That’s right, i am an attention slut. i fully own that – revel in it actually. My body craves caresses; i love being stroked and patted and smacked on the butt. You may have guessed that about me. And maybe it’s just another sub trait. But today –
My kitchen is filled with the scent of roses, and my body is still tingling. The roses traveled better than i expected, carry-on luggage, wrapped in a wet washcloth. My body –
O, my…
My body’s been rubbed and polished til i feel like i shine. He stroked my mind too, while He stroked my pussy, probed my head and heart as thoroughly as the wetness between my thighs. Caressed me with His words as He cruelly tugged and pinched my nipples.
But let me go back – back to Friday morning, back when i thought i was almost ready to get dressed. Complacently thinking i had plenty of time, i got an IM from Him.
“Do you have a blouse that’s low cut and buttons down the front?” He asks.
i have to run check, but i discover, yes, i do.
“Wear it,” He say. “No bra.”
“No bra?” i’m appalled. “But – but…” i try to talk Him out of it. After all, i have a new bra for the occasion – it’s really cute – puh-leeeeese – i’ll look soooooooo much better.
He is unmoved. No bra.
So then i have to scramble around and find something to wear over the blouse that still opens in front but covers the fact that i’m not wearing a bra. Trying on outfits, running up and downstairs – no time to be nervous.
At last i find something that works reasonably well. There is a moment of anxiety at the security gate when i think they might make me take the jacket off, but it passes.
So i get on the plane in my short black skirt, blouse, and jacket. O, and my off-black thigh hi’s. Yep, that’s it. i snatched up a long shawl – a cape-like thing – at the last minute in case i needed to cover myself.
Sigh.
That seems so long ago, when i was still nervous, not sure if the trip was a mistake.
Now, i would not trade a minute of it for anything. Not the anxious rush to find the clothes He wants me to wear. Not the moment in the restaurant when He lifts my skirt, casually rubbing my bare ass. Not the moments in the parking garage –
After the airport, on the way to a restaurant – He pulls into a parking garage. i know what He is doing. He had warned me. But i had not been sure He meant it. Now, i see that He does.
He pulls into a dark corner of the garage – the overhead light is out. There are no cars parked around our space. He turns to me – “I want you to get out, and meet me in the back seat. Can you do that?”
i nod. Yes.
The back seat is almost big enough for me to stand upright, He’s sitting of course. He puts a sunscreen over the side window so .passing cars can’t see in. He directs me to straddle Him. i obey, legs stretched open over His lap.
He kisses me – many times we kiss – gently, tenderly, deeply, passionately – til i am warm and comfortable and happily turned on – and then –
“I want you to take your clothes off, and lay over my lap,” He says.
My breath catches – O – He had told me He would do this, but – o, my – but – “Really?” i say.
He smiles, but o, yes, He is quite sure.
And i do. You knew i would – He knew i would – and i do, i take my clothes off – well, my skirt and blouse, He lets me leave the thigh hi’s.
I want your head here,” He gestures, “and your ass here. i want to be able to reach your ass.”
And i catch my breath – and for just a moment, i wonder if i’m insane – if i’ve totally lost my mind – and then –
i do it, i lay my body along the seat of the car, draped over His lap. His thigh presses against my pussy, raises my ass. He rubs it, gently caresses –
i sigh into it – it seems like so long since i’ve been touched like this – patted, petted, and stroked. His hands are large, one hand almost covers a butt cheek – he strokes and rubs – and then –
– i feel his hand raise, sense it – wait for it –
WHACK! He brings it down on my butt.
Mmmmpf.
And again. O, my.
And again.
He pauses to rub and caress, then His hand falls again, stinging, heating my skin, making me cry out, making me moan.
“Yes, that’s good,” He says. “You can make noise here, spanking’s too loud for a hotel room.”
And i know – lying there across His lap, naked in the back seat of an SUV, i know i’m in the right place. i know this is just the beginning of a weekend of heaven for an attention slut.
So i’m changing what i call Him. He’s not BR anymore – that was kind of a private joke anyhow, probably amusing only to me. A while back, He commented on my blog, and He called Himself, “Master of the Revels.” It’s the perfect name for Him, so from now on, that’s who He is. MoR for short.
Anyhow – i’m way behind on answering comments on the blog, and reading OP’s blogs, cause i really spent the whole weekend naked with Him and we had lots of other things to do, some of which i’ll tell you later. And i’ll catch up on everything as soon as i can…
Hopefully i can do that while the endorphins He stocked me with are still filling my body with warm, fuzzy feelings…