poeticdesires

i did the normal dinner thing with the family, as i do every year, driving my mother to help save on gas. after i dropped off my mother, however, things stopped being normal. stephen asked me to come by that night after my family fun.
i got to his place close to midnight. we started, as usual, by binding me. he took out the rope and started working out the kinks while i stood in front of him and waited patiently. when he finished, he grabbed at my shirt. i knew this meant he want my shirt off. for some reason, i continued to take off clothes until i was down to my underwear. when binding me this time, instead of just a top piece, he including a section that looped down around my crotch for some fun stimulation. he had me lean against his dressed to begin. he flogged me and introduced to caning. play then moved to the bed. at some point, he bound my wrists behind my back and threw me onto the bed. there was more flogging and then spanking on the bed. he then unbound my wrists and put me to bed but still with the rope over me. he laid down beside me and had me cuddle up to him. he then began playing with my nipples, teasing them as he likes to do. then he scratched and rubbed all over my body. he kept teasing me, getting close to my crotch but never actually touching. the motion of my movements on the bed and squeezing my legs together caused clit stimulation that bordered on torture. finally he entered with his fingers from behind. i let out a loud gasp and doubled over in pleasure. i leaned back into him, his body pressed against me, and we kissed. he continued the kissing, our tongues playing, him enjoying my tongue ring. the ropes continued to stimulate my clit while he finger fucked me hard, playing with my g-spot and cervix. in a wonderful moment of passion, i orgasmed, the first (but not the last) time using fingers.
when we had finished, he untied my ropes and we went to sleep, snuggled up against each other.

both stephen and i had to work on black friday. we woke up tired, having played for hours the night before. i think we only got about 2hrs of sleep. i dropped him off at work, again no one seeing. i got the gig on time at 12pm, but the truck was not there. i waited with the crew until about 12:30pm, when the truck finally arrived. and the driver was stephen. i was in the freight elevator, so all i could do was wave to him. after we unloaded everything, we began to push all of the boxes in. as i push one of the last bins, stephen walks by me to get to the elevator. he says hi and asks me how i was. i, with a grin, say sleepy and get back to work.
i expeted the gig to not last long. wrong. i wasn't finished until 7pm. stephen text messaged me twice while i was at work. i thought i was going to be able to pick him up, but that didn't happen. instead i met him as his place. he told me to take a nap and we would be leaving out around 11pm to go to bound. i tried ot sleep, but it just wouldn't happen. i lay in bed, thinking about what was going to happen, my heart racing, anticipation building. my mind just wouldn't shut off. i do remember having a short dream, so i must have slept for half an hour at some point.
around 10pm, he got me out of bed. he warmed me up, before we went out, first binding me with rope and wrist cuffs and then flogging and caning me. he told me he was going to work on my ass that night and attempt to make a crosshatch pattern from bruises. at one point, i was sitting on the bed and he wanted me to lean my head all the way back. i could only do it for a minute before i started to get a splintering headache. he stopped playing and attended to me, giving me water and covering me with a blanket. he offered medication, but i refused. he said it was probably because i was tired and not to worry.
i got ready, dressing for him. he enjoyed my school girl outfit, calling it tasteful. he dressed in his old marine corps coat to sheild me from the cold. he had me carry his bag of instruments and instructed me on how he wanted me to walk up and down stairs. (he would always carry the bag for stairs. going up, i was to be one step in front of him, hand on the railing. coming down i was to be one step behind him, one hand on the railing and one on his shoulder. he worried about my falling.)
we went to club lime, the new home of bound. it is tucked away off half street. he paid my cover and went in. he gave me five free minutes to do as i would. i looked around for anyone i knew but found no one. i stood on a wall and watched three girls dancing. i was mesmorized by one girl in particular. her back was amazing. stephen came up beside me and grabbed me by the collar. "i told you you only had five minutes of free time." "i'm sorry sir." "go find a chair and bring it here." apparently he had been looking for a suitbale place for us to play but they all were bing used. he got so frustrated he decided we would just play where we were. i grabbed a foldout chair and brought it over. he took the bag and placed it beside it. he took off my coat and put it on back of the chair. he had me sit and asked if i wanted something to drink. i asked for water. i sat patiently until he returned. he had me drink half of it before we started.
