And they let me handle client accounts !!

This is my entry for the Numpty Awards. I was going to post about toothbrush boy but I think he was the numpty not me!!

Ok, given that I have now been back again to M's house in Cambridge I need to finish up last Saturday night.

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All warm and fluffy. Curled up in his arms. Sooooo romantic…. Oops.. wrong story. (well actually not… but I think I'd be in serious trouble if he knew how I was viewing it!!)

Out of the shower. Hairdryer provided – now come on girls.. how many men do YOU know who own a hairdryer? Prepared for any eventuality. Wrapped in warm towels, soft lighting ... but still this need. To be controlled, helpless. And bless him ... he provides. A little rope work. First the breasts ... then the thighs, then the ankles ... what the hell? Slowly lifting.. (dear reader, please bear in mind that at this stage I was NOT of this planet). Huh... What? I find myself suspended, tied, bound very tightly, but suspended all the same. It is curiously relieving ... there is literally nothing I can do but hang there. I have no wish to be anywhere else, to be anything else other than his toy, his plaything. So there I hang, gently swaying, and not of this world. His smallest caress, his smallest kiss, has an impact like a stone shattering glass. I jerk, desperate for more of his touch, hard or soft, it doesn't matter. I am simply his now. Simple ... ain't it?

Gently, and oh so gently he lets me down ... massages my legs and arms ... a few slaps here don't go amiss. And tells me its time to get ready.

'My dress needs ironing'

'OK'

So – out comes the iron. Being a woman.. I automatically take charge. No chance.

'I'm not having you ruin my slut for the night with shoddy clothing'

Now, I'm a woman, I know how to iron. A Dom doesn't iron? Bullshit. He irons it beautifully. Whilst I, still somewhat dazed, put make up on, do stockings (an absolute pre-requisite with M), and there is the dress ... perfectly ironed. I disappear into the bathroom, only to emerge a little while later. And his gratification is exquisite. This is a man who appreciates the female form. Who understands that it should be adorned. But also who understands that it is just as beautiful unadorned (except for a few well aimed stripes perhaps )

I glance at my watch:

"Oh shit… it's 10:20! At night ... we will never get in the restaurant now"

He says nothing.. picks up the phone and dials the restaurant. I have begged and begged him to tell me where we are going, and still he won't. Worse still, he proceeds to tell the restaurant that it's MY fault that we are late.

(Girls.. please back me up here. It is IMPOSSIBLE to put make up on and get dressed whilst hanging suspended from the ceiling.. yes? – and WHO did the suspending?? I am the innocent party in all this!)

So blushing furiously at his words, and wondering what on earth kind of reception we are going to get at the restaurant, we get in his car and go.

Now, you know that just sometimes, you have one of those evenings when everything goes just right? Perfect?

That night was just such a night. We arrive at the restaurant… it is small, intimate, and as M so eloquently said… I think we lit up the room that night.

The food… the food my lord was exquisite. For once, I wasn't looking at everyone else's plate and bemoaning my choice (I am entirely difficult to feed!). Conversation flowed. We laughed, we talked, we kissed, we held hands ... just the kind of things you see at those chick flics ... except I was starring in my very own chick flic. Oh, and he was quite good company too

So, heady with the romance of the evening (not to mention the wine, and the food), fully satiated we headed home.

Into bed, and curled up in the warmth of his arms and duvets, drifted blissfully off to sleep. Sweet dreams Abi.

Awakened some time in the middle of the night, by some insistent probing. Gradually pulling myself into wakefulness ... but still wanting the oblivion of sleep ...Huh? What? What the fuck??

But then, something extraordinary happens. Something strange, my need, in my sleepy state takes over. Still in a state of half slumber I need what he is giving, what he is taking. That need is suddenly so insistent, a persistent drumming, a throbbing in my cunt, which will not be ignored. The rest is a blur but I remember the building as his cock enters my arse, stretching, insistent, the growing feeling in my belly, the harshness, yet conversely the feeling of being utterly beloved. The thrusting becoming more and more insistent, my bucking against becoming more and more frantic ... until ...

Well ... I blush as a write this ...I have never felt such intensity ... I felt like my insides were falling out ... leaking ... and leaking. And gushing. So much liquid, and still it kept coming, the waves kept rolling over me, not just waves ... tidal waves, the tsunami of orgasms ... flooding everything within reach.

