“beautiful woman with a strap on harness…”
2012
While I was away, I met up with another lovely submissive who lives in the same city as e. We had been emailing for a few months after I sent him a compliment on his thoughtful and original posts on Fetlife. The fact that he happened to live in the city I was travelling to was a convenient coincidence.
I had planned to meet him regardless of how it went with e because we got along so well, but I didn’t consider him a potential submissive: I don’t scatter my attention, and my focus was solely and completely taken. Still, I liked him and since I so rarely find men that I actually *want* to meet, it seemed serendipitous that I would be in his city.
We had vaguely planned a friendly meet up and chat over a drink, but we ended up getting along really well and we saw each other three times: initially for a few drinks at a bar; then for an indoor picnic (he cooked and brought a cute little picnic basket full of goodies!); and then he came over to help when I was packing up to leave (this translates to listening to me whine about packing, making me grilled cheese, and listening to me whine some more).
I was going to write a thoughtful post about meeting him, but then he made the monumental mistake of writing this wonderful email about the time we spent together. It is much more fun than anything I could write, and it is also sweet and fabulously flattering, so I am appropriating it for this post.
This is an extract where he describes ‘moments/images burned into [his] skull’ [italicised square brackets below are my comments].
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- Your outfit the first night, the second you first opened the door.
- Then helping with your shoes.
- At the bar, your laugh and smile about fifteen or twenty minutes in – it wasn’t a hair flipping thing, but you leaned back with a smile and a laugh that I suddenly sensed your genuine ‘you-ness’ I suppose. I dunno. It’s like you made the room lighter.
- Then there was the moment where you were making a point and you reached over and hooked your finger around mine and didn’t/wouldn’t let go immediately – anyway, that tiny moment seemed to last forever – I woulda been happy if it did.
- Then not long after (and I not only caught myself when it happened, but I felt super guilty after). But the way you were sitting with that corset and the way it was buttoned and how it fit, you had a fair amount of side inner boob going on – and I allowed myself to glance just for a nano-second because I had convinced myself ‘dude, she knows… whatever’. So then i looked and like I said, I felt really bad. Then ‘Dave’ or whoever showed up and tried to make out with us.
- At the picnic, obv the snap/point/command/epicness I had previously mentioned.
- Then the sweet kiss goodnight was entirely unexpected and it literally in that moment made me feel like my chest was filling with a flight of butterflies. True story. I have no idea how I made it down the stairs and to the car. But yeah, I could have fallen asleep standing up with my head pressed into your shoulder and neck.
- Then the finger scratchy toy thing (which might be my favorite thing in the world). When you were like ‘here feel this’ it was immediately electric. Seriously. That thing is genius.
- Then of course the tiny whip thing. I was shocked how much I liked the sound.
- Then there was a moment where you got tired and just sat on the corner of the bed, semi-tuckered out. I dunno, maybe I drank some kool-aid, but that was so effing adorable.
- [When I was packing (and he was there to help), I put on my awesome new harness (over my jeans, come on!) because putting on an awesome new harness makes even a hateful job like packing better, and he had said it was tortuous, and of course the torture extends to me asking 'tortuous because...?']
It was just with the whole harness thing, that was, well, every time I had to stand up, that was like having a sixth grade boner only to be asked to do a math problem at the chalkboard.
[this still makes me laugh]
Let’s see – beautiful woman with a strap on harness… I guess there’s that part. But also it was the whole ‘Wheeee, isn’t it fun’ thing that made it all feel like, and don’t take this the wrong way, but ‘home’. And I mean that in a way that means comfortable and everything in its right place. And in that moment there was a recognition that yes, home is a place where the woman I love merrily bounces around the house wearing a harness if she wants to, just because she likes to. That was perhaps the greatest lesson. And that’s perhaps the ‘torture’. Not having ever had that before in a relationship and but knowing that’s what makes sense… again, what makes ‘home’. - Also, and I’ve no idea where this comes from, but every time we hugged, it seemed like I was breathing honey. Not all crazy in my face, just a gentle scent of honey. I thought I was trippin’ until I realized it again the last day.
- Then finally saying goodbye. Or my stalling saying goodbye and your sweet kiss and hug once again.
[my amazing new corset with jeans]
[um... once I have the corset on, I can't bend down properly to put shoes on (I am not experienced at this steel-boned-corset-wearing gig), so I had him do it. This was sweet because I actually love having a man deal with my shoes.]
