I can’t sleep tonight. It’s 2:09am on Sunday morning, and I can’t sleep. The weather outside is stiflingly hot here in Western Australia, and I can’t sleep. My mind won’t stop racing. I’ve got so many things on my mind at the moment, and I’ve tried spending the day getting my mind to just… relax, but I’ve had very little success. So, I’m up, writing… the bedroom door is shut, and I’m clickity clacking away on the mechanical keyboard that I’ve had for a few years. I just hope that it doesn’t keep Matt up L I’m anxious and nervous, which is normal. I’m kinda glad I’m not sleeping now though, hopefully it means I sleep tonight. I start a new job on Monday and I’m nervous… scared… excited… my mind won’t stop thinking about it. That’s partially why I need it to shut up and shut down. Not working too well 😉
I’m also listening to New Kids on the Block on Spotify. That seems to be the music I’ve been writing to the most lately, just some background noise. They’re a bit of a guilty pleasure, I was a huge fan in the 80s and early 90s before I moved on to my Jon Secada obsession. Apart of me wonders if I have Jon Secada playing in the background if it would give me the same sort of ‘zone’ if you will.
I dunno.
Anyway. I suppose I should channel this mental energy somewhere eh? Here’s today’s post… it’s a lot earlier than normal. Also please note, that this is probably going to be another series of posts together.
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The note she received at work was succinct and to the point. “Tonight, when you go home, go to the playroom. Strip completely naked, and secure your legs to the bed with the ankle bindings that are there, and blindfold yourself. Do not touch yourself.”
Desire immediately spiked through her at the thought of being bound and helpless to the bed in their playroom. She had sent him a simple text. “Yes, Sir.” No other communication between the two of them for the rest of the day had followed. And as soon as it was quitting time, she quickly left. She had orders to follow.
Being a corporate high flyer had its perks. But one of the biggest stresses that she dealt with day in and day out was the fact that she was recognized as a leader, a power player. The ability to give up that power to Him, and let Him have complete and utter control over her and her body was more than just a physical turn on. She was able to let go and submerge herself in the emotions and sensations he evoked.
And it looked like they were playing tonight.
She barely remembered getting home. All that she could focus on was the anticipation that was building inside of her, and how excited the thought of playing was making her. She had spent the last meeting of the day shifting back and forth in her seat trying to get a bit of extra friction where she wanted it the most, her panties already soaking wet.
Following His instructions, she quickly divested herself of her clothing for the day and went to the playroom. Climbing into the large queen sized bed they kept in there, she found the soft leather of the ankle restraints and buckled herself in. He had thoughtfully left His favourite blindefold at the head of the bed and she quickly tied it on. It was a simple black piece of cloth that fully covered her eyes when tied correctly. He said that He loved how it looked on her.
She laid back on the bed then, stretching her arms out at her sides. He hadn’t specifically requested that position, but she didn’t want to give into the temptation to let her fingers play with her wet folds while she waited for him. He would not appreciate the fact that His very specific orders were not followed. This way, she kept herself out of trouble and any spankings she earned tonight in the playroom would be rewards, not punishments.
She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, her mind playing through the various scenarios in her mind before she heard the door of the playroom open. The soft sound of feet on a bare concrete floor echoed throughout as he moved closer. The soft touch of His favourite flogger stroked over her upper thighs, brushing against her aching apex teasingly. “Good girl. It’s time to begin…”
