with sofia and nilla.
Wow… seems like so much longer.
Vanilla life just takes over!
Well…I had a couple of memories I wanted to
capture so I can go back and remember…later.
So, Saturday night (last Saturday night)
after we had been to the music festival all day,
we got dinner from an off-the-chain-amazing restaurant
and brought it home to eat.
We sat in the kitchen and checked in with our families,
brewed some tea (oh…nilla is a total tea aficionado!)
and chilled out for a bit.
When sofia's Sir came home,
we all got our food and sat at the dining room table
and ate a great meal.
We also commenced an evening of wonderful conversation.
It is so
refreshing liberating to be able to
discuss…uninhibited, unfiltered, all in.
Well, I was probably more "all-in" than
sofia's Sir would have really wanted…
but he kindly didn't kick me out…
though there was discussion about the fact
that he only had two tethers and three sub missives
sleeping in his house!
So we had deep, meaningful conversations,
we discussed the world,
we discussed our children,
we discussed schools
(of which I have differing opinions/experiences than sofia and nilla)
we discussed our blogs
we discussed spankings and marks
we discussed the kink community
which I found fascinating, because I'm not active (have never been)
in the community outside of blogland.
we discussed that mother-fucking-brush
sofia's Sir had no idea that was so dastardly…or why ;)
sofia shook her head … A LOT.
We laughed and laughed…
there were sexual and kinky innuendos flying!
It was the most fabulous evening's conversation…
just never having to catch yourself and not share…
never to change verbiage to cover your submission
(or His Dominance)
At the end of the night, we all said goodnight
and went to our respective beds.
nilla and I talked a bit more,
once dressed for sleep,
while nilla brushed and braided her hair.
I laughed…and brought out my brush…
I have a wooden version of the
mother-fucking-brush that Sir uses for
I showed her the brush and
we looked at the brush she was using to brush her hair.
They are the same shape and size,
but hers is the injection-molded-plastic
and mine was wooden.
I told her that the injection-molded one is the one that hurts,
mine, while being the same shape and size, was more thuddy…less stingy.
She held out her arm and
I took both brushes and smacked them against her arm.
Indeed…she agreed…that mother-fucking-brush stings!!!!
Then we got the brilliant idea
(Can't remember weather it was nilla's or mine)
to take them upstairs and show them to
sofia's Sir so he could see,
what we were talking about.
So we rushed…like silly school girls,
with the hair brushes to show him.
sofia was LESS THAN GRATEFUL!
her Sir tried them out on his thigh and
thought about them and seemed grateful to see them ;)
The whole experience was very funny to me.
When I got up ridiculously early to leave,
actually waking up before my alarm clock (yikes),
I dressed quietly and went upstairs to use the bathroom.
As I walked to the stairs,
I notice the crop hanging on a door handle…
which combined with the hooks in the ceiling that
I had noticed the night before
put a smile on my face.
I went up to the bathroom and when
I entered the hallway…what did I see?
sofia' tether with a long rope leading to
her bedroom door … that was closed.
sofia's Sir made the most exquisite tether…
the rope work is gorgeous!
I gathered my things and as I crept to the front door,
I thought about what a gift blogging has been,
Virtual and Online/IRL friends have been.
I let the cat inside so hopefully sofia could sleep a bit more
and walked to my car and
began the long drive home.