By Kendra Holliday | August 16, 2012 at 6:07 am
I’ve never been asked to put my thoughts and feelings into words. Creating something that someone will actually read and digest. I am feeling a lot of new feelings and experiencing so many new things…
I had a full week to anticipate our night together. I had many thoughts about what I was feeling…like how humbled I felt and the feeling that I was allowed into the Queen and King’s court. But at the same time, I felt empowered that I made a decision to try for something I wanted – and deserved.
Our night started with me very tingly…almost the whole time, my pussy was throbbing. I felt sexy wearing a dress that was given to me.
Looking back on it , the dress which was left for me from the Queen… made me want to wear it even more. I looked sexy and felt confident. We never had a moment of silence. Just free flowing thoughts between us.
All week I was trying not to “plan” out the night. You had mentioned a massage and a bath, which I wanted VERY badly. We made our way to the bedroom where candles were lit – such a thoughtful, romantic gesture. I felt special, knowing you were thinking of me. Your hands are so strong and precise. The massage was so very enjoyable. And then it was time to go out on the town. It was exciting to be out and feeling sexy. My hair down, wearing no bra or panties…having your hands on my ass and caressing my shoulders…I was getting HOT. Playing the “Who would you fuck and why?” game….All new experiences that filled me with liberated joy. We talked all night when we got home, too. And we can’t forget all the times I came!
I have to say with everything that happened that night, my favorite part was after the bath, I was sitting naked on the couch and listening to music, you were almost just thinking out loud. Just coming up with amazing thoughts that stimulated and soothed at the same time. I was just taking it all in and felt so relaxed.
Thank you for a most enjoyable evening….I’m so excited to do it again…next time lets invite the Queen?!
I was so happy to read these thoughts she shared with us!
We made plans for the three of us to hang out together on Sunday night, but it turns out we couldn’t wait that long…
On Thursday night, Matthew and I went out on the town. We made our rounds and saw several of our friends. I had told him earlier that day that I really wanted to go to Taboo that night. Taboo is a special BDSM party that takes place over at Hustler Club in Illinois every month. You can read more about it here.
We had been to Taboo once before, just as observers. This time, I wanted to do more – strip down, get spanked, be watched.
Matthew didn’t seem to be feeling it. He asked, “Why do you want to go there and hang out with people you don’t like?”
He was referring to the creeps who often frequent places like that. The last time we were there, one of the first “Doms” to hit me up when I joined FetLife four years ago circled us like a shark.
But there were also so many great people there! Jade and her crew. David Wraith and his date du jour. Plus, many more… I love the place! It has a sexy vibe. AND I’m an exhibitionist. The energy from other people turns me on.
I did my best to explain my position, but he informed me, “I don’t think we’ll find ourselves there tonight.”
I was disappointed, but figured we’d still have a fun, full evening of visiting friends, and I could always get spanked and fucked when we got home.
Eventually, we made our way to a bar where Lana was. It was great to see her.
I told her, “I was wanting to go to Taboo tonight, but Matthew isn’t that interested.”
She asked what it was, and when I told her, she declared, “I want to go!”
She had never been to a place like that before, and was really excited! I was, too! Our eagerness was infectious and Matthew agreed to take us. Yes!
We stopped by her house so she could quickly change into something more provocative.
While we waited in the car, I drunkenly remarked, “It’s interesting how when it was just me who wanted to go, you weren’t down, but now that Lana wants to go, you’re all about it.”
He resented that statement! We heatedly tried to explain ourselves, but time was short and we weren’t getting anywhere, so he hissed, “ENOUGH. This is a misunderstanding we can clear up later. Let’s not let this ruin the evening. Understand?”
His eyes were blazing. He meant it. I hardly ever saw him “angry” like this, and I have to admit, I found it really sexy. In fact, I think the last time I saw him display such fierceness was during a BDSM scene. One thing for sure – it’s a damn good thing he’s not hot tempered! I pity the fool who gets on his bad side.
I sat there and blinked at him as he glowered back. I was drunk and horny. Should I hit him? Should I laugh at him? Should I repeat what I just said, only louder? Should I whine? Should I get more upset? I didn’t feel like crying. I wasn’t afraid.
To be sure, I was upset, but more so, I was in awe of his Dominance. I respected his authority and judgment. I didn’t want to fuck shit up. I wanted to go to a BDSM party with My King and our charming new paramour. I reminded myself I am Queen of our kingdom, not some bratty lady-in-waiting. Not to mention I was getting my way!
So I took a deep breath and mentally threw the spat out the window. It was easy to do, because it had no weight to it, there was no baggage attached. It was a petty postcard, not a suitcase full of misunderstanding and disrespect.
“Yes. I understand.”
Right then, she emerged from her apartment, wearing a tiny red skirt and a blouse that exposed her luscious cleavage.
She excitedly climbed into the car, and we drove off to Taboo, back on track.
To be continued…