I seem to be moving toward more extreme types of play. Last night I practically begged Alan to pierce my labia and sew them shut. Today I want a series of piercings along my labia that can be locked shut.
He did pierce me and, using fishing line, stitched one area shut. I love the way it feels, restrictive, constantly present. I can't forget it's there no matter what I do. I'm torn between riding an endorphin high that hasn't gone away, and a bit of drop from the heavy playing we did Saturday night. I'm also feeling a bit frantic, as if I've got to experience everything I can right away. It's a bit like sub frenzy but with a sense of urgency as if I am running out of time.
Last week I felt a sense of relief and purpose, this week I'm just frenzied and I have nowhere to spend all this energy because I'm tied to a freaking chair and a phone having to repeat the same stuff over and over again to different people.
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