Anticipation
                  © widget

We finally broke down and decided to do it, since both of us are essentially subs except for you; you’re pretty handy with that belt.  We decided to do a duo with a dom female friend you know.  You set up the appointment for a week ahead of time she agrees although she stipulates that we may not have any sexual or spanking contact until the meeting.  We also must live normally ie… sleeping in the same bed everything as it was.  The first couple nights we were able to maintain some sanity, by the third night tension was building.  The philosophy of the forbidden fruit comes to mind.  Of course I had to go into brat mode I was becoming as wound up as top and really needed some sort of release.
So I flirted shamelessly wearing my tightest jeans and shirts that were always unbutton lower than normal, making sure that I was intentionally brushing up against you. But damn you didn’t even seem to notice, which made me madder.  I was ready to start a fight it was getting so bad.  Cursing that woman for taking this away. 
By the sixth night I was almost at tears from the frustration of the situation. My pillow was my advocate I scissor locked it between my legs.  You try to give me a kiss good night but I couldn’t retaliate.  At least my pillow loved me.
Finally the night before our meeting I am so giddy with excitement finally some release I could have been happy if my 96 yr old grand mother swatted me with a flies swatter right this second.  Dang I must be getting desperate that’s got my panties all wet.  Now if only sleep would come I would be soo happy.  I know I must be keeping him awake with all my tossing and turning.  I get up and start wandering around the house looking for the most boringness book I can find that should do the trick.  Hmmm War and Peace nahhh already read it twice.  There it is how to paint your motorboat in 5 easy steps if nothing else that should have me snoring.  I don’t want to wake him so I curl up on the couch to read I didn’t make it past the third paragraph before I knew it he was shaking me on the shoulder telling me its time to get dress we have to leave in a half hour and handing me my cup of coffee.  I bolt to the bedroom to get change slugging down my morning inspiration.  This morning I didn’t need any inspiration I was wide-awake and raring to go.  I could of ran the 50 meter dash in record time.  I already had my stuff packed 4 days ago I was ready.
The drive was quiet I think we both were in our own thoughts and anticipations I was getting very nervous and started babbling about everything at once changing the subject in mid sentence.  It comforting in a way when the person you are with knows how to read you and he squeezes my hand and tells me we will be fine. 
I take a deep breath and exhale as we drive up into a driveway.  The world has stop, time does not exist anymore everything moves in slow motion as my car door is opening and his hand reaches for mine to help me out.  It’s not me walking up to the door.  My feet are not the ones that are moving closer to this person’s house.  I am the one who running for the next bus to who cares.
The door opens and we are motion to enter.  But to enter to where and to what?


Walking through the door was like walking through a different dimension, it was like walking into a dream. Being ordered to place my bag by the door and go to the corner at the far side of the room snaps me back to reality of the moment.  Specifically I am to stand in that corner with my hands clasped behind my back I was not to look at anything but that corner. 
My heart is racing not knowing what was happening or what was going to happen in the near future.  What was only a few minutes seem like days I am ordered to follow, surveying the room quickly I see my partner in the other side of the room in a different corner doing the exact same thing I had done, except his pants were down to his knees.  His shirt was covering just the upper part of his shapely ass. When we requested this meeting it was with the understanding that I didn’t want to watch my partner receiving his pleasure.  For me the anticipation of what’s to come and the ending are more important, and I do love having my senses taken to the limit.  My imagination can do a lot more then the reality of actually seeing. 
The room is void of anything that would let it seem comfortable. There was a long beige couch long oak coffee table with different instruments for today’s pleasure.  I didn’t have the time to really see all that was there.  I needed to keep up; didn’t want to add more than what I was already was going to receive. I was taken to a long hallway that has just a stool no back or cushion on it placed in the center.  In front of the stool is a door that is closed.  I am ordered to strip and to fold my cloths neatly next to the chair and sitting facing the wall with my hands on my knees.  Sitting there looking at the blank wall my adrenaline is racing through my veins. I hear orders be snapped, knowing full and well the fun has started knowing deep in my heart that every wail, scream, and whimper that my love bellows will bring him closer to ecstasy.  I can feel the sweat glistening my skin as every nerve in my body has suddenly come alive.  For I know that I may not like to watch, but he will watch and it will add to his pleasure, and to my own.
My body is quivering and I’m not sure that my legs can support me when I am ordered back into the room.  Taking a very deep breath I slowly walk to the inevitable.  My hands are clasp together in front of me I enter the room. I see him in the corner he is now void of his clothes also his once creamy white ass is now a mosaic picture of different shades of reds.  Darker red stripes overlap one another. I can feel the tingle between my legs I am ready to jump out of my skin without even realizing it I am bent at the waist and grasping a chair seat with my leg slightly apart.  I am screaming in my mind “What the hell are you doing? Run Hide Escape”.
I know I won’t the excitement escalates as the sharp pain start radiating on my behind.  I know that my love is now turned around and seeing my buns getting toasted, that it will bring him to the edge, in return gets me more excited. 
I am here but not here I know its me that’s wailing with every strike of the strap. I know it is me that is shifting around but there is a strong hand on my hip holding me in place.  The pace quickens and I can’t get off one scream without another following in its place.  It is almost as if someone turned on the water main tears are flowing down my face none stop.  Just when I know I am about to scream out red. I am ordered to go down the hallway to the first door on the left and lay down on the bed.  I cry for what seems like forever.  I am despondent of everything lost until I feel the bed shift and a warm hand touch my shoulder as I lay with my back to whom ever it is.  I want to scream No More I cant take it.   I am scared as the hand traces the outline of my shoulder down my waist to my hips gently I feel the cool lotion being spread on my very hot /sore bottom.  I turn over gingerly and see my love over me smiling in more ways than one.
Needless to say, I’m not going into detail that beyond this it’s just private, anyway that’s another type of story.  I know you all have enough imagination to figure out what came after.  I will add though we both reached the milky way that day.  Though as a side note I must remember to bring better pillows we never had to make so many pit stops before.