Escape?

13 Feb

i think Sir has been trying to figure out what to do when we’re in Very-Far-Away and He doesn’t have the tether to, um, tether me to.  He was saying He could tether me to a chair, but then when i get up before Him {which i will} i’ll have to drag the chair around behind me, and i think He’s discarded that idea.

i think He would prefer to take the tether with us ~ don’t laugh ~ but it just weighs too much.   i can tell it’s on His mind though.

Last night, we were talking about things we would ~ or wouldn’t ~ want to do.  Sky diving came up, and i conceded that i probably wouldn’t actually go sky-diving at this point in my life.  On the other hand, i said, i love para-sailing and would be delighted to do it again.

He was asking me all kinds of questions about it ~ how it works, and what it’s like ~ and i describe taking off from the boat, slowly rising in the air.  i’m raving about the pleasure of soaring through the sky “like flying,” and He points out that “really, you are flying!” 

Then He adds, “And of course, you’re one of your other favorite things too.” He grins.  “Tethered.  Aren’t you?”

i laugh, i had not thought of it that way, but yes.  i am.  Floating in the clouds, safely tethered to the boat.  Sort of an analogy for our relationship too.

Later last night, He comes to tuck me in bed.  i start to offer my ankle, but He shakes His head.  “No, we’re going to try something a little bit different tonight.”

He takes my wrists and ties them together.  Palms facing each other, He loops the rope around my wrists snugly and ties it in a series of decorative knots.

“But…” i start to protest.

“Is there a problem?” He says.

“Well, i ~” i want to say, “Yes!  You just tied my hands together!”  But the words die away.  “Well,” i finally manage, “i won’t be able to type in the morning.  That will be sad.”

He nods.  “But that’s not a problem right now, is it?”

“No, Sir”

“Then you can let me know when it’s a problem.”

“So i can wake you up when i get up?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to wake me up the second you get out of bed, no,” He says.  “But you can wake me up if there’s a problem.”

He kisses and strokes me for a bit, and starts to walk away.  Suddenly, it strikes me ~ o, no ~   “Sir ~” i say, “Wait, no, yes, there will be a problem right away.”

Patiently, He says, “What?”

“My robe!  i can’t put my robe on with my hands tied together!”

He smiles.  You know the smile.  “Hmmmm,” He says.  “That will be tough.  Wake me up for that, i want to watch you try.”

“Sir!  i can’t!  How can i put it on??”

“I guess you’ll just have to drape it over your shoulders,” He says.  “That’s the part i want to watch.”

Resigned, “Yes, Sir,”  i start to pull the covers over my shoulder ~ and can’t.  Try again from a different angle.  Nope.  And again.  No.  i can’t.  i just can’t get hold of the sheet to pull it up.

He’s watching.  “Is there a problem now?” 

“Yes, Sir.  Would you please fix the sheet for me, please?”  And He does.

Hmpf, i think.  He’ll be sorry when i have to wake Him up in the middle of the night to cover me.  But i fall asleep just fine, hands tucked up under my chin.

At some point in the night, i half-wake up and realize i have wiggled the rope loose.  One hand is out.  

Ooops.

With one hand out, the other one is not actually tied either, and the rope just slides off.  Hmmm.  

O, well.  

i just hope He understands ~ i was NOT trying to escape, and i did NOT do it on purpose.  No, the cats didn’t do it either, not this time.   It just happened.

Jz understands, right??

And i’m sure He’ll come up with some other idea…

12 Responses to “Escape?”

  1. sirqsmlb February 13, 2013 at 8:46 am #

    Wow, I love that he is working on finding ways to help you stay in-touch with your submission, with grounding/tethering you to that place – even while away. I look forward to hearing his next idea…

    So glad you’re not trying to blame this one on the cats, when it was clearly the sandman who untied it 😉

    hugs,
    fiona

    • aisha February 14, 2013 at 12:17 pm #

      Thanks fiona – he is working on that, isn’t he – and no telling what will be next!!

  2. joeyred51 February 13, 2013 at 8:54 am #

    Very hot. Thanks for sharing.

    • aisha February 14, 2013 at 12:17 pm #

      Thanks, joeyred51 – it is hot for me too!

  3. ewoman88 February 13, 2013 at 9:17 am #

    I love the idea of being tethered/grounded, its not practical at the moment with me getting up at all hours with the baby, but maybe in several months or so…

    • aisha February 14, 2013 at 12:18 pm #

      Hey, ewoman! i hope you can get those needs met in a few months! That baby sure is adorable.

  4. dancingbarez February 13, 2013 at 9:36 am #

    Were you dissapointed when you realized your hand was free? Your sir is very inventine, he is sure to come up woth something while you are on vacation.

    • aisha February 14, 2013 at 1:10 pm #

      Hey, dancingbarez – another amazingly astute comment, because yes, for a second there, right before i slipped my other hand out, i really was. Funny.

  5. faithful February 13, 2013 at 2:13 pm #

    I would have so blamed it on the cats!!!

    It is so wonderful to see the humorous side of your Sir , through your eyes.

    Simply magical.

    ~faithful

  6. Turiya February 13, 2013 at 2:28 pm #

    Oh I love, love, love parasailing! I would love to be able to do it again. I used to go with a friend of mine when I was a teen. We had so much fun together.

    And I’ve had ropes come loose in the night too. Ugh, not fun.

    *hugs*

    Turiya

  7. Jz February 13, 2013 at 5:49 pm #

    Jz (Daughter of Houdini) understands completely.
    We cannot help our innate skills… 😉

    Yy

  8. Wordwytch February 15, 2013 at 10:50 pm #

    Damn, and you couldn’t even blame the cat on the rope being loose.

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