afternoon delight

We stayed up late that night, filled with delicious food, good wine and happy hearts, together again. We curled up on the sofa in the cottage and I lay with my head in his lap and we talked.

We talked about important things that had happened, we talked about unimportant thing and we just talked. No matter how much we talk on the phone, on Skype, or Yahoo...it is just not the same.........and it was so good to talk.

I fetched him drinks, poured his brandy, passed him things he needed....it was all little simple things, but things that I have missed doing for him, things I needed to do.

 When finally he said it was time to go to bed, I couldn't wait to kneel before him as he put my rope on, knowing that tonight , the other end would be in his hand. After so long sleeping apart, it always takes a few days, I fidget like mad, thrashing round in the bed, arms and legs flailing as I dream my night away, pushing the covers on and off all night long.

 He on the other hand lies still, hardly moving.

I remember him muttering at me to lie still, but its in my sleep I move more. A couple of times in the night , I felt his arm on me, keeping me still, and once he woke me up, but oh it was good to be there.

We slept till way later than I have slept in a year, it was almost 12 midday when I woke up, and for someone normally awake at 5am, it was a surprise, a shock almost. He hustled me out of bed, into the shower and sent me downstairs to make a picnic for lunch. The weather was bright and sunny, but coming from far away land , for me it was freezing. I don't own a coat, I don't own a pair of shoes, but with blankets and his coat we set off in the car. He had found one of my favourite things to do on a summer's day.

We pulled up at a village cricket ground; just a little one, and we set out the picnic rug and lay under an old oak tree and watched two local teams play cricket. We ate out lunch and he lay next to me dozing in the warm(for him) sunshine. After the lunch break was over, we watched more cricket and then slowly packed the picnic and walked around the village to the local pub and had a drink. He laughed when I asked if i could have a pint of bitter...."no" was his answer..."two halves".

We sat in the old pub, listening to the locals talk about local issues, about the state of the country, the world and I felt completed immersed in England once more and yet completely detached from it too.
It was time to go back to the cottage and get organised with dinner....but before dinner he helped me make baklava, which is one of my very favourite food, and as I pottered around int eh kitchen getting some food I could hear him upstairs in the room..............and I wondered what he was fixing up.

The level of control

He took my hand in his and held it tightly, he told me how much he had missed me and how he had dreamed of this moment, when I was once again  truly his.

He told me that he knew my heart was his, and now he had reclaimed my mouth as his, it was time for the next part of me.

He sent me into the bathroom for a shower and told me to make sure that when I returned that I was dry. I spent a long time in the bathroom, running through in my mind what had happened , what I was feeling and wondering what would be next.

I returned to the bed room and there on the bed was a bag, smallish but long .I knelt at the end of the bed and waited for him.


His hand reached to my chin and lifted my face to his...............he smiled and slowly tied a blindfold over my eyes, soft black material completely covering my eyes, blocking out the light. He took my hand once more and laid it on his chest above his heart and then moved it to my chest and did the same.

"Be a good girl and don't fight me, don't complain".

He took my hand behind my back and began to tie a rope around my wrist and then the other, pulling them together, the rope ran up my arms to my elbows and I felt him tie them off.

 Then very slowly and carefully he began to wind a different rope, a rough rope around my chest, under my tits and over the top, pulling tighter and tighter with each go, and I felt the rope tighten around my tits, pushing them , squeezing them, the blood restricted them, swelling quickly...my nipples  tight.

 I stood as still as I could while he worked, he ocassionally adjusted my body's stance; moving me, rearrnaging me very slightly.

He took the first rope and pulled my arms upwards and backwards slightly, and then wound the rope once around my neck, pulling it, pushing the rope between my tightly bound tits. I realised he had tied the rope round the rope there and then he ran it between my legs and tied it back onto the loop around my wrists.

I now stood very still, knowing that if I moved the rope would either tighten around my neck, pull the other rops tighter around my tits or dig deeper into my cunt.

He kissed me and told me to open my mouth and as I did, he placed a thin cord over my tounge and told me to keep it there, and then very carefully and gently he attached each end to one of my nipple bars. He warned me if I let go of the cord we would start all over again.

I stood still as I felt him check the ropes; he checked the rope around my neck, he kept checking it throughout the whole session, to make sure I was ok.

He walked around me, talking about what he could see, what he liked and then without warming he slapped my tits very hard and as he did he said "cord". I had opened my mouth to gasp, but shut it quickly.

I waited for the next slap...and it came...................... along with the pinching, the squeezing, poking, probing, examining.  He pulled on the ropes till they were cutting into me, deep inside my cunt, the rough rope burning.

The slaps on my swollen tits hurting, stinging, filling them with heat and pain.

I stood, taking it, knowing this was what he needed...........it was hard, it hurt, but he needed for me to do as I was told, to take what he was giving me.

