Craving

In most area's of my life I'm usually a pretty laid back, easy going kinda girl.  The exception to that is when it comes to love. I love very intensely. I don't waste my energy on hating. I don't believe in that and prefer to expend my energy in more positive ways.

The more stress I have to deal with, such as last week, the more I begin to crave intensity. I crave the intensity that only Musicman can give me. I crave the pain, the dominance and the control. I crave the weightlessness of subspace and a mind that has finally turned off all the outside influences that drag me down.

We did have a brief session with the plastic coat hanger Saturday night. It was nice, but due to the house being full, it was necessarily restrained. It left me feeling the need for intense. It left me craving something that looked as if wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

In an effort to ignore what I was craving, I spent some time Sunday afternoon sitting in the sun reading. Books are like best friends to me and I can always use them for a much needed escape.

By mid afternoon, we were miraculously, home alone. Musicman wasted no time inviting me to come in out of the sun and to our room. Being that I was now faced with the opportunity to fulfill my cravings one would have thought I would have jumped to do his bidding when he suggested I take "the girls" out. I was wearing a strappy cami type top and it would have been easy to do, but for some reason, I didn't. So silly of me that in that moment, I get all shy. What's up with that?

It wasn't long before he repeated his request, this time making very sure I knew it was NOT a request. I quickly jumped to do as told as he came up behind me, slowly rubbing the cane along my legs as he wrapped his arm around me and underneath my breasts. Then he lifted them slightly and brought the cane down across them a few times.  As he was doing that he was speaking very closely in my ear. He said, "I'm going to beat your ass, bare it and bend over."

Dang, I was already wet as I quickly hiked my skirt up and bent over and grabbed the edge of the bed. Oh yes, he beat my ass, my legs, my back and I was soon lost in the intensity of the moment.  I was getting everything I had been craving and more. It took no time at all for me to slip into the total submissive mindset, the one where I do everything he tells me the first time and every time.

He pushed me hard, he demanded things that are usually very difficult for me. Yet, on that day, in that moment, I accomplished everything he asked, without a second thought. I got my intense. I got the weightlessness and quiet mind that I was craving.

It came just in time too, cause this week has proved to be just as stressful as the last one. I would ask one favor from you, my readers. Many of my long time readers probably already know that Musicman has a few serious health challenges. It is something we both work to manage and minimize the impact of, on our lives.  Friday he goes back into the hospital for a couple of surgical procedures. The doctors are saying maybe a 2-3 day stay. Of course, I will be with him the whole time making sure he gets the best care available. I ask that you keep us in your prayers. An extra angel on our shoulders would not go amiss during this time. Thank you.