by J. M. Witt
I really do feel better. One day at a time, that’s for sure.
Well, I’m grateful to be on the other side of the long process! :)
I had yet to hear from him when I crawled into bed that night. Rolling over after two in the morning, I saw my phone flashing that familiar color letting me know I had email.
TO: [email protected]
12:04 AM
Subject: Re: Thank you
Get the spots cleaned up...? :)
Finally packed. Too much shit kept piling up today and one rather welcomed interruption...
Smiling, I typed my reply.
TO: [email protected]
2:30 AM
Subject: Re: Thank you
Lol. Yes. Though I left another in bed...
I’m glad you took the time to get away. It was great to see you and you’re also a welcome interruption. :)
I did get some writing done, too.
When I got back from dropping the kids off at the bus stop the next morning, I had an email.
TO: [email protected]
8:48 AM
Subject: Re: Thank you
I hope you have an inspired next couple of days of writing.
:)
TO: [email protected]
9:11 AM
Subject: Re: Thank you
I’m being bad and skipping the gym. My back is killing me this morning. It felt fine yesterday, but this morning...No go. Heading to the shower to turn my bathroom into a sauna. Hoping it helps.
I’ll see you in my dreams...until your return.
:)
He was gone. I didn’t hear from him for days. I won’t lie. It sucked. Every morning I hoped to find a surprise email and was let down. Hope was a great thing...sometimes. Other times, hope was a fucking asshole.
The days passed, but I couldn’t say like they normally did. I had a new normal now, one that included Gregor. I wanted to email him every detail about my day, but didn’t want to be a nuisance either. I did my best to keep it to one email per day. Just my way of letting him know he was missed.
TO: [email protected]
9:11 AM
Subject: Daydreaming...Day 2
Just thinking about you and how relaxed you were when I was running my hands all over you...
I look forward to doing it again...
With Todd and Gregor both out of town, it became very evident to me who I missed. Gregor was who I wanted to see most, and who was returning first. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and the things I wanted to do with him, have him do to me. I loved staring in his eyes, whether we were talking or kissing, though he still made me nervous and undid me with his gaze.
I wanted my wrists bound while he ran the soft leather of the flogger over my body, and I imagined the sensations it would cause. Back arching, breasts thrust in the air, and legs clenched as my shoulders shook with the shiver running through me. I imagined being face to face with him with my cuffed wrists around his back or clutching the headboard. He never let up, always giving me more. Each time was better than the last.
Closing my eyes, I squirmed in my seat as the ache from my bruises was nearly gone. And while he gave me more and more, I too wanted to give him more. I wanted, no needed, to fulfill his desires as well. Anytime I got him to moan in pleasure, or sigh, I felt like a queen. I wanted him to claim every part of my body, use me for his pleasure knowing it would also bring me my own. It was like the stars finally aligned and unleashed me from my confines, but bound me to his.
Only a day or two left, depending on how you looked at it. The writing and poetry continuing to flow. I emailed him.
TO: [email protected]
4:49 PM
Subject: Triggers...Day 4
I was standing in line at the store today, waiting to checkout. Observing those around me, the gentleman in front of me was smiling at his phone. I thought of us. He was responding, text or email, I’m not sure. But immediately my mind drifted to you, my Sir, and a poem started rattling off in my head. I was completely distracted checking out and rushed to my car after. I grabbed my phone and started typing a message to myself. Here’s the finished product.
He invades my thoughts when I least expect it
A word, a sound, a song, a look from a stranger
The only trigger needed to make me think of him
That’s when the flutters begin to build again
I need his touch, long for his embrace, crave his kiss
Goosebumps trail my flesh at the thought of him
The pulsing begins and I start to ache for him
Only he will satiate my appetite; blessing and curse
Never have I had such a craving, yet been so sated
He brings me peace, pleasure, and pain
My thoughts are tangled up in him and our story
He’s my muse, my devil, my deliverance
The next afternoon I was cleaning house and finishing laundry when my phone pinged. I may have run to my desk to pull his email up on my laptop.
TO: [email protected]
2:34 PM
Subject: Re: Triggers...Day 4
I have emerged! Heading home. Hope you had a productive weekend after the rough start... :)
He was referring to another email I’d sent after a rough day with the kids.
TO: [email protected]
2:45 PM
Subject: Re: Triggers...Day 4
Ah...he’s alive!
