We’re driving down the road, on our way to watch a basketball game with some friends. i’m driving, mostly because He wants me to, but partly because i know short cuts to avoid the inevitable traffic on the way.
So i’m winding my way through the shortcuts, and Sir says, sounding surprised, “You’ve got me totally lost ~ I have no idea where I am,” and then, a bit dismayed, “I’m at your mercy here.”
i say, “O, my, that’s got to be ~” and He says, in the same moment, “That is NOT a comfortable feeling for me!” Which makes me laugh, and He does too, and in a minute or two, i turn a corner and He knows where we are again. Whew!
Later, at home, after an emotionally exhausting game, He is playing with my nipples. i use the term “playing” loosely. He’s pulling on them… pulling… pulling… i’m whimpering… And when He stops, it is as if He leaves trails of pain. My nipples are still throbbing, as if the pain echoes through them, over and over.
Still later, He holds my left nipple between His thumb and middle finger. “This is going to hurt,” He says. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, a bit tremulous. He has not done this in a long time. i know what’s coming.
“It’ll just hurt for a minute,” He says.
“A minute?” i ask, “A whole MINUTE? That’s a long time!”
and He smiles, “No, that’s right, not a whole minute. It’ll just hurt for a moment. But it’s gonna hurt.”
“i know. i remember.”
He does it then, right then, i’m not even sure how He does it, what He does, all i know is that it hurts, omg, it hurts ~ i squeal ~ and then it’s over.
Ooooo. i’m glad it’s over. But.
“Now, when I used to do this before,” He says, “You were always real worried about it being *even.* Wanting both nipples to feel the same. Are you still concerned about that? Do I need to go ahead and do the right nipple?”
“No, Sir,” i’m quick to respond, “No, Sir, i’m fine with them being uneven, no need to do the other one.”
He nods, looks thoughtful, “Then you’re ok if I go ahead and do the same one again, right? You don’t mind that.”
“O! No, Sir, um, no, wait, i was wrong, i thought ~ no, i do want them even, i don’t want you to do the same one again.”
He smiles, “So you WANT me to do the right one? Is that right?”
Caught, trapped by my own words. “Yes, Sir,” but it’s a whisper, “i guess i do…”
He nods, “Ok, then, since you ask so nicely,” and He grasps the right nipple…