So, here you go – the answer to the question raised in the last post…..the most sensible thing to do whilst dressed in latex in shoes you can barely walk in whilst cooking the dinner is of course…to relax and put your feet up. Well. Yeah. Kind of 😉
The picture shows just a little bondage and breath play, the hoses coming off the mask being attached to a bubbler bottle. Nothing unusual for a Sunday afternoon around Grimly’s really!
This sort of breath play is pretty relaxing. Maybe this girl is not alone in this, but quite often she enjoys the almost hypnotic and relaxing effects of breath play and control just as much as the sort of stricken panicked effect having someone play around with her air supply can induce. Both feelings can be incredibly erotic and effective.
That is why this girl is a firm believer in why breath play isn’t that great to be undertaken alone.
Aside from of course the extremely important safety considerations, that is.
This girl just cannot see how that can be the same without someone there in control of it, in control of the sensation. She can’t decide which type of control is more illustrative of his dominance over her. Whether its the sexual control he has over her, whether it be demonstrated physically through chastity, or mentally through orgasm control…or whether it’s this since someone having this much control over your life, whether you can breathe easily or not, is pretty powerful visually and mentally.
Also, aside from being a very visual reminder of control its also a huge reminder of trust.
This girl wouldn’t allow Grimly to do these things to her if she didn’t trust him to read her properly, to stop himself from going too far, and keeping within her capabilities and just pushing her limits enough to keep it interesting.
Its because of this, that she can relax. That she can get almost hypnotized in this sort of situation. In fact, its almost a sort of therapy. Strapped up like that, all this girl can think about really is her breathing, his control, the bondage.
The last few days or so have actually been quite stressful, so, that was kind of good to be able to relax like that.
Sometimes it feels as though this girl is under a bit of pressure, not necessarily from him, but from something, to try and fit in as much kink as possible to a relatively short time, fuck, strangely enough maybe its a bit of pressure to keep the blog going to have something to write about. That irritates her a bit, because it was never really supposed to be about that, more just really for recording a few interesting bits and pieces, rather than a chore, or to keep an audience interested.
Though, when a blog has been going as long as this one, it becomes a sort of consideration, and this whole bloody thing has maybe just inflated this girl’s ego a little too much, she never really thought this many people would be interested, but its nice, that for someone who once had pretty crappy self confidence to feel as though people are interested, even if its just to perve. lol.
Though really, deep down this girl’s BDSM is still not about that.
Its about him. About her Master.
Her frustration recently has been mostly at this whole still being in a long distance relationship thing, and in trying to cram as much into together time as possible, and that includes ‘vanilla’ stuff as well as kink. There’s never enough time, and each time this girl tries to plan longer with him, something sort of gets in the way.
She’d kind of said to herself a few days ago ‘this will be the time when i show him I can be really amazing for him, and the submissive he deserves’ and, well, it didn’t happen quite the way she expected, mainly because of the requirements of a four wheeled german nuisance. Her one this time, not his. Though, you know, if it wasn’t for cars and the ability to drive, this relationship would be a lot harder.
Despite that, BDSM happened. D/s happened. Squished in around everything else that needed to be done, but you know, thats sort of real life.
This girl is a real person, not someone living in a fantasy. The funny thing is, it probably wouldn’t be all that different if she lived with him. The kink stuff would happen when it could, and sort of be there in the background, but not the only concern.
This girl feels a bit guilty really.
She longed for a long weekend of BDSM, and it didn’t happen as much as she thought it would.
But, she doesn’t feel as bad about that as she thought she would.
Its probably been this way for a while, but, she’d just as much have his company doing normal couple things as she would being tied up and tormented. Of course, thats not to say she would want to give up what she has, she likes having both. Its just, the BDSM isn’t her main motivation for spending time with him, and it hasn’t been for a while.
It’s probably a good thing really, its probably the reason why this girl and Grimly are still together nearly four years later. If it was just BDSM, if it was just sex, even with all his toys and his devious mind, it would have fizzled eventually, the distance might have got to be too much effort for a few thrills, well yeah, ok lots of thrills – but even so, how long can a relationship last if BDSM is *all* there is to it?
Maybe, just maybe it’s the icing on the cake of something a lot more meaningful than that.