I longed for it to stop.
In my head I stopped it and began to imagine him undoing the rope, stopping the pain. I imagined his arms around me once more, but it continued, and with each movement, each response to his actions, one bit of rope or another bit deeper, tightened,...hurt. And every time I moved my head the neck rope would tighten and loosen, and the cord tied to my nipple bars would jerk and pull, sending hot rods of pain deep inside me

And then it did stop.

He leaned close into me.........his lips brushing my ear..............."Stay still, remember the cord" and I heard him leave the room and turn on the bath and I knew it was over soon. I held that cord so tight in my teeth.I did not want it to start again, I really didn't.

He cam back in and I felt his damp fingers on my wrists and slowly he began to undo the ropes, pulling the rough rope gently out of my cunt, gently massaging my wrist and arms, but still leaving the blindfold on.

And he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, and stood me up , and helped me into the warm  water, the smell of jasmine filling the air, and as he undid the blindfold and  took it away, he was all I could see.

He kissed me once more and said.

"Thank you, slave. Stay there, I will be back."

He returned with a cold glass of champagne and sat on the edge of the bath watching while I lay there relaxing, and then helped me dry myself as I got out.

I went back into the bedroom, where my clothes now lay on the bed, with a beautiful new necklace, made from silver and garnets......and he told me to dress, we had a dinner booking.

I was very unslavely and leapt at him, flung my arms around his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist and covered his face with kisses.

He laughed so loud, gently pushed me away, then flung me on the bed, slapped my arse and told me to be quick.

"open!"

When I woke up, I still didnt want to open my eyes, in case it was all a dream....but as I opened them, he was there, looking at me, watching my face, watching me. He smiled at me and the smile reached his eyes and into his heart and soul and filled me with joy.

His hand reached behind my head, and he stroked my hair, and I felt his hand slowly tighten in my hair, twisting it slowly, until I knew it would hurt more to move than to stay still.
 He moved his face closer to mine...never taking his eyes from mine...........................and he kissed me. And in that kiss I tasted his longing, his passion, and the months of separation. I also felt his control and his need .

Pulling me gently away from his face, and with a glint in his eye, he tightened his grip on my hair, and very slowly pushed my head down the bed.

He held my face just a breath away from the end of his swollen penis and told me to lick the tip..........I needed to take him in my mouth to please him, to taste him, to be filled my him..................and yet all he let me do was lick the very tip of him, I could hear my breath getting sharper, little moans of pleasure and frustration escaping . I looked at his face and his eyes were half closed with pleasure......not so much at the licking but at the control.
I wanted to be.I open my mouth to speak, and he tightened his grip, so I stopped.

With the other hand he reached to my nipple and pinched it hard, making me gasp........."lick slave".
and as he played with my nipple,; flicking , pulling, twisting, squeezing, pulling the bar and twisting it............I continued to lick the tip of his cock.

"Open"

I didn't know what to open , so I opened my eyes more, opened my legs and opened my mouth wide.
He laughed a great chuckle and thrust his cock deep into my throat, and pushing my head down , he trust over and over again, until I was gagging, drooling and gasping for breath, tears rolling down my face , he eased a little , let me get my breath and then................shot a huge load of cum deep into the back of my throat.
Letting go of my hair , and resting my head on his leg, he stroked my cheek with his cock still in my mouth.....

"Welcome home slave"

He ran his finger down my spine

I lost internet, but finally have it back...so back to the summer holiday.

I waited there, kneeling by the bed, my ears straining to hear the slightest sound floating up from down the stairs. I could hear the birds singing outside, and I noticed the passing of time. I don't wear a watch, I never have, and am usually a pretty good judge of the passing of time....but there are certain situations where it seems to warp, to change. And kneeling waiting is one of them.
I realised I had been there a while, when I noticed that the puddle of sunshine on the floor had moved considerably, and I wondered how long I had been there. I cannot tell you what I had been thinking, because I don't know, but suddenly I was aware of someone in the house.

I could not hear anything specific, but I just knew someone was inside. For a moment, panic filled me. What if it was a burglar, or worse an axe murderer, and he would come up the stairs and find me. I could not hear the stairs creak...but i just knew. I shut my eyes and waited some more, trying to clam my breathing.

I heard a gentle sigh and felt the air in the room move around me, and then I smelt him, not aftershave....him....I didnt want to break the spell...I kept my eyes closed.............................


Very................ very................. very slowly............... he ran a finger down my spine...almost not touching.........I shivered in anticipation..............then his hands went under my arms and he pulled me gently to my feet.....My eyes still closed I stood before him and he picked me up, and carefully lay down on the bed with me.

I could feel the softness of his suit under my fingers, the crispness of his shirt, and it crossed my mind..."who ironed it?", I think I must have smiled because he laughed gently, and wrapping his arms around me , he pulled me closer and closer until there was not one bit of my body not touching him..................and six months of missing him began to fall away.

 Tears seeped from my eyes, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until my cheeks was wet and I heard sobbing and realised it was me, and not once did he loosen his grip on me. I clung to him like a raft in an ink black sea, and slowly the blackness faded, the pain of separation, the physical and emotional longing for him began to dissipate and I bizarrely fell asleep.

