Posted by red on January 24th, 2008 in Kink

I remember that night, or more specifically, snapshots of moments from it.

Anna, Ms. Danger and I strolled casually up the stairs. Ms. Danger and I had been here before; Anna had not. There were familiar faces – a lithe dark haired beauty; the cherubic faced man. There were new faces too – we introduced ourselves timidly and sat down.

Ms. Danger let me tie her arms in an arm bind behind her back. Her rope was the deepest grape of colour; her skin so ivory white and buttery. It was a beautiful contrast, and I struggled to maintain a sense of humbleness as I oogled at my handiwork.

I looked over at Anna and saw her breasts exposed, dental floss wrapped around her nipples. The floss was being tugged, her nipples elongating in an attempt to accommodate the tension. Her face spoke volumes – she was heady, she was smiling.

The cherubic faced man and the lithe dark haired beauty bound me over a stool. I recall her commenting to him about being in top space, and I remember thinking that I didn’t understand what that was. I do now, of course.

They spanked me for what felt like an hour. He used his hand; she used a paddle. My breathing got heavy with lust; my head swirled with fuzz and fog. I let myself go and oh, it was good. They took turns striking – each one right at the heels of the other. My body had no time to recoil between blows, but then again, it had no time to want to recoil. The thwapping was so steady and so smooth and so damned enticing…

I remember that night like it was just a little while ago. In actuality, it was a few years back now. I’ve always meant to go back, but I never did. I kept telling myself that I would go nexttimenexttimenexttime…but next time never came.

Now it’s all different – the cherubic faced man no longer attends, Anna is no longer my girlfriend, and Ms. Danger no longer lives in my fair city. I can never go back to what it is in my mind – only to what it is now. Different people, a different place, a different feeling.

Since that night I have learned a sense of humbleness; I no longer oogle at my handiwork. – at least not too blatenetly. And I now understand top space, or rather, I understand what it is to me. Since that night, so much has changed. So much has happened. Nothing is the same – but really, who am I kidding – it would be horrified if it were.

Change is a turn on; growth is an aphrodisiac.

Change is my newest kink.