The Collar Makes A Return

What with it being two weeks at the parentals, and four weeks (today, gee time flies) of being around here, with the kids around, it had been six weeks since I had lost worn The Collar.  Kid free for the next couple of days, starting at approximately 7.15 last night, and I asked Mistress a bit later into the evening whether I could get it out.  Of course, she said.  Now, I could have put it on myself, but being here, with her very close to hand, it just means more when she puts it on me.  When I did ask whether she could put it on me, she broke into that knowing smile of hers, and nodded her assent.

And, when she put it on, or even a few seconds before, when she had the collar in her hands, I started to bliss out.  Even though she didn't try to initially strangle me with it, like she usually does (puts it on a tighter setting than I can handle), it was lovely.  She was doing some sewing, and I was just blissing out, and we had bought wine to celebrate me getting a job (btw, it was confirmed yesterday, referee check went through fine, schweet), so we were drinking that and watching concert DVDs - Rolling Stones and Cold Chisel, and it was delightful.

Sir got home, we had bought him a six pack of beer, and he had a couple of those.  He was quite exhausted though, he seems to put 200% into his job from what I can see, and he was just vegeing into the couch.  Well, apart from when he was making gruesome threats to Mistress.  He raised his eyebrow when he initially saw I had the collar on, and then later on said that I was funny, that when I wear it I am always so blissy.  Works for me.

I thought Mistress was winding down for the evening as well, and we started watching the original Tron - I will just mention, it seemed a whole lot more cooler when I watched it in my teens and the Commodore 64 was a high end computer - when she looked over at me with a curious look in her eyes, and asked me to strip and to lay down on the couch.

It wasn't even in The Voice, but if I was blissy before, that suggestion made me even more so.  The sense of excitement, of trepidation of what she would do.  Suddenly, on the top of my spine, just below the collar - which, by this stage, was the only thing I was wearing - I felt this hot, sticky sensation.  And I thought she had just brought the candle out for some aromatherapy lol.  It was fucking DELICIOUS.  She worked her way down my spine with the wax, then to my sides.  Over my shoulder blades.  And just to keep me awake, as if hot wax wouldn't, she spanked my butt and upper leg.  Quite a lot.

It was WONDERFUL.  I hope that I was squirming appreciatively enough for her viewing pleasure.  I reached out for her, with my arm off the front of the couch, and all I could feel was her lower right leg.  Covered in her jeans and a shoe as it was.  Reaching for any more of her would have meant too much squirming.

If I thought it was a bliss out experience her doing my haircut, then OMG this was nirvana.  When I had the play date with friends just before I left There, my girl mate was opening up my butt cheeks to shave back there.  It was a bit embarrassing, but just something to get on with.  As well as when she was trying to put anal toys in me.  Just something to do.  With Mistress, as she started working wax around the top of my butt crack, it wasn't just something to do, it wasn't embarrassing or anything.  I am always kinda sensitive about showing off back there (even though I have been told my butt is quite attractive, more than once), but with Mistress, it is a sense of complete surrender or something.  That yes, I don't think it is one of my best features, but do whatever the fuck you want with me, I don't mind, I don't care, I am YOURS.

Of course, that feeling is about more than just my butt, or my physical features, or my emotional state around her, or even the Relationship.  But when she is putting wax down that area of my body, it heightens the sense of absolute surrender somewhat.  If any of the above three paragraphs made sense.  I think I am still a bit too blissy to do anything but gush and babble LOL.

And the wax wasn't even really the beginning of it.  Oh, by this stage, Sir had wandered off to bed, leaving Mistress and I to do whatever the heck we were doing.  I think he was in the mood to follow through on gruesome threats to Mistress, but he apparently actually fell asleep before Mistress got to bed, and she wasn't able to wake him up until this morning.