Writing was productive as I’m sure you read below.
Talk soon...
I kept it brief, not wanting to overload him. Later the next morning he emailed again and had me laughing.
TO: [email protected]
11:18 AM
Subject: Re: Triggers...Day 4
I hate coming back from long trips to a loaded SPAM folder...
According to my SPAM I have major ED issues, a small penis, and I’m overweight, yet there are still HUNDREDS of gorgeous, horny housewives that are just dying to fuck me.
TO: [email protected]
11:23 AM
Subject: Re: Triggers...Day 4
Lol. Well I keep getting offers on KinkyFodder from other ‘Sirs’ and emails for Russian housewives. Apparently I need a wife and another Dom. LOL.
However, I AM dying to fuck you...if that counts and I’m technically a housewife. Gorgeous, depends on the day! Lol
I didn’t get a response until later in the evening. He was headed out of town again and I probably wouldn’t see him until the next week, if I was lucky. Todd would be home Friday, after three weeks. The kids were ecstatic to see him. I didn’t know what I was.
TO: [email protected]
12:33 AM
Subject: Midnight inspiration
Will you use me up or fill my cup
Take everything I give and empty me out
You give me more but will it be enough
Sinking into you but don’t let me drown
Wielder of paddles and master of pleasure
My scars are hidden but your eyes see
Chew me up and let me inside you
Show me your secrets and your rock bottom
In the dark of night you’re my midnight lover
Imprinted on me but will you forget me
Lay me down and love me with your pain
Any way you want but I’ll never run away
TO: [email protected]
12:35 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
I need a long massage. Just got to my hotel.
TO: [email protected]
12:37 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
I’d love nothing more than to give you one...
I’ll be around when you get back...but you can’t mark me until next week.
I went to bed and it happened yet again. Bolted awake by nothing, I checked my phone as his email came through.
TO: meredith@
meredithedits.com
1:35 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
HTF am I going to mark you if you’re giving me a massage...?
I’m getting ready to jerk off to thoughts of you rubbing my chest and back. I will probably fall asleep long before I come.
TO: [email protected]
1:37 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
I’m cracking up at your response about marking me. You’re creative and I’m sure you’d find a way!
Wish I was there so I could stroke maximus for you.
Now all I can think about is rubbing and stroking you. So tempted to call you and let you whisper me back to sleep, telling me what other images you think about involving me and you...
Sweet dreams, Sir...
When I got out of the gym the next morning I had a response waiting for me.
TO: [email protected]
9:49 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
I was asleep shortly after. Cum soaked towel on my chest... :)
Put a massage table in your office.
If only it was that easy! I typed my reply.
TO: [email protected]
10:37 AM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
What was that about prudence and desire?! Sigh. You can sit between my legs in the back of your truck while I work my magic. God, I want my hands on you and vice versa...
I’m so fucking horny...
Devil...
It’s your fault...
I was finalizing some details for the upcoming PTA fundraiser when his email came in.
TO: [email protected]
2:34 PM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
Side business for you. That way it won’t look out of the ordinary when I come over for a massage and THEN paddle you...
TO: [email protected]
2:37 PM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
LMAO. You’re killing me. I take it you enjoy my massages. :)
My desk is big enough...just need to clear off my laptop...dirty, dirty thoughts...
I snorted at his reply.
TO: [email protected]
2:42 PM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
Might be big enough, but hardly will create the illusion of a viable massage business... :)
TO: [email protected]
2:45 PM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
LOL. Sigh.
So, when am I giving you that massage?! :)
TO: [email protected]
2:49 PM
Subject: Re: Midnight inspiration
Tomorrow won’t work. Conference calls, training, kids, etc. With not enough time in between for a proper massage...
I got swamped with emails, phone calls, kids, and everything else and wasn’t able to reply right away.
TO: [email protected]
4:49 PM
Subject: a bit of writing...
I’m around next week...you have my contact info. Lol
Little more poetry...
Fade into him and let us begin
Our consenting cat and mouse game
The sting of his belt
The whip of his flogger
The smack of his paddle
The caress of his hand
Their signature now adorns me
Molding my skin and mending my soul
His fingers tickle them
His teeth taunt them
His tongue soothes them
His lips kiss them
Time passes and they vanish
The craving for more a persistent yearning
I want the welts
I need the pain
I want the bruises
I need the reminder
That he is real and I’m alive
And for a moment he was mine
His response came after the kids were in bed. My mission partially accomplished...distracting him.