he had me stand and lean against the half wall behind the chair. he pull up my skirt and tucked it into my underwear. he began by flogging me. he started off slow, and then built up to harder and faster strokes. i waved my head no (as our safeword) when the strokes became too strong and intense. he moved onto the cane. once again he started light, warming me up for the stronger care he was about to take. at one point he leaned in to explain his plain for me. he told me he would lightly cane me until i nodded yes. at this point he would give me a hard stroke and allow me time to recover from it. each time i was ready for another hard stroke, i was to nod. this went of for about one or two dozen strokes.
when he was done with the cane, he moved onto the whip to tease my bottom a little more. he ended with spanking, which of course i relished.
once we finished, he had me drink the rest of the water. he sat on the chair and placed hs jacket on the floor. he gave me his hand and i used it to seat myself. he then had me rest my head on his knee. he soothed me, rubbing my head and neck. as we sat there, people starting coming up to him. i didn't look at them but i know one male dom came up to complement our scene, telling stephen he thought it was very sexy. another dom, a female, came over after. apparently she wanted to commend stephen and i on our scene, saying it was a great example of caring for a sub while still playing hard. stephen later told me, with my knowing it, while we played we had a crowd watching almost the entire time.
after i was rested, stephen stood me up and told me to dance. i felt very shy and asked, "with who?" he told me to go dance and i went on the floor by myself. the previous three female dancers had left, leaving the floor empty. it took me a song to warm up, but soon i was dancing freely. after two songs, stepehn came up to me. i didn't see him approach, having kept my eyes closed as i danced. he took my shirt from me and instructed me to stay where he could see me. i went back to dancing, feeling freer. i did not realize the shirt had been a restriction. he later told me he did it to admire the ropes. i went on dacing, enjoying myself more. after another few songs, he came back again. this time he locked hte cuffs behind my back and sat back down. this was a bit ackward at first, but soon it felt just as freeing. i didn't care what anyone thought about my dacing, what anyone thought about me. i was dancing for my DOM and pleasing him made me happy. he came back once more to take off the cuffs and tell me to dance for three more songs. i danced for one and then got bored. i went back to him, but as soon as i put my shirt on, a beat dropped we both recognized. it was She Wants Revenge. both stephen and i love the band and its music. i, however, did not think the song would play. no one knows the band and even so the beat could have just been a beat. but it did start. in my ecitement, i took off my shirt and threw it at stephen. as soon as i did it, i grabbed the shirt, put it back on and began to apologize profusely. he grabbed me by my collar and told me to dance. i danced to Tear Me Apart and then returned to him. he grabbed my collar, pulled me close to his face, and told me to not let it happen again. he had me stand, my hands behind me, and pulled out his knives. as we were about to play, i noticed two people starting at the X in front of where we were. the gentleman was trying to take a picture of the lady on the cross. stephen took his knife and began to brush it against my neck when the gentleman bumped into him. stephen stopped, turned around, and gave the guy a menacing stare. the man apologized profusely. stephen put away the knives, fearful something else might happen.
he grabbed our things and moved us to another area of the club. he pulled out the suspension cuffs and switched them onto my wrists. he then clamped them to a metal loop at the end of a chained attached to the ceiling. he played with me a little, leaning into me or pulling me into him. he then, devilishly, began tickling me. it was gorgeous torture. no matter how or where i moved, i couldn't get away. in this spledid fashion, our scenes were done.
we left and headed off for food. on the way to eat, my lower abdomin began to ache. i told stephen and he had me pull over immediately. he unbound the rope around my waist and i instantly felt better. we ate the tastee dinner in silver spring. our service wasn't great, but our waitress was the only person on and quite a few people had come in for a late night grub fest. we ate, and he paid for everything again. i sat beside him (i know, cheesy). i leaned my head against him most of the time, more tired than i could believe.
we went back to his place. he looked over my body, examing the bruises he had left, which were visible but not horrible. we also talked about or night. he asked me for what i liked and didn't like. i told him about a problem i had. my lowerback was killing me. apparently once you hit it once, it wouldn't recover quick like the rest of my boy. each subsequent stroke would be worse. he pulled down my panties and saw that it was quite red. he apologized and told me next time, if i have a problem like that again, to tell him immediately.
he took off my ropes and we went to bed. i spent a bit of time admiring the marks they left, and i kinda hoped they would stay. of course they didn't. they were gone by the morning. once again we messed around. he tortured me with clit stimulation, never stopping his manipulation. i called yellow once, to which he replied, "no no, there is no yellow or red for this. you will take the pleasure i give you." this only got me hotter. soon, though, we were passed out asleep around 6am, late again.

