September 14, 2001

     i turned off the world yesterday.

     i'd asked Himself for permission to plan our D/s night this week and He agreed.  And it turned out so well that perhaps taking turns is something that should happen more in the future in fact.  Another way to share.

     So yesterday i eliminated everything that i could about what's happening in our shaken up world right now - by making sure no radios were on,  shutting the curtains tight, and locking all the doors. Even the telephone cooperated and didn't ring!  i pushed all thoughts firmly out of my mind and focused only on the evening i'd planned.

     i knew what i wanted to do.  i wanted to have a nice dinner with a slightly Japanese flavour to it.  And eat it while sitting on cushions at the low table from the Korean summer bed.  i was more than a little bit worried about pulling it off successfully however.  And worried about not looking just incredibly stupid through the whole thing.  i'm happy to report that didn't happen and the night was just very, very ... nice, perfect, wonderful and all those other good words.

     To get started, i spent most of day on a search for a good sushi place that was easy for me to walk to, and to bring home on the streetcar.  One of the girls at work gave me some names of places not too far away - and i also did a search on the internet.  i was very triumphant there - not only a list of available restaurants, but also the reviews on them.  All 24 printed out pages!  Good thing the boss wasn't around.

     Finally i decided to try out a place that had just recently opened in the building close by.  my theory was that because they were new, they'd still be in the "give them quality, impress them" mode - and i'm happy to report my theory was right.  For less than $30.00 i had a generous sized tray of sushi, so nicely presented in the container that i left them in there for our dinner.  They even threw in 5 sets of chopsticks.  Maybe two people aren't supposed to eat that much?

     Himself was sitting downstairs reading when i finally arrived home.  i felt a bit awkward at first - i'm not used to being the one to do the directing and telling someone who's position in our relationship is "top of the food chain" just what He's supposed to be doing, was very weird.  But He was very cool about the whole thing and i swear was trying really hard not to show His amusement.  i knew that He was amused though -  i sometimes think that's one of the best things about us.  We often try not to take ourselves too seriously.  

     Anyway, after some time to unwind from the day, i proceeded to get cleaned up.  i had a quick shower, applied fresh makeup (i contemplated the total geisha look but decided i didn't have enough knowledge to pull it off), and twisted my hair into a French roll, which is something He likes.  i then put on a waist cincher (one of the first pieces He'd bought for me), a black pushup bra, stockings, and a robe.  i gathered up a few more things i wanted and went downstairs.  And asked Him nicely to please go upstairs until dinner was ready.  

     Earlier in the day i'd asked Him to buy some sake for the meal, and it was on the counter.  i proceeded to set the table the way i'd pictured it in my mind all day - two straw placemats, the sake glasses and decanter, candles nestled beside the large vase of sunflowers.  i lit candles in other corners of the room as well and dimmed the lights. i also placed a small switch and an obsidian knife on the table, close to where His hand would be in case He chose to use them.  

     What i liked the best however, was how i displayed the napkins.  i placed them in the black napkin rings, then attached each end of the day cuffs to the rings, so that they were joined.  It looked very excellent.

     Next was the hard part - getting all the food prepared and timed just right.  While i'd been showering i'd had some tiny chicken drumettes (actually the base part of chicken wings) baking in the oven.  i was very worried they wouldn't suit the meal or not turn out properly, but somebody was smiling on me it seems - since they were perfect.  

     So while i checked on them and waited for them to finish cooking, i did the rest of the preparations - opening up a bottle of wine to breathe, getting out the dishes i wanted to use, and finding the ingredients i needed in order to make a light soup.

     i was really nervous about  preparing a soup.  i figured if i was going to mess up anywhere it was going to be this, especially since i hadn't tried to do it before.  But it didn't mess up.  The light ginger/garlic broth turned out really well.  i added a touch of spring onions and created it into egg drop soup.  All of this was done at the very last minute. Along with warming the sake.

     i quickly changed from my robe into a kimono and took off my shoes. Music chosen, everything ready, i called Himself down.  He changed into the silk top i'd asked Him to wear and looked perfect.  i asked Him to sit down at the table, where i'd placed a bowl of warm water, and had Him dip His fingers in the bowl.  Then i dried His hands for Him, and took the bowl away.  i asked if He would like some sake, which He did, and this was the only point where my hands were a bit shaky, and i spilled just a drop.  i was a bit more nervous than i thought i would be.