He has since said he thought he'd done some damage. I thought he had too, for about a second. The only damage done was to his beautiful bed, ruined, soaked. But all in a good cause. We snuggle back down on admittedly damp towels on the bed, and drift off again.

The pale dawn wakes us, normality reigns, the night past a dream, a perfect instant, and a never to be forgotten snapshot in both our lives.

EDIT: I MOVED THIS FROM ANOTHER BLOG. ALL REPLIES FROM THERE ARE COPIED BELOW.

ladee-bird pro
2007-06-07 @ 17:45

So good that you went back for more

EnamelSlide pro
2007-06-07 @ 18:33

*fans herself*

Anyone else getting hot flushes?

I want an orgasm like that *crys*

You write so well Abi, i was laughing at most of that. You have a sense of humour and i like that in a lass

Glad the night went so well for you x

faffajane pro
http://faffajane.blog.co.uk/
2007-06-08 @ 09:11

Yes definately a hot flush happening here

Glad the night went so well Abi xx

rowtheboat [Member]
http://rowtheboat.blog.co.uk/
2007-06-07 @ 19:19

I've come like that on occasion. The first time I didn't have a clue what was going on - don't think he did either!

danr2210 [Member]
http://danr2210.blog.uk
2007-06-07 @ 20:35

You know you must be doing something right when you have to wear a wet suit and snorkel in bed.

I usually just have biscuit crumbs on my side of the bed.

TheMusingsOfAMenopausalMama pro
http://theachaprinciple.blog.ca
2007-06-08 @ 01:50

I believe what you are referring to when you were suspended is called "sub-space" a state of mind everywhere but here.

Memee [Member]
http://www.therealkarenopolis.blog.ca
2007-06-08 @ 04:12

lucky bastard...... that is known as 'squirting'..and its rare to achieve!! Lucky..lucky bastard.

K.

Juzzzy pro
http://juzzzy.blog.co.uk
2007-06-08 @ 12:24

*googles "rope shop"*

beautiful_mistake [Member]
2007-06-14 @ 16:28

ooh lala miss abi
thank you 4 letting me read your private posts
im going shopping now

Well as some of know I was spending the night in Cambridge again last night and seeing as how our very own BCUK star Subville lives there we decided to meet today for lunch.

Fanbloodytastic time.

Found her house with no problem and I am in love with the area she lives. It is so quaint. Has all kinds of shops, pubs and winos etc . Seriously though it looks like a cool place to live because everything you need is right there.

So after I got the honor of sitting on the 'hump' couch and seeing the worlds largest kettle we head out to town. (Don't worry Subs I won't say anything about the 'L' plates on the fridge !!)

Now one word of advice for anyone that gets Subs as a passenger. Keep reminding her you don't know where you are. Otherwise she will NOT give you directions and you just have to guess where to go. lol.

After some stunt woman parking we trot off over the cobblestone streets of Cambridge. Bastard cobblestones. *mental note ~ flat shoes next time*

Found a great pub that I get the impression Subs has been to once or twice before. (The bar stool with her name on gave it away )

Ordered food, drinks (non-alcoholic *gasp*) and found a table with oh so comfy chairs.

And we were off ...... dear God we talked and talked and talked. Just when you think you know a person they suprise you and you learn even more. Now, as most of you know I am unshockable and while I do not try to offend with my life I do not hide who I am. Yet I was speechless for a second or three. Our food finally arrives and just as I am about to take a huge bite of the artery clogging burger I hear the conversation form the table next to us.

"Syphalis ...open sores..... head lesions ........."

Subs and I look at each other and she says with a flick of her hand "Med students" like it is the most natural thing in the world to discuss sexually transmitted diseases over a Cajun chicken burger!! lol.

We chatted, giggled, shared serious stuff, shared stupid stuff and just had an all around great lunch.

This is a fab girl and I already knew that from Leeds but now I can honestly with no blogland sugar coating say that she is a FRIEND.

I love meeting people in a more individual setting as you get to concentrate on learning more about them instead of a whole crowd. Does that make sense.

Subsy .... love you bunches and we SHALL make this a regular thing. TWo hours is worth the drive for a friend like you.

Finally I would like to take this moment to thank Cambridge town council for the superb employees they have that do a wonderful job.

Fucking parking ticket !!!!!