TO: [email protected]
8:09 PM
Subject: Re: a bit of writing...
I’m working out while watching political news. Sweaty. Muscles hard. Heavy breathing. Mind is in three places.
Politics
Fitness
Flogging you.
I enjoyed this game way too much.
TO: [email protected]
8:11 PM
Subject: Re: a bit of writing...
You’re seriously killing me...I’m a horny hormonal mess. I need your kind of pain...
Was sitting here daydreaming about our night away...sleeping (barely) next to you, kissing you, riding you, massaging you, biting you, licking you, sucking you...
This was the part of the game I hated. I didn’t hear back until the morning.
TO: [email protected]
6:53 AM
Subject: Re: a bit of writing...
What did that lead to...? :)
TO: [email protected]
7:01 AM
Subject: Re: a bit of writing...
Taking matters into my own hands at bedtime, but I’m still aching...
Turned on some music, then ran my fingers over my neck, chest, stomach, imagining it was your hands I was feeling. Dreaming of the flogger dragging over my body and lashing out. Cupping myself the way you do. My clit pulsing away, dying for your touch. The way you lick, caress, fondle, tease, fuck. It didn’t take long, but it wasn’t enough. I want it to be controlled and delivered by you...
I got the kids to school, headed to the gym and got home to shower. I had a ton of errands to run and I knew he was busy all day as well. I was finally able to respond later in the day to his mid-morning email and then had to finish up a few more things around the house before the kids got home.
TO: [email protected]
10:53 AM
Subject: Re: a bit of writing...
Just finished with some BS conference call.
Thinking other things at this point... :)
TO: [email protected]
2:25 PM
Subject: I want to be flogged
Keep thinking about leather floggers and my Sir.
Hope you’re having a good day.
The emails continued as they always did over the next couple days. Todd was coming home and my nerves were shot. We hadn’t talked much while he was gone and I didn’t know what to expect. The only thing I did know was that he’d be home long enough to fuck with our routine, theirs mostly. He liked to let them stay up late. I’d learned early on my kids thrived on their routine, strict as it was, it made us all happier. Getting the kids back on track Monday would be a pain in the ass.
TO: [email protected]
10:53 AM
Subject: Re: I want to be flogged
Saw you at parent teacher conferences. How’d it go? All glowing reports here.
This day started as a clusterfuck and hasn’t improved much since...
Do you need a stern paddling to destress and refocus...? :)
TO: [email protected]
11:17 AM
Subject: Yes, Sir. May I have another...?
Sounds like we both need some us time.
Hope your day improves. Of course you saw me at conferences. Stalker!
My bruises from last week are fully gone. I need more, but it’ll have to wait.
Need your hands in my hair, on my neck, and all over my ass... :)
Again, he was silent until that night. Todd was now home, but had already gone to bed. We’d barely talked, him just admitting he was exhausted and needed sleep.
TO: [email protected]
10:02 PM
Subject: Re: I want to be flogged
You should see if you can get away for a night before the Holidays...
The Holidays were over two months away. What happened to one day at a time? I wa
s slightly panicked, yet exhilarated at the thought of him planning so far ahead. I fell just a little further down the rabbit hole.
Two months.
I had a feeling he had no intention of letting me go and I knew that I felt the same way.
Chapter Twenty-Six
FALLING
TO: [email protected]
10:11 PM
Subject: Mistletoe
Give me a window. I’ll see what I can do... :)
You going to kiss me and flog me under the mistletoe?!
I went to bed that night listening to music, many songs and artists I’d never heard of. And that is typically how I found some of my favorite songs. I loved my Top 40, but new and unexposed indie artists were the ones with the songs that really pulled at my heartstrings.
TO: [email protected]
7:51 AM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
If there is mistletoe in a hotel – it will probably be in the lobby... :)
Laughing, I began.
TO: [email protected]
7:56 AM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
Well that could be some added excitement for the other guests. Lol.
Give me dates and I’ll see what I can work out with the schedules. He’ll be home, which makes some things more difficult than others...
When his reply came, he had me laughing again, never missing a beat.
TO: [email protected]
9:55 AM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
I will be forecasting the rest of the year next week and will let you know.
A little lobby BDSM extravaganza for the guests...? Guess it depends on how the GM of the property bends... :)
May have to buy a red flogger for the holiday season.