A note on the table

He sent me an address, that was all I had. Just an address in a text. I looked it up on the internet and got some directions. It was about 3 hour drive from where I was. I had no instructions on what to wear or what to do when I got there, nothing , just an address. I resisted the temptation to see if I could see what the place looked like.

Driving in the car, I could feel my excitement mouting, my stomach leaping with anticiaption, my mouth dry. Excited, scared, happy, apprehensive, really it was the whole gammit of emotions all rolled into one.

I wished I could be there straight away, but also wished the miles would go slower...I was nervous. I had not seen him for nearly six months.

I followed the instructions,t he houses became more and more spread out until I turned into lane and could see, at the end, a small cottage, but no car, no familar old car waiting for me.

A note was attachd to the front door with a pin. "The key is in the same place it is a home". I looked and he was right, it was, pushd into a flower pot, deep in the soil. I pulled it out and brushed it off. I slid the key into the lock, opened the door and stepped stright into the smal living room. It was beamed, with a big fireplace and beautifully furnished. I put my bag down and walked to the kitchen. There on the table was my rope, curled up, with a note on top of it.

"You know what to do"

 And he was right, I did know what to do. I took the rope and walked up the stairs, stripped slowly and carefully folded my clothes, and piling then up on the floor and knelt down beside the end of the bed.

The floorbaords had been warmed by the sun coming in the window and I looked around the room at the big comfy bed, the small windows, with the curtains wafting in the warm summer breeze. I looked around and could see a chest of drawers, a door tot eh bathroom and a wooden chest.

 I knelt back on my heels and waited to hear the door downstairs open.

oh help..where is all the text

I finally get round to catching up on blogs i have missed , only to find I cant see the text, has this happened to anyone else... for example,mouse's blog is just not there, just a background...any sugesstions anyone on what to do?
 Thank you

Back together again

Well you know how it is, for one reason or another you loose contact with a friend, and then the longer you leave it, the harder it gets. And this is how this feels, I feel like I have abandoned my poor old blog and it was so hard to get back into the mindset where I wanted to write again. Also I miss all of you. I feel I have made some really good friends on here; people who understand how I think and feel, people who knwo where I am coming from, people who tell me how it is, and are thoughtful, deep thinking, but also hilariously funny, don't take themselves too seriously...in fact just the type of people I have as friends in "real" life...so...here I am...back....in the mood and ready to write again.

My holiday back home to the Uk was a mixed time, full of happiness, sadness, quiet, peace, wild passion, overwhelming love and laughter, the type that you can only have with those you love.

There is so much to tell you, so much to write about, but the first thing is guess is that I nearly didn't make it at all. The second plane I took home was full...and I mean FULL. It was full of people, luggage and cargo. We more or less ambled down the runway, we didn't seem to be getting any faster at all, in fact at one point I could have kept up on an old horse. I began to worry slightly, and then slightly more and then the odd "holy shit" crossed my mind, then it just sort of came out of my mouth. My lovely daughter looked at me and asked if we were going fast enough. Now she may be young in the greater scheme of things...but the girl has a carbon footprint, she knows.......she know planes, take off speed, how they feel, she knows that runway, that one ni particular. She looked at me and said "Mum, we ARE going to take off aren't we?"

 I love flying, in fact I'm a little obsessed with it and am now trying to work out if i can get my license while I am here. I have friends who fly these big planes and they have told me........................people all over the plane were beginning to worry and then finally the nose lifted......just...and then we had maybe 100 feet from where I was sitting to the end of the runway..........and that was it.....we made it by the skin of our teeth , powered by the will of the people on board to live.....all over the plane people were sighing...it was really not pleasant..

 The next 13 hours were uneventful...well actually I'm sure that's not true...the whole crew and passengers could have partied the night away to disco Stew from the Simpsons...but I had two little blues pills.,....one to put me to sleep and one to keep me asleep......oh thank you chemist the world over.....I woke up twenty two minutes before we landed...just time to go brush my teeth, wash and change my knickers.

Then the whole customs, baggage etc stuff took just forever, and we were frozen, really frozen, shivering in our jeans and jumpers looking like drug dealers from far away.

Finally collecting our baggage we got a bus to the car hire place and went to get the car. We were not being met, we were driving to my other daughters house to stay for a few day, my owner having decided this was the best way to get my full attention when I saw him.

As I filled in the form, I heard a familiar voice, turned around, and there they were...my girls....oh my family together again. Two little arms flung around my neck, my face covered in kisses, laughter, tears, more hugs, English chocolate and more kisses.

Although we were tired and had an hours drive in the middle of the night, it didnt matter, I had my family together again.

We drove home in convoy and I slept in the bed with my little Blondie with the beautiful curls and sometime in the night my big daughter got in, and early in the morning my jet lagged daughter got in too....how could one person have so much happiness and still more to come...I love my kids.What a perfect start to a holiday.