Spring Time...and a Young Girl's Thoughts Turn To Fantasies

Okay, so I'm not really a young girl anymore, but I feel like one most of the time. The fantasy my thoughts have turned to aren't mine either. They are Musicman's.

When I first proposed a D/s lifestyle to him, I only considered fulfilling my own fantasies. Selfish and stupid of me, I know, but that's me. It wasn't that I had a problem with him fulfilling his, I just didn't think much about that, until he started sharing them with me.

There is one that he has shared with me in great detail. That fact tells me that he has thought quite a bit about it. It is one that, until now, has been a hard limit for me. I just couldn't do what he wanted, but, as with most couples, we continue to grow together and challenge our limits.

This particular fantasy of his takes place outside, by our pool. I wasn't able to fulfill this particular fantasy of his last summer. I just wasn't ready and he understood that. Fall and winter put that fantasy on hold, way to cold to even consider doing what he would like.

Spring has finally sprung here where we live. Actually, we kinda skipped spring and after an extended winter have gone straight to summer. It will very soon be time to start work on getting the pool open again. I love to play pool boy and work on it. It's hard physical labor, but I don't mind, because it gives me a reason to turn the music up loud and play in the sunshine.

As I have thought about getting started on opening the pool, his fantasy, as he described it to me, has come to mind. I know exactly what he wants me to wear. Check, I have those items in my wardrobe. I don't remember all the details, but I picture myself kneeling before him. I hear him instructing me on what he wants, directing me, ordering me. That makes me all hot and tingly.

I hear barriers falling and comfort zones being expanded. I can't stop contemplating what he shared with me almost a year ago. I think it's time. Time to explore a bit of the things that make tremble with what I would previously have described as dread. I no longer dread what he has proposed, I long for it. Dang man, how does he do that to me?