Kinky Holiday: The Third Day

Kinky Holiday: The Second Day
October 15, 2015
Kinky Holiday: The Last Day
October 17, 2015

The third day of our D/s holiday began much as the other mornings; lie in, morning presents from my Amazon Wishlist, delicious cooked breakfast. We were settling into a comfortable routine.

It was half way through the week so I sat down with B to check in. I wanted to check how the reality was measuring up to the fantasy and know if anything wasn't working for him. As I suspected, he loved how things were proceeding, and his only request was that I dress up a little more in the fancy dress, which I was more than happy to do.

Power Dynamics

pointing Claire Black

The power dynamic between pro-domme and client is a complex one, even more so during a long BDSM break, as opposed to the traditional 2, 3 or 4 hour session structure. To look at it from the most callous perspective, B pays me to provide a service, and I want to make sure he is satisfied with that service. But, we don't really speak about that. Instead, we speak about how B can please me, how B wants to give up his rights to his body and pleasure, we speak about his fantasies and desires, with knowledge that they may or may not happen. My job is to make sure that what brings me pleasure and what B wants (including the things he doesn't want) are in line. If they are not then I need to find a way to make them so; I need to push him out of his comfort zone, to use him and torment him, and to know when to stop and just relax as two humans. I strike a balance of activities that are for my pleasure, and activities that mean a lot to B but may interest me less.

After all these serious chats and contemplations it was time to rest and to write some of these blogs. B made a great footstool, and I sat dressed as a Lady. I was knows as m'Lady (as opposed to the usual 'Sir').

Watch the Clock

The afternoon progressed with me writing and B getting on with things. I'd set an alarm at 30 minute intervals signalling time for B's flogging (remember the clause in the contract to keep his bottom colourful). For 10 minutes I would flog, paddle, spank or otherwise interfere with his bum, then he would have 30 minutes alone time before the next attack. At the end of each mini-session I chose the implement of the next one and left it lying on the window ledge in front of him. I wanted him to remain distracted.

Driving

I'd mentioned before leaving that I hadn't driven for 10 years, and being back in Scotland would be a great opportunity to practice away from the London bustle. I was nervous to be behind the wheel again, but after a few jumpy starts it was quite the thrill to discover I could still drive. It was also a lovely bonding moment for us both – me showing that vulnerability and B coaxing me through it. He was beaming proudly when I drove all the way back to the cottage.

During our morning chats we realised that this was to be our last proper evening. We'd been hatching a plan that involved cling filming B to a post outside at night, and tonight would be the night.

Outside play

During our drives we had found our post. I had B mark our territory with his sperm and, as darkness drew in, our exciting conversations built. Before we knew it, it was time.

B on a post

Dressed as Cinderella and the Country Gentleman (I was back to 'Sir') we drove out into the night. Our post stood where we left it. The bright moon glimpsing out from behind the clouds, casting enough light for us to see. The only noises were those of nature; sheep bleating their weird night time cries, water splashing and things creeping that I tried not to think about. The air was fresh and cool. I stripped B naked and pressed him against the post. I was aware that he would lose body temperature quickly, so I worked fast to wrap him ankle to head in clear pallet wrap. I tore holes for his mouth and nose, used gaffer tape to reinforce and tighten his binding and then walked off.

As B couldn't move to get my attention should he need it I had to stay within earshot. I wanted to give him the impression he was alone so I walked to the car, opened the door, shuffled a little then closed it. I stood outside silently, watching and listening intently for any sign of how he was doing.

The situation was all very sexy except for one problem, bloody midges! Annoying little winged creatures nipping at my face and head! I had planned on leaving B alone longer but the itching was unbearable. I ripped through in front of his nipples and his genitals, letting cool air caress him. I teased/tormented these naked sensitive parts for a while before tearing him out, reborn from a plastic skin. He was up for about 30 minutes, although time is quite meaningless in that situation.

We drove home to the cottage and slept deeply. Another day brought to a satisfying end.

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More Like This:

If you've not read about what's involved in making this happen read this post - Prep & Packing
See what happened on the first day - Day 1
See what happened on the second day - Day 2
See what happened on the final day - Day 4

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anon
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Fantastic story so far. Can’t wait to read the rest.

Mark
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Thank you for these posts on the holiday, I have just been reading them all again. I also really like the above photo of you: as well as the earlier one of you dressed as a gentleman.