Giving and Receiving…

The alarm was harsh and direct….

Wearily, I picked up my phone to silence its interruption at 4:15 am.

And then it hit me…

TODAY IS THE DAY!!!!

On 12/13/14, I boarded a plane at 6:00 am and flew to see my Maestro.  As sleepy as I felt, the adrenaline quickly relieved me of the need for coffee, and I found myself focused and in the zone.  I arrived in the Sunshine state less than 3 hours later.  The weather was perfect and there were palm trees lining the concourse.  I immediately felt like I was on vacation.

I found him in the airport, waiting for me under a large Christmas tree…just like the gift he is in my life.

Once we kissed, I realized that I had finally arrived at my destination.

Not a place….but a state of mind.  Wherever he is…is home for me.

We ate breakfast and were lucky to get an early check-in at the hotel.  I thought we would take some time to nap, since we were both awake so early.  But there was no rest for the weary….

Maestro had a much different agenda.

After hours of play, I found I was no longer tired.  I felt energized and alive.  There is something about this man…he can wreck a well put-together hairdo in about 10 minutes, changing it from Playboy bunny hair to Medusa.

The things he does to me.

The way he controls me…

The way he pleasures me….

The way he takes me. 

Shortly after high noon, I was walking like I was a dancer in a Beyonce video.  (Cue “All the Single Ladies…”)

We had a perfect day.  Lots of sex.  Great conversation.  Great food.  Good times!  But by 10:00 pm, we were both beyond exhausted and fell asleep.

I love waking up next to him.  Feeling him watch me as I sleep.  Looking into his eyes and knowing what he wants me to do.  Knowing this, only by his look.  There are no words needed between us.

There is nothing like full submission to Maestro.  Giving in and giving all.

All for him.

Giving it all and expecting nothing in return…but getting more than I ever dreamed possible .

The way he makes me feel is a gift.  By submitting and letting go, I am able to experience freedom.  I can be myself and be accepted.  I can be a woman again…not someone’s mom….not someone’s daughter…a real, warm-blooded, wanton, sexual being.  Asking for whatever I crave, knowing he will not judge my requests. Knowing that as he violates me, he still honors me…and treats me like a queen…always giving me pleasure beyond pleasure with the degree of kink and Dominance I love….with plenty of spankings for this naughty girl.

After all, it was our birthday weekend…spankings are in order, right?

Uh..oh

Oh…oh…oh….OH!!!

 

Re-Birth Birthday

Maestro and I share December birthdays. Mine is this coming Monday, his is later in the month. So, we hatched a plan. Why not plan a getaway to see each other in between our special days, to celebrate?

In less than 10 days, we will be together again! I can hardly wait…

Next Saturday, Mary Poppins comes to stay with the kiddos, and I board a plane at “oh-six-hundred” to see my Maestro.
I can’t think of a better gift than to be able to spend time with him. Kid-free. Relaxed. In the moment.
Together.

This year, I find that my birthday is like a re-birth of sorts. Finding myself. Enjoying the gift of true love. Giving myself to him. Letting go of control.

It’s a gift of self-acceptance.

Thanks to the One, that in his wisdom and guidance has illuminated the way…leaving the candles on the birthday cake to burn a bit longer so that I may clearly see what’s in front of me…

Knowing that I don’t have to close my eyes and make a wish when I blow out the candles.

Because my wish has already come true.

COUNTDOWN IS ON!!!

Leftovers in the Kitchen…

I was gathering the containers of leftovers to make us a snack when I heard…

“Place your hands on the counter, like this” He pointed to two specific places on the kitchen counter.

I followed his instruction without hesitation, as there was a tone to his voice.  I placed my hands exactly where he told me.

“Good.  That’s right.  Now, don’t move them.”

The light of the open refrigerator illuminated the kitchen.  I could feel the warmth of him standing close behind me, contemplating his next move.  I could also feel the chill from the fridge on my right side.

“Bend for me and open your legs.  Remember…you must keep your hands on the counter as I instructed you.”

I arched my back and opened my legs, as he told me to.  Through my pajamas, i could feel his hand caress the insides of my open thighs, moving to the small of my back, across my backside.  He pulled my bottoms down and probed for the place he sought.

Having to keep my hands on the counter began to pose a challenge for me.  Keeping my composure became a challenge for me also, as the little ones were asleep.

He found what he sought and began his relentless pursuit of my climax.  I was overcome with pleasure and desperately tried to stay quiet, while keeping my hands in position.  I felt my legs shaking and it was all I could do to hold this position.

He pressed himself closer to my body and with his free hand, he covered my mouth.  This simple gesture sent me into a state of oblivion.  The control…the dominance…the fact that his hand could strategically muffle my increasingly loud moans and screams…all of this instantly caused me to have one of the most prolific orgasms of my existence.  Right there…in the kitchen.

And yes, the refrigerator was still open.

And no, I didn’t manage to hold the position with my hands on the counter.  Lucky for me, he didn’t object at that point.  We forgot about the leftovers and made our way to the bedroom.

I was putty in his hands at this point and with one hand on my throat and the other placed between my legs, he ravaged me again.  And again.  And again.

I regained my composure when he whispered, “Did you like that?  Ahhhh….I know you did.  You were a very good girl.  Now, I want you to please me.  Take me deep in your mouth and give your Master what he wants.”

The sound of his voice in my ear almost took me to oblivion again.  I eagerly began my service of worship. His body was my temple and I showed my true and utmost devotion to him as I explored my shrine, consuming his warm nectar.

We eventually collapsed into each others arms and woke at first light.  I slept so peacefully knowing he was there next to me.  Knowing that I belong to him.  Knowing that I am loved, protected and led by such a perfect man.  The One I searched for.  The One I waited for.

The One I prayed for.

I am forever grateful for this gift I have been given.  Thanksgiving was a different holiday for me this year.  It was more meaningful.  More authentic.  (And a bit more kinky…)

I have a feeling that everything will be different from now on.

Now that I have my Maestro.

You make me feel so divine

Your soul and mine are entwined

Before you I was blind