Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)

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He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”

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Dancing – KOTW – February 16-28

He held her close, swaying in the dark. His hands traveling her body in a beat only they could hear. Kisses sprinkled along her neck and down her back and a trail of fire racing along her skin. Bending forward for him, waiting for it. And the sudden kiss of the flogger adds a different beat, a steady one, as the beating of their hearts. She cries out for him and him alone, a sweet song that they share together.

When he comes to her it is as one heart, one soul and they begin to dance again, bodies writhing, the music rising in them to escape in the only way it can. Fierce kisses silence the music, but only for mere moments before the crescendo builds once more. A gasp here and a cry there and the music fades, but the dance never ends. It will only resume again, another time, another day to the same rhythm as always. Love.

Wicked Wednesday 242 (Follow Your Heart) – Escaping fear

I was afraid to be naked in front of him. I couldn’t do it. But he understood and never once made a fuss or asked me why. He simply let me progress at my own pace. Eventually I was able to relax and shed my clothes, like shedding an extra skin. And he loved all of me.

I was afraid to talk about anything of import for fear of rocking the boat. So he encouraged me gently to open up, without prying, without anger. So eventually I did and my fears of being able to tell him anything gradually decreased. Each conversation improved our relationship. It is a work in progress, but we’re always progressing.

I feared censure because I naturally lean towards being submissive. Despite trying my trying to hide it because of that fear, he discerned it and indulges some of my whims. I’m not made to feel less, just taken care of and loved.

There were so many fears and unknowns that I felt like sometimes I was lost because I was so scared to talk or let him in or even love me. I was convinced that I wasn’t good enough, that I asked too much, that I wanted things in bed that he might find repulsive. Despite each and every one one of those fears, he was with me every step of the way. Encouraging, guiding, catching me when I felt like I was going to fall.

But the decision I made to let him love me…that’s what happens when you follow your heart.

 

 

 

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