Mistress asked me to lie still and not to move.  I heard her go into the kitchen.  I heard one of the fridge doors open.  I heard the ice bucket move.  Not sure whether it was a feeling of squee or terror or whatever, because by this stage, all sense of emotional understanding of what was going on in my head was out the window, but I had a delicious, maybe manic smile on my face, as I realised with 99% certainty what was going to happen next.

I heard Mistress pad back into the room.  I screwed my eyes up tight, smiled, and tried to prepare myself for what was next.  There is NO WAY you can prepare yourself for the cold after the heat though.  Oh Mi God, was AMAZING though.  She rubbed it all up and down where she had put the wax, as well as above the collar, on my neck and a bit in my hair.  You can't put wax in hair and expect it to have a happy ending lol.  But ice is a different story.  Hot and cold, OMG I so want it again.

Again, with the unexpected spanks from nowhere, with no warning.  With me squirming.  Well, I don't think I had stopped squirming at anything that Mistress was doing, to tell the truth.  She started playing with the ice, dropping it under my stomach, then tickling along my sides - she quickly realised how ticklish I was, and then, as I spread my legs as she worked around my butt again, she dropped it in between there - my legs, not my butt.  She didn't quite make contact with you know where, but she was in a very teasing mood.  Delightful, delicious, de lovely.

She told me to lie still and not move, as she again wandered out of the room to get something else.  This time, either she didn't make a sound or my ability to process what I was hearing was totally scattered - it could very well be either option - and I couldn't figure out what she was going to do next.

She started taking the wax off with some implement.  At first, it was enough for me, the sensation, without trying, or perhaps not being able to process what sort of implement she was using.  It was more than just her fingers, that was for sure.  A bit of the way in, I was thinking it might be tweezers.  And I think I eventually asked her what she was using.

It was a KNIFE.  She knows how much I am curious about knife play, and I didn't think she would do anything along those lines with me, at least, this early into the adventure.  But she said, well, I think I chose the wrong knife to use, it's not working exactly how I want it to - I heard this in amongst the TOTAL BLISS OUT I was having.  Knowing what she was using, knowing that it was what I have been wanting to try for MONTHS, as opposed to just thinking it may be this or that, well, I think she could tell from my body language just how blissy I suddenly was.

And after I knew it was a knife, I started processing the sensations as if an actual cut was just around the corner.  And the endorphins rushing to my head when anything near the feeling of a cut occurred, va va voom indeed.

I came to a while after the knife had stopped cutting or almost cutting me.  Mistress said she had taken off as much wax as she possibly could by this stage, as I swam back to consciousness.  And I got up and gave her one of the hugest hugs I have ever given her.  The whole CFNM thing is - well, I'm not sure whether it is a turn on, but it makes me smile a helluva lot.  I think it makes her smile as well.  I asked whether she was enjoying herself, and she said hell yeah.  I know how much a turn on it is for me being completely under her power, so I dunno whether turn on is the right phrase, but she obviously gets SOMETHING out of having complete power over me.

She told me to assume the position again - laying on my stomach on the couch, that position.  And she started pricking me on my butt.  I cursed the sewing kit, which was still kinda close at hand, as I thought that it was the needles from that.  But again, Mistress confirmed she was still using the knife.  And I went squee back into unconsciousness, though filtering the sensations this time for how deeply the knife was pricking me.

And then she spanked me.  Continuously.  Which woke me up again.  On both butt cheeks, my lower back, and upper legs.  I squirmed the most I had done for the evening at that point, but kept my hands above my head, as I had done for three quarters of the play session.  And I had long before given up the pretence of trying to be quiet.  Was moaning and whimpering, and maybe even the occasional shriek thrown in.  I think Mistress gets off on making me squeal like that as well LOL.  It actually got near to hurting, and, whereas at kink clubs or play dates or whatever, I say safewords or bail out or whatever when pain approaches, with Mistress, I just moaned louder.