i had to work after midnight, which left an entire day to kill. stephen didn't have a morning call, so we slept in. we didn't know what to do with ourselves, so i decided we should see a movie and i was going to pay. i took a shower and we were off. we went to the rockville regal in hopes of seeing Bobby, but it was sold out. instead we saw Tenacious D And The Pick Of Destiny, which was high-larious. i higly recommend it, though only if you like Jack Black. after the movie, we went to best buy. we browsed around for about an hour talking about movies, flatscreen monitors, and anime. he picked up Ong Baq, Kung Fu Hustle, Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels, and the Gorillaz cd. i picked up the new Justin Timberlake, which i am listening to right now. he totally grabbed my cd and paid for it, along with a soda. before we went to his place, we stopped by a custom car shop and he rambled on about the cars we could see. apparently he loves cars, especially old style cars. when we got back to his place, we watched Ong Baq before i had to go to work.
the load out ran way too long and i didn't get back to his place until 5am. i tried calling him when i got off, on the way to his place, when i got to his place and again after waiting to see if he would call back. he never picked up. i was confused and worried and a little hurt. i wasn't sure what to do. was he mad at me about the shirt from the night before? was i not suppose to come back? had i not understood him right when i last saw him? i didn't know what to do, so i drove him. a fews blocks from my house, he called. the ringer on his phone was off and he had fallen asleep watching Kung Fu Hustle. i told him where i was. he asked me to come back, offering to pay for the gas i had wasted in the confusion. i drove all the way back to silver spring to spend unday with him.

on the way back, i got really hungry. i bought breakfast in the way and we ate it while watching Kung Fu Hustle. he held me during the movie, still apologetic for the mix up. after the movie, we played some more. during a portion of the play, he bite all over my neck. in the heat of the moment, he bit the front of my neck, cutting off my airflow and causing me to cough and lurch forward. both he and i were shocked. he soothed me and made sure i was okay before we went on. he had me lie on my back. he grabbed his leatherman off his desk and said he was going to use the knife on me. i own a leatherman. i know how sharp they are. the idea of him using that knife on me scared me shitless. he made a treelike pattern on me neck, ending the play with this. he stood up and told me he was be out for just a moment smoking. i sat in the bed, the comforter around me, and started crying. the emotions of the biting the front of the neck, the fear of damaging cuts in the back of my neck, and the confusion and hurt of the morning mix up finally got to me. i grabbed a napkin and tried to wip away my tears. when stephen came back in, i had my head in my hands. he asked me if i was okay, and i looked up at him. he saw i had been crying and immediately came over to me to try to soothe me. he asked me why i was crying and it was hard to describe. he explained to me he had NOT used the knife on the leatherman. instead he used the edge of the flathead screwdriver. there was no blood. i then told him how it had felt in the car, trying to call him but him not answering. i told him i had grown an affection towards him and the idea he would reject that affections had caused me to cry in the car. he expressed he too had a developing affection for me as well and hoped he mistake would not ruin the fun we had had or the fun we could have in the future. he held me close and we went to sleep, me stopping crying finally.
we woke up later on that afternoon. i had to leave at 3pm to go see a friend. we talked and played around (as friends) until then. as i was about to get ready to go, i get a phone call. my friend is in Massachutsetts and would not be back until late. so i spent more time with stephen, playing around, messing around, and just spending time with each other. at some point, stephen and i talk about blood play. i had expressed earlier that i didn't mind marks. he told me how he had felt at BOUND when he took out the knives and the guy bumped into him. at this, he asked if i wanted to play with the knives. of course i said yes. he had me lie on my back while he scratched the blade against my skin. he left some awesome light scars, which cairo and tigerwong have already admired. around 9pm we left out. he had to go to the atm to deposit some checks. afterwards, he bought me gas before heading back to his place. we sat in the car talking for another 45 minutes. he finally left, giving me a hug and telling me to call him one i got home.