain on the body, sending the natural chemical rushing and racing around the brain, creating a massive high that would cost a fortune if it could only be bottled is the ultimate in the majority of pain /sexual stimulation activities that we with the D/s scene are looking for. Well, from the sub/slaves point of view that is, you may ask why we have this need for pain, well, there is your answer, its for the rush, for the effects that can be created once we have moved beyond the realms of pain and have got to the point where the pain becomes lost, hidden behind the wall of erotic, mind numbing pleasure. And that’s where the cotton wool comes in.
But i would like to add here that unfortunately, having served my Master in his needs and desires, which today seemed to be to take his 5 day stress and frustration out on my butt, controlled and sensual for him as well as me, i am lifted up to a place that it would have been so easy to go deeper and float around in my own head space for a long time, but damn it all, that when offered the chance to complete the flight, this slave declined as she was very aware that she had other responsibilities today, namely to collect her children from school and that is not conducive to being off ones head and not in control of ones body. Talk about frustrating. There i am, tears rolling down my face not through pain but because the control of ones own body and mind is lost to something out of this world, every sense, every fibre of ones self screaming out for release which is denied you because of some outside influence, but as previously said, sometimes it just doesn’t pan out and we have to put our needs aside to the greater good and as also pointed out before, the children are priority.
Oh well…we have 4 days now and i am sure, at some point in those 4 days, my Master will have me again and maybe this time, i shall have the chance to go off into the little world of my own headspace, he tells me i will so i shall look forward the that with great pleasure… for now, i am just trying to control the let down, the drop, that tend to follow these little flights of fancy we within the lifestyle experience as the endorphin tend to hang around for a little while, give me an hour or two, ill be fine
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