Good Times…

13 Nov

The first instructions He sends me say that we’ll be having a light meal out somewhere.  He adds:  

Dress comfortably sexy – buttons if possible – and I’m telling you to bring the phallus but also telling you not to forget to bring the phallus.

The Phallus, of course, should be capitalized.  It is:

The last time He’d told me to bring it, i’d forgotten.  He’d waived punishment then.

This time i put it in my car right away.

My next instructions come at 5:30 ~ i’m to leave the house about 6:00 and drive to the Starbucks near His house ~ yes, the one where He had me take pictures of my panties in the bathroom that first time i went to His house.  i feel like that Starbucks and i are old friends.

He says i should be there by 6:45.  If i want coffee, i may get a cup, and should get there a few minutes early.  Further instructions will be given after i get there.

i recently bought a couple of blouses that button, not expensive ones, there’s an outlet place near me where i can find stuff cheap, so the only clothing dilemma is which one to wear.   Well, and jeans or black jeans.

After changing back and forth a couple of times, i finally settle on one blouse, straight leg jeans, and my black boots with the open toe.  i’m out the door by 6:10, pleased that The Phallus is already in the car.

i find Starbucks ok ~ yay!  

Driving fast ~ eight minutes to spare~ get a skinny vanilla latte ~ yay!

And settle to wait.   i’m sitting near a family with a child about six or seven years old who chants nonsense syllables in a loud sing-song voice while his family watches him.   It’s fairly distracting, wondering if he’s autistic or developmentally delayed or just obnoxious.  Speculating a little about how the family keeps from losing their little minds, and watching the mother’s occasional meek effort to quiet him.

At exactly 6:45, i get a text message ~ be there in 2 minutes.

Then ~ follow me.

Quickly, i text back ~ it should have said Yes, Sir, but i’m afraid i just say K ~

cause i’m heading to my car fast.

i’m relieved to see Him pull in, and i manage to follow Him down the road a piece ~

to a restaurant,

~~ where we have a lovely, perfectly vanilla dinner.

IF one can have a perfectly vanilla dinner, knowing The Phallus is in the car.  

Afterwards, i follow Him to his house ~ He takes a back way, cutting through neighborhoods. “Don’t even try to remember this in the dark,” He says.  

So i don’t worry about paying attention, i just relax and follow Him, and isn’t that a nice way to travel?

i’m even more relaxed a while later.  My ass is red and tingly, my respect for canes greater than ever.  

He lays me down on His coffee table.  He’s covered it with a towel, even folding it at one end so i have a tiny pillow.

i’m not covered at all, as He lays me down on my back, spreads my legs so i’m straddling the table, and fastens each ankle cuff to a table leg.  He clips my wrist cuffs together, pulls them up over my head, and ties them in position.

He stands back to admire His handiwork.  “I thought this table would be about right for you,” He says.

Securely fastened, open and vulnerable.   Clearly, i’m not going anywhere for a while.

“Now,” He says, settling Himself comfortably on the couch.  One hand fastens on a nipple, the other probes between my legs.  “Tell me more about this fantasy you wrote about ~ “‘Nella,” right?  What do you think that meant?  What did you like about that?” 

“O!  O ~ um, i don’t know, um…” i’m not very articulate.

“That’s ok,” He says.  His fingers pinch the nipple, a thumb brushes my clit and i whimper.  “Take your time,” He says.  “I’m just curious.  What do you think Sigmund would say about that?”


Laughing ~~

~~ and that’s just the beginning of a very fun evening.  It ends with us falling asleep on His couch, and me running late this morning ~ go figure.

22 Responses to “Good Times…”

  1. sin November 13, 2011 at 8:10 am #

    I drink skinny vanilla latté as well. Yum. Now I want one. Is it obnoxious to wish people wouldn’t bring annoying kids to Starbucks? If I’m paying that much for a coffee in a paper cup I’d really like to just sit and enjoy it.

    I like how He doles out the instructions one tiny piece at a time.

    And what do you suppose Sigmund would say about your Nella story? That maybe you wish it had happened? That you like that kind of sexual humiliation? Hmmmm… ?

    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 7:50 pm #


      Thanks for commenting! {grinning….}

      No, I agree about Starbucks, if I’d been there for the coffee, i’d have been super annoyed and would have moved to the other side of the place and hoped I couldn’t hear him from there. As it was, I knew it was temporary and I could watch and be bemused.

      And I don’t know what frigging Sigmund would say – lol. Sir pointed out when I first sent it to him that it had exciting energy in it, and of course it does. I think it was a combination of things – I might blog about that tomorrow, unless i think of something better between now and then.


  2. ahiddenslave November 13, 2011 at 8:24 am #

    hmmm. I cant wait to hear the next bit aisha..It sounds as if he has got you down to a T, knows which buttons to press, how to excite you. i am so pleased that you so so happy and you are getting every bit of happiness that you deserve. lots of hugs and happiness.

