For the last couple of months Master had been providing titles for my blog entries. I love that He enjoys being a part of this blog, and it used to take me longer to think of a title, than it did to write the whole entry. When i sat to compose this, i did not have a title, Master had forgotten to supply one and i forgot to ask. So, i asked and i got a title. I think it is serving a dual purpose...a title for all of you and a reminder for me.
I am getting ready to return to Maine. My mom is back in the hospital, and my sister is worried, and has lots on her plate right now. I already have plans for lots of travel time in June, but i feel like i should and need to be there...and Master agrees.
We managed some 'just us' time today. When i walked in i saw a large paint stick and His cane. I think i made a mistake when i told Master that one of the things i like about the cane was that the welts and the soreness lasts....I am naked and kneeling and Master is massaging and rubbing...getting me to relax and release the tensions of the past week. Then He starts in on my nipples...He is not being gentle, He is claiming them and reminding me that they are His to do with as He pleases.
Then i am over his lap, for a too quick hand warm up. Often during a warm up, Master will ask if there is a part of me that does not belong to Him, which part...parts ...of me are His. This time He is also reminding me that no matter where i am....i am His. When He is satisfied with my answers, He picks up the paint stick. It is very stingy, but as Master said, it is mostly a surface pain. He stops for some rubbing and probing and 'checking'. He takes some of my wetness and rubs it on my bottom, just before He picks up the cane.
He starts with the cane while i am still over His lap. The sting has me moving, but it is just right. Each welt is His mark, a reminder...He checks, but we both know the effect the caning has on me. Master 'stirs the honey pot' as He put it...and just as i am beginning to pant and think permission...I hear Master ask if i would like 100 more with the cane before we continue. I shake my head 'no', He asks if i am sure...and this time i reply, that is up to Him. He chuckles...and of course tells me to get up, bend over and stick my bottom out.
These welts are meant to last a while, and i have to be reminded to keep my bottom where He wants it. He rubs between sets, but each set is a little harder. He finally decides that the welts are to His liking, and tells me to stay in position, .....as He fills me.....and brings me to an explosive orgasm.
After a couple minutes He pulls me over His lap, and is rubbing me all over..from my feet on up, talking quietly, letting me just be totally relaxed.
He reminds me that i can still lean on Him while i am away...He is always there for me. He is always telling me that i just need to ask , and this week , i actually did. On Wednesday, the day my mom was admitted to the hospital, i was letting Master know during our lunch time call. He asked how i was doing, and after some hesitation admitted i could use some hugs and a lap to sit on. He replied, i am on my way...and 10 minutes later...i had that lap and those hugs. I could feel His strength and calmness become a part of me. He was very pleased that i had asked...and hoped it was not a 1 time thing....i am pretty sure it will be happening again:)
No matter where i am, i am His.....