i Needed That…

26 Feb

My Sir has been working every day for three weeks.   Not just a little bit, but long hours every day.  Yesterday was not an exception.

So it was after 7:00 when He got to my house.  i had cooked ~ pasta, which is what He’d asked for, even though it’s not on my diet.  But i made eggplant parmesan, following the recipe that is on my diet, for me.  

i used the same sauce for both, starting with a tomato-basil-garlic jar of sauce, and adding sautéed mushroom, onion, and meatless meat.   The eggplant was done, and i let the sauce for His pasta simmer while i waited for HIm.  Then it took just a few minutes to cook the pasta ~ angel hair.

We had a small side salad.  i had gotten some fancy, organic thousand island dressing, which is what He likes, but forgot to ask Him if it tasted any better than regular.

i made some chocolate covered strawberries, which He likes a lot,  for dessert.

i burnt the first piece of garlic bread i put in the oven ~ just got sidetracked and forgot about it ~ but threw in another piece and managed not to burn it.

When cooking is part of my service to Sir, i’m a little awkward with it.  Christmas dinner for 15 takes about the same amount of fussing, in my mind anyhow.  Fretting about whether or not He’ll mind fake meat, whether or not i should get whole wheat pasta, forgetting to put the wax paper on the plate before i do the  strawberries, and feeling upset because they’re going to stick to the plate….

… most of which are things that He’s not going to notice or care much about.


But there is pleasure in it too, even in the fussing over it.  Not as much pleasure as there is in, um, cock worship,  for example, right?  Probably not as much pleasure for either of us.  But still.

He is tired, and is not eating well, and wanted pasta, and it is my pleasure to provide what He wants and needs in a way that pleases.

After dinner. after dessert, we sit in the living room.  i start a fire in the fireplace, and sit at His feet.  

He puts a collar on me, the one with the padlock.  i love the sound of the lock clicking closed.  

He removes my shirt.

He plays with my nipples, teasing and tweaking til they are tender, a little sore.  

He shows me a new knot He’s learned ~  tying my wrists, the rope encircles my wrist, and wraps around my hand.  He ties it so there’s a knot in the palm of my hand so that ~

~ when He has led me to the door, and my arms are pulled high, suspended over my head, there is a knot for me to hold on to.  It is comforting as He exposes my ass,

and begins to spank, quickly turning it pink with His hand.  

Then the flogger…

And then the spoon.  The heavy wooden spoon that lands with a THWACK, leaves a stinging tingle and a red circle…

followed by the rope ~ ah!  O, it stings and burns… and while He’s doing it, He’s pinching a nipple ~ well, and doing that when He was using the spoon too,

so i am turned on and gasping from pleasure and pain.  Whimpering.  When His hand probes between my legs, i am so wet, it makes Him smile.

“Yes,” He says, “Good.  Good girl.”

And when He unties me, leads me to His workbench, bends me over it, fastening my hands so i am draped, head down, almost on my toes…

and His hands probe and rub, caress until i’m cumming, cumming so hard i ~

am embarrassed to tell you about the puddle i leave on the floor under me.  Yikes.

And then He unties me and takes me to bed.

He spends the night, next to me, i can feel Him behind me, and around me.

i sleep with my collar, and when i half-wake in the night, i feel the padlock, resting heavy in the hollow just under my throat.

12 Responses to “i Needed That…”

  1. Spanky February 26, 2012 at 8:17 am #

    Very erotic! Nicely done.

    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:31 pm #

      Thanks, Spanky – for reading, and for commenting!


  2. alice February 26, 2012 at 9:16 am #

    I can feel the transition in this post from your nerves about getting things “right” with the cooking, to the release of just “being” when He has you collared and bound. Yet in both situations you are giving Him exactly what He needs and wants. It makes complete sense. Alice.

    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:33 pm #


      And it’s funny, cause i hadn’t even thought of it that way, i was just writing what happened, but o, gosh you’re so right.



  3. mouse February 26, 2012 at 11:49 am #

    Sounds like a wonderful evening…oh and mouse obsesses totally over dinner for O. EVERY meal. It’s the absolutely least mouse can do is have a nice meal waiting for him. So mouse obsesses over the details…


    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:34 pm #

      Dear Mouse,

      If i had to feel that way every night, i think i might lose my mind. You are amazing.



  4. jade February 26, 2012 at 12:38 pm #

    (smiles) i understand the fussing over cooking details. But then i remind myself that i’m *Italian dammit* and i can DO this with grace. i light a candle in the kitchen, deliberately slow down, and enjoy what i am doing because i swear the sauce knows when we have love or joy in the making of it.

    i find myself nodding in rememberance of reaching up to touch the heavy lock on my first collar, so very many years ago. It does something so profound that words cannot quite explain.

    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:35 pm #


      O that’s right! Where were you last night when i needed the reminder????

      And yes. The collar thing is deep.



  5. vanillamom February 26, 2012 at 1:00 pm #

    oh wow wow wow.. what a wonderful testament to active submission. and a beautiful love story too. am at sb w the M awaiting our time …. 🙂


    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:36 pm #

      Thank you, ‘Nilla,

      Totally hoping your time tonight is absolutely everything you need.



  6. smilingsoul February 26, 2012 at 2:09 pm #

    Such a wonderful feeling of bliss and contentment. I know that feeling and joy. Everything is right because it was right for Him.

    • aisha February 26, 2012 at 6:36 pm #

      Thank you, Smiling soul, Yes, i think you’re right…



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