Our arrival to our escape for the weekend was somewhat similar to my dream with the slight exception that I could see. Naturally, I had told my Dom about the dream and he simply smiled. "This weekend, I want to be able to see you. I want to see the look in your eyes as you submit to me, as you sit in the car with me, as you wake up. There is no doubt that you will be blindfolded at some point, probably as you are tied down to the bed and left alone..." I whimpered into the silence that he let linger for a moment before continuing, "But I don't know how long I will want to keep my hands off of you."
I smiled and felt myself physically relax. While the idea of being blindfolded for the entire car ride not knowing where I was titillated me, I had every intention of seeing My Love as much as I possibly could, if he would allow it.
When we arrived in our room it was better than I imagined. The room was exactly how it appeared in the pictures, save the wrought iron headboard (Which we had both noted would be quite useful to tie restraints to) was actually rather flimsy wood, but we quickly adapted. The thing that surpassed my wild imagination was the grounds of our little getaway. The grounds were magnificent. Outside of the French doors was our own terrace. The house was atop a hill, a steep incline leading from sea level to about 30 feet from our door. From our vantage point, we could see the confetti colored trees of the valley. It was breathtaking.
We walked on to our private patio after our hostess acquainted us with our home away from home. Much like my dream, I sunk back into My Love's arm, the cool air kissing my skin, raising a flush in my cheeks as they absorbed the cooling Autumn winds. "I bet this place will be beautiful at sunset," I whispered, afraid to speak too loudly for the fear of shattering the little globe we lived in, as if my entire world were surrounded by a thin layer of glass, and us just floating around in the waters within.
A rumbling "mmmmm" echoed through my back and into my ribcage as he agreed. We looked out over the grounds and the world seemed to sigh. We were away, able to be with one another without having to worry about the world. Much.
We quickly realized that dinner would be most welcome after the long drive. We returned to the room and I quickly changed out of the sweatpants I had thrown on for the ride, exchanging them for a black skirt made of a soft gauze. It was airy and comfortable with the disadvantage that in all of its flowing goodness, the wind quickly became my enemy. We left our room and as the door closed a gush of wind whipped past, picking my skirt up to show my bare bottom in a way Ms. Monroe, being the queen of that particular look, would be proud of.
I gasped; he laughed. Then we head to the car, "I really hope you find a spot right in front of the restaurant," I prayed, to some higher being and to My Love.
"Thats funny, I find myself thinking just the opposite." We laughed and headed out for dinner.
As we drove through the winding roads to the nearby town we began to discuss possibilities for plans for the rest of the weekend. "Tomorrow, we should find a vineyard and get some nice wine," I suggested, knowing that would tickle his fancy.
He nodded almost absently, "I am thinking I may make you wear the egg out for a little while." I stiffened in my seat a bit at the memories surrounding the little remote controlled pink egg that my Dom favored, as well as the excitement of the fun to come.
The egg. The first time I had worn it out was to my first BDSM themed party. I was the out-of-towner, visiting my love. I had been so busy getting myself ready that I had forgot he told me of the plan that I would wear this egg inside me to the party and in his pocket, he would hold the remote control. I hesitantly inserted it, grumbling about it all the while.
It wasn't until we were in a friend's car on the way over that he actually turned the little egg on. With 10 settings and no gauge as to which setting it was on aside from my reactions, my Dom told me that when it was off, I was to thank him. Our friend, however, was ignorant at the time.
Our arrival at the club was nerve wreaking. I was still struggling through my own discovery that it was possible to immerse myself in this side of my being. I was suddenly allowed to be a submissive little girl. I was allowed to give in to my desires and talk to people about them. It was no longer my dirty secret, but something that had brought me into a new world. My admitting my submission was allowing me to be me, without any inhibitions that I would set upon my own thoughts.
I entered the club in a whirlwind of language, my own native tongue conflicting with the predominant language. Luck was on my side, though, everyone was quite fluent in English and it was only when I was not to know something that the language was changed.
I was brought to the various people My Love thought I should meet, one person in particular standing out from previous conversations. Goddess Lilith was her name. I had built her up to be a towering bombshell who would probably scare the wits out of even the strongest man. When I did meet her, though, I was shocked to find her to be a woman, not some sort of frightening being. She was about my height in her heels which brought her a few inches higher and a severe military hat atop her short, bright red hair. I was right about one thing, she was intimidating. Her presence was so strong that she almost radiated authority and just utter dominance. Her voice was on the quiet side, although it carried beautifully. Her tone was just low enough that you had to work to hear her, you had to devote all of your attention to her to catch each word. The more she spoke, though, the more I wanted to listen.
"Dah-rling, it is so wonderful to finally meet you!" She intoned, her voice holding an accent that sent chills through my body; a mix of Count Dracula meets a mythic nymph. It was clear that this was her chosen atmosphere and she was in her element. She turned to My Love and said something I didn't quite understand. I looked at my love, curiosity clear on my face as well as a slight concern. He chose this moment to start the egg.
I jumped slightly, feeling the buzzing begin, emitting from the egg in my pussy. I shivered again and Goddess Lilith grinned a half grin, "What's the matter?"
My Love, grinning, said to me, "Tell her, Kitten."
I had barely gotten to say much and Goddess Lilith turned to me, a smile on her face. I could almost feel her inspecting me. "Well," I started, "I have a vibrating egg in me. And he has the remote." My voice was shy and I tried to say it in as neutral of a tone as I could manage. Even I could hear the stammer in my words.
"Where is the egg?" Goddess Lilith asked, clearly knowing but offering a question to My Love. Do you want her to answer and possibly be uncomfortable or should I leave the poor thing alone?
My Love looked to me, "Tell her where the egg is, baby."
I took a deep breath and nodded, "The egg is in my pussy, and he keeps changing the speed."
After I said that, the mood changed. In Goddess Lilith's eyes I could see a real curiosity grow like a child admiring another child's toy. "How is that," she asked both of us, "I was thinking of getting one to use on my sub but wanted to hear from someone to see what it was like."
My Dom then moved from my side to hers pulling out the remote. It was about halfway through the cycle. He rapidly pressed the button until it was off, then looked at me expectantly. I could feel the blood welling in my cheeks, "Thank you." I muttered, trying not to look anyone in the eye. I could see a slight hint of amusement on Goddess Lilith's face.
"I have instructed her to thank me when the buzzing stops so I know when it is over. It has 10 settings, each one a different intensity and pattern. Some are solid buzzing, some are pulsating, then they vary in speed and intensity," he explained. I stood there silently, a few people wandering over to talk and socialize. It felt as if the entire room was watching me and waiting to see what would happen next, although I knew that it was not the case.
"That is really nice, " she admired to my Dom.
"Would you like to try it?" My Love asked her, proffering the pink remote to this woman who I had only just met a few moments earlier. She turned to me and asked, "Would that be okay with you?" Since our initial moment of being introduced some of the intimidating aura had turned into a friendly power. I was not afraid of her being in control of this thing, although I was nowhere near ready to be left alone with her.
I nodded my head and she accepted the remote, a smile on her face, "Excellent." She looked at it and then at me. "Can you describe to me the feelings as they happen?"
I was so nervous that i could not think of a way. I paused and in a slight panic, looked to my Dom who gave little to no reply. "I don't really know how to explain it... I mean, its hard to tell at first and it changes so quick that I don't know if you moved on or if its the same-"