Which is how it should be in my mind.  I am hers, to do with as she wishes.  Especially when it comes to kink or sexual activities.  And that's another thing, even though I was filtering all these kinda sorta painful sensations, the hot, cold, the knife and the spanking, I was fucking HARD AS.  As a series of goosebumps just flowed through me with that realisation as I wrote it down.  Being on my stomach for most of the time, it was hidden away from Mistress, but I am sure she picked up on my body language perhaps.  I dunno, it is just somewhat of a surprise that it turned me on so much to keep me aroused for the majority of the time.

Play time was eventually over, and I gave Mistress another of those hugest hugs that I give.  Sweet nothings in her ear, and I think, my memory is a bit hazy by this stage, she was giving some to me in return.  There was no point in getting dressed again, so I slept naked for the first time since I have got here, as she toddled off to bed, hoping to have some quality time with Sir.  I said I guess you don't want a knock on the door later on, and she said no, Sir and her are still trying to sort themselves out, so no in-room voyeurism (or more) for the forseeable future.  Because the endorphins were racing around my head, and we had just shared play time and everything, I put in a suggestion that I wouldn't usually do, for her to be noisy if things did happen.  She said she would take it under consideration.  In the eventuality though, Sir was sleeping like a log, and while I was drifting to sleep at least, nothing happened.

The usual non-kid weekend - yeah, I guess I can start calling it a routine - happened this morning.  Me getting coffee and paper for Mistress (and coffee for Sir), and then curling up on the bedcovers.  Again, Mistress and I discussed the issues of the day in the paper, and again Sir and Mistress engaged in some under the covers action, while I was in the room - no electro zappy today, apparently.

Then Sir asked whether I wanted to join them for their activities for the day, which included a bit of a road trip, and I said yes.  Mistress then said whether I would rather stay at home.  Because she feels she and Sir need some alone time.  I pouted briefly, assented to Mistress' request, and basically fled the room, and kept as much out of their way as I possibly could until they left.  I do try to give them as much space as I possibly can, and only do things with them with their permission - ie, the curling up on bedcovers as world's largest cat routine.  As Mistress said as she was leaving though, I have been getting plenty of alone time with her - or at least, time without Sir around - so she just felt she wanted a day with him today.

Which is reasonable.  When I start work, there will be less non-Sir time, especially with the weekday daytime slots.

And, just because she wants the day to Sir and herself, doesn't mean that the relationship she and I have is any weaker than it was before the topic came up.  And in hindsight, I thought it was funny that Sir asked me along in the first instance.  Obviously the comfort levels between he and I are extremely high at the moment.

Talking of non-Sir time with Mistress, I got a heckuva lot of it yesterday.  Though I don't think cleaning child two's room counts as especially quality.  Well, yeah I guess it was, because it helped Mistress out heaps.  A job that took the two of us two to three hours, if she had been doing it by herself, would have likely taken her all day.  And it likely wouldn't have been completed to the standard the room is currently.  And I always enjoy spending time with The Boss.

So after all the work we had done, we thought we deserved Maccas, which Sir kindly drove us to.  He and Mistress did a bit of shopping then, before he dropped us off for her hair appointment.  I was dropped off as I was going to learn the skills of blow drying hair apparently.  Which didn't actually eventuate, because we ran out of time, or the hairstyle Mistress got wasn't to be blow dried or something, but it was quality time with Mistress and her hairdresser mate.  I hate to admit it, but it felt very much like a day out with the girls hahahaha.  Mistress was happy that I was there.

We then picked the kids up from school, or attempted to, child two had gotten the early bus home.  And it was very much another Responsible Adult moment, wandering through the high school to find child one, while all the kids were streaming out of the place.  And then driving up to drop the kids off for the weekend, and quality time with Mistress on the road trip back.

So yes, I have been getting plenty of quality time with The Boss.  It hasn't been planned out that way, of course, it just seems to happen ad hoc.  Will potter around the house until they get back - oh, and have breakfast or brunch, as Mistress ordered me to.