June 22, 2001

     Himself decided to 'break in' the new space downstairs.  

     Actually, the entire evening caught me off guard.  Because of all the work on the house, we didn't get to dinner until close to 10 p.m. So i didn't expect we'd do more than collapse into bed.  Not so.

     We'd enjoyed a lovely meal during which He decided i should be wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs.  And also decided i should be wearing the nipple clamps for awhile.  For some reason i get incredibly turned on by this, and when He insisted i also be naked to my waist, it turned me on even more.

     It was nearly 11, but that didn't deter Him.  Practically before i knew things had begun, He was standing in front of me with a flogger, using it on my breasts.  Then stripping off the last of my clothes so that He'd have access to the rest of me.  And pouring candle wax over my thighs.  

     Then slowly scraping it off with a knife.  

     And grabbing a handful of hair and pulling me along, bent over, to the living room, where i was ordered onto the couch and then He used more toys.  Then back to my hair and pulling me back down the hallway to the stairs.  Down the stairs to the soon-to-be living room.  

     By this point i was floating so hard i couldn't tell if we stood in front of the window first, while He continued to flog me (i do remember being grateful there weren't any lights on), or if we were on the new hardwood floor first, my naked back making squisha, squisha sounds as bare skin met wood.  

     i vaguely remember going to sleep long afterward.

     i do remember how floaty i was all day monday.  How my mind kept drifting back to all that we did, at odd moments during the day.  i'd be typing along and then suddenly stop, unable to move.  Unable to breathe practically.

     i'm always amazed at what He can do to my mind with the flick of a finger.  Or a flogger.  Or a well placed clamp.

     Or just His voice.

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