    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 7:52 pm #

      Dear Hs,

      And I’m just so happy to see you commenting on here, I do a little dance of joy every time I see your name pop up!

      Thanks so much for being happy for me, I am really happy, and think He does know exactly what He’s doing with me…

      Sigh of contentment…



  3. greengirl November 13, 2011 at 8:40 am #

    So – were you able to tell him??? I have the hardest time with that, as long as i’ve known my husband and as much as i know he wants to hear my fantasies, and will not think less of me no matter what – i still have a really tough time. You’ve got something really good going on here.

    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 7:57 pm #


      Omigosh, i really do, don’t i?? Have something good going on here… in a for-real kind of way.

      You know, I’d already written the fantasy and sent it to him – it’s not really a “fantasy” – it was just a reaction to people commenting that he should have spanked me when ‘Nilla was here, and her saying she should have gone for a walk, and i just got this little story in my head…

      I think i’ll blog tomorrow about what i told him and what Sigmund would have said, right?

      I’m really loving reading your blog – still thinking about what I have to say on your most recent post.


  4. Striving for Peace November 13, 2011 at 8:42 am #

    a very demented psychologists couch he has there

    love it

    love this



    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 7:58 pm #



      Omigod, you’re sooo right!



  5. Faithful November 13, 2011 at 9:58 am #

    one should not read this as she is about to run in a 10K race this morning.. but I couldn’t resist signing on to see how your night went.

    i know where my mind will be at about Mile 5 🙂


    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 8:03 pm #


      Hope the race went well! Thanks for thinking about me…


  6. nancy November 13, 2011 at 11:14 am #

    Lovely~! I do like the teasing way he gives you a tiny bit of information at a time.
    I’m glad you can relax and enjoy each bit.
    Starbucks and children..= not so good~
    I’m glad you had such a good time.. that table sounds very hot.!

    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 8:04 pm #


      Smiling… yeah, me too. And the table was – o, so nice….



  7. Faithful November 13, 2011 at 1:54 pm #

    10K- 59:25:18- 9:34 minute miles

    Thanks for the inspiration today!

    btw- what happended with the Phallus?


    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 8:05 pm #

      @Faithful –

      O, AWESOME! I didn’t realize – I answered your first response and hadn’t seen this one. Way to go!!

      The Phallus, um, The Phallus was used to good effect. So to speak. If you know what i mean…



  8. Bill November 13, 2011 at 1:59 pm #

    Glad you had a good time and just because I’m the curious sort, how about a picture of the table, might need to look for something like that!

    • aisha November 13, 2011 at 8:09 pm #

      Thanks, Bill.

      Um, it’s just a coffee table. Actually, he’d started to refinish it, so it’s stripped, but He stopped there. I’ll post a pic in the a.m….

      laughing…i think you two need something like it. It worked extraordinarily well.


  9. Sky November 13, 2011 at 10:41 pm #

    Sounds like a fun night. Every time I see that “rammer” I shudder. Lol.

    You and your Sir sound so perfect together. I’m happy for you 🙂

    Take care. Sky

    • aisha November 14, 2011 at 7:05 am #



      Um, wielded carefully, that rammer is, um, a delight. Just saying… 🙂


  10. vanillamom November 13, 2011 at 10:55 pm #

    i read this this morning when wife was kinda hovering…then when she and kiddos were out, i too was out.

    i will tell you…i thought of this all day off and on.

    it’s a delightful peek behind the curtains…a sweet and lovely insight.

    and…i grin everytime i think of ya’ll callin’ that …that…thing…”The Phallus”…it totally cracks me the fuck up.

    dunno, but you know me and my wackadoo humor.

    love the imagery of you on the coffee table, Him looking down at you, and saying in that way…he thought it would fit you…oh, aaahhh…(and of course, i could *hear* his voice saying it….)

    for me, this was a delight, and i’m sorry it took so damned long to respond…thanks for sharing…

    as my Master sez… “wunnerful ah wunnerful”…(aka Lawrence Welk)


    • aisha November 14, 2011 at 7:13 am #

      Dear ‘Nilla,

      Whether you’re the first comment or the last, i love reading what you have to say!

      Um, glad you enjoyed it the imagery.

      Just curious, what would you call The Phallus? laughing….

      And Lawrence Welk, good grief, that dates us. I bet you don’t even remember him., young thing that you are.



      • vanillamom November 14, 2011 at 12:19 pm #

        um…little dickey seems a bit of a misnomer, doesn’t it?

        how about the OMFG? (the first part sounds…yanno…like ‘ooommmm’ the chant? and the FG?

        Well, it’s just that Fuckin’ Good, isn’t it?



      • aisha November 14, 2011 at 7:51 pm #

        LOL – great suggestion!!


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