Learning to Fly…

Maestro and I have committed to seeing each other as often as possible.  When I found an excellent deal on train tickets, I decided to pay him a visit.  I had never traveled by train and I was eager to try something new.

The train station was literally stuck in time…I imagine it looked exactly as it did in 1967. At 2:35 am, I boarded the train and began my adventure to see my M.  I can’t say the ride itself was horrible.  It was okay.  I didn’t like the length of the trip (10 hours with all of the stops) but it made me more mindful of just how exhausting it is for Maestro to drive 7 hours, one way, to see me.  I’d always appreciated that he would devote such time for us to be together, but this made me have an even deeper appreciation for his dedication.  An even deeper appreciation for him.

He was literally pulling into the station as I walked outside.  We have this cosmic thing going…When he visits me, I will unlock my front door as he pulling up.  There’s no phone call.  There’s no peeking out of the window.  I just know.  And this was no different.  He pulled up as I stepped off of the elevator.  He didn’t even need to park.

He took one look at me and realized that I was exhausted.  Not just from the train ride…but from all I’ve dealt with over the last couple of months.  He shifted the agenda he’d planned (an agenda that included a visit to a local dungeon) and decided it was best for me to take it easy.  So we had lunch and checked into our room.  At that time, he gave me very specific instructions….

“You need to take a nap.”

I didn’t want to take a nap!  I wanted to spend time with him…in the throes of passion.  But I saw the look in his eye and I knew he wanted what was best for me.  So I did as I was told…and he joined me and whispered, “that’s my good girl.”

Those words….they switch me to the “On” position faster than a speeding bullet (no pun intended there)  So I can’t say that we went to sleep immediately…but we did nap eventually.  And as a reward for my obedience…Maestro took me shopping to one of my favorite stores the next day.  I love how he understands me.  How he knows how to engage me.  How he effortlessly controls me.

We had a very relaxing weekend…we had lunch with his dad.  Went to the movies.  Shopped.  Just spent time together.  And we eventually made our way back to the room.  This time, he did not request that I nap.  Instead, his request was that I pleasure him.  Which I eagerly did.  It one of my favorite directives to follow.  His next request…

“Get on the bed.  Lie across me.”

I quickly complied with his directive.  I was wondering what was coming next?  He had taunted me with spankings all throughout the weekend, so I had no idea of what to expect.  Our bag of tricks was across the room and I’d not seen him open it.  As I pondered with anticipation, I noticed a shift in his tone.  He meant business…

“I want you to lie here and remain still, do you understand? I will tell you when you can move.”

My heart began to beat faster…what was he about to do????

He began tracing my spine with the very tip of his finger.  Up and down.  Circling each part of my back.  It was an amazing sensation…almost a tickle…not enough to laugh.  It was almost an itch…but not enough to scratch.  It was very sensual.  And it was torture.

I wanted to squirm.  I wanted to arch my back for more.  But my instructions were clear.  I was not to move.  So I lied across his body as he tormented me.  And I realized as we continued, that this was another lesson.  Maestro was teaching me that pain/torture need not come from a bull whip or nipple clamps…that something as simple and sublime as his light touch could appeal to my masochistic tendencies.  He was demonstrating to me that torment comes in all forms.  And I loved every second of it.

He held me hostage like that for a long time.  I found myself so aroused by his focused touch and attention, that I could have exploded at any given moment.  But again, my instructions were to be still.  So I obeyed, even though it was almost unbearable.  When he could see that I’d had enough…he saw fit to take what was his.  Without hesitation.  And he showed me no mercy.  I found myself in subspace faster than I’d ever ventured before.

I was perplexed….I typically have an indication that I am approaching subspace.  I typically find myself there after some type of impact play or when there is some form of pain.  This was different.  I found myself there, faster than ever.  His session of “pleasured” torture had aroused me to a point that even I was not aware.  I was almost alarmed by my arrival…it happened so quickly.

He could sense that I was unsettled by my rapid ascent to subspace and he held me.  He whispered in my ear, stroked my hair, made me feel like the luckiest woman in the universe.  I melted into his form and relaxed into the moment, realizing that I was safe and protected.  Realizing that every time I venture to this perfect place of oblivion, I find myself bound but free.  Tethered and bound to him as the center of my world, but free to feel and experience all that I am,  because of him. Because of his love and devotion.

And ladies and gentlemen…this is the good stuff.


Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night


2 thoughts on “Learning to Fly…

    1. It was amazing. It always is with M. I find myself learning more every day. Some lessons are subtle, while others are profound, like the one from this weekend. Such tortuous pleasure…
      Thanks for commenting, friend.

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