['side inner boob'... that's generally called cleavage... just in case you were wondering... And Dave was definitely trying to make out with us!]
[we were talking about role play and I demonstrated snapping my fingers, pointing to the floor beside me, and saying 'kneel', and I asked him if he would call that role play or not. Even though I was just showing him, I knew that if I had intended it as a command, he would have eagerly and happily kneeled for me. It was one of those sweet moments where you both know, you know? Yes, one of those...]
[it is totally genius! A fabulous solid stainless steel finger claw for sensation play]
[a beautiful leather slapper... I had just bought this and the finger claw while I was in a sex shop earlier in the week... fun!]
Wow, I’m going to stop typing now. I really do tell you too many things. But seriously, who else am I going to tell? I figure I must go to the source. What else makes sense?
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*smile* So yes, I met a boy, he was incredibly sweet, we got along swimmingly.
And also… *swoon*
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“It was one of those sweet moments where you both know, you know? Yes, one of those…]”
For sure! Almost better that way, just left with that hint…glad to hear you had a good trip, overall, and including this bonus. I’ve been out of touch for a bit.
“glad to hear you had a good trip, overall, and including this bonus”
*smile* I did, and yes, he was a most lovely bonus.
“I’ve been out of touch for a bit.”
I hope it was for fabulously positive reasons. Welcome back!
Ferns
And here I thought I was jealous you didn’t visit Seattle, before I read this.
Now, I’m bloody devastated.
I hope you’re happy.
Let me see… Uber cute boy is devastated that he didn’t get to meet me? Hmmm… does that make me happy? *ponders*
No. No, of course it doesn’t. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Nuh uh.
*skips*
Ferns
Nice.
(capitol N)
Ha! Yes!
Noice.
Ferns
And no mention of your outrageous foreign accent either?
Coug
*sigh* How many times do I have to explain that I. Have. No. Accent?!
Ferns
I foresee a happy femdom story.
Noice.
Satan
I think you might be jumping the gun there!
But yes, Noice… definitely.
Ferns
*giggleclaps for fun things
*laugh bounce* Giggleclaps are hellishly infectious!!
Ferns
I believe the technical term is “woot.”
I’m so glad!
*laugh* That is totally the technical term!!
Ferns
Noice!
As for accent…
Why do you talk so funny?
(I kid, I kid)
So glad your trip resulted in a bit of swoon.
“Why do you talk so funny?”
*laugh* Pffftt… it’s the rest of the world that talks funny!
(not kidding, you people really do talk funny!)
“So glad your trip resulted in a bit of swoon.”
Yes! A bit of swooning is always a good outcome!
Ferns
Hahaha – ‘Monumental mistake’
*laugh* Did I say that?
What I meant was “He made the most awesome decision to send me this wonderful email…”
Ferns
Wait – you have an accent?
What?! No! That is an outrageous lie! I do not have an accent at all!
Ref: This and this!
Ferns
Yeah, I don’t hear it.
But I do very much appreciate your choice of words and the order you put them in.
Thank you, I chose my favourites and put them in the best order I could think of!
Ferns
Thank you for the precious gift of candor, wit and style that fill each of these entries written with such clarity and daring. You have me clicking and reading gleefully whenever I see notice of a new post, not to mention crushing on you madly like everyone else, cheering and empathizing with those ups and downs. Applause.
*smile* You are very welcome, I’m so glad you are enjoying it. And thank you for the most lovely words.
Ferns
Oh! Thats so lovely *grins at the computer screen*.
*nod nods* Isn’t it?
*swoony smile*
Ferns
Just found and read this very lovely post!!!! I soooo know what you mean! It is rare to find that connection and I have been fortunate to have found it in my current submissive! A very alpha male that I chuckle at the thought of his very alpha male friends ever finding out how he swoons (and drips with precum) at just the thought of me!
The power of having a brilliant, accomplished and confidant hunk of a man surrender completely to your desires and very smell and breath is intoxicating!
Enjoy the wonderful ride…wherever and however far it takes you! The journey is well worth it!
~ Vista
“It is rare to find that connection and I have been fortunate to have found it in my current submissive!”
It *is* rare, yes, and I am so glad you have found him. Lucky you (and him)! Enjoy!
Ferns