     Next i served the soup.  i think this is when the ice was broken, as we had a bit of a chuckle over me settling into a comfortable position on the cushion. How do they sit so long in a kneeling position?  We decided to opt for being Canadian and just getting comfortable.  And the soup was very ... good!  i think i impressed even me this time :)

    Once done, i removed the bowls and we munched on the chicken drumettes.  And even they were good!  i was on a roll - all my nervousness just drifted away.  We spent time chatting.  Taking our time in between food courses.  Light talk - nothing heavy and sometimes not even talking at all.  In one way it felt strange, like we had nothing to say to each other, but i think it was more just a need to share the space.  And sharing that space was speaking volumes.  i think we were 'hearing' each other perfectly.

     Finally it was time for the sushi.  i asked Himself if He minded that i leave it in the container since it looked so nice and He was fine with that.  He generally likes to use His nice dishes to present food but even He agreed the restaurant had done a lovely job.  And it was delicious!  i think if we do this again i'll take it out of the fridge a bit sooner though - i'm more used to sushi being room temperature.  But as He pointed out it's hard to time things properly at home, when you are serving raw fish.

     We couldn't eat it all.  We tried!  But finally gave up, groaning a bit as we adjusted our bodies back from the table.  Himself pulled up onto the couch and i remained on the floor and we had some wine.  We talked some more.  We spent almost two hours at this meal.  It was so very, very perfect.

     He suggested we take our glasses and go upstairs.  We spent a companionable half hour or so reading our email before bed, then shut off the computers.  Everything was so relaxed that when i think back on it now, it's like remembering in slow motion.  Every minute savoured.

     i knelt beside the bed, keeping the cincher and lace bra on.  i'd removed the stockings during dinner, but explained to Him that the 8 o'clock rule didn't apply (removing bras then) because this bra was deemed 'fet wear' for the night.  He'd chuckled at that.

     He'd sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my now-loosened hair back so that my face was raised to Him, and placed the leather collar around my neck.  And so it began.  

     A different sort of scene.  More sensual this time, but also more intense in sensation.  In fact, i'd have to say that this scene was all about sensation rather than control.  i think the dinner and the shared time had already established the control - even though i orchestrated how things would be, the emphasis was on the fact that i was allowed to do so.  It seemed to shift us perfectly into the places we both prefer to be - me soft and compliant, and Himself assertive and warm.  Hard concepts to describe, but i think anyone of like-mindedness would have recognized the dynamics immediately.

     He used stingy little floggers on my breasts, pulling them out from the cups of the bra to sit higher and more accessible.  He used the same toys on my back and my butt - all while i was still kneeling.  Then He bent me forward, unlatched and removed the bra and told me to get on the bed.  i was face down and i remember thinking i was glad i still had the cincher on.  i like how it looks on me, and gives me confidence.  All my insecurities seem to melt away and my head drifts into the scene better.

     He used a cane on me, and one other toy that i can't recall the name of but is like a whisk broom.  Even the sound of it is like the swish of sweeping.  But the cane ... it seemed like i couldn't get enough of it.  i just wanted more and more of the sting - the sting seemed to melt into my skin sweetly - like ice cream would over my tongue.  And then we were making love and i wanted to be His slut - the slut He always wants me to be then - and i spoke words i don't usually say.  It felt like we were inhaling each other.

     We woke up this morning curled together.  We made love again and then lay quietly, His hand curled around my neck.  i asked Him if He had enjoyed last night and He said yes, very much.  i asked which parts were best.  He said He liked the fact that i'd planned things out so carefully, deciding what i wanted to do and following it through.  

     And He liked the way i raised my butt to His cane. 

                

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