I woke rather reluctantly this morning and stretched a bit in my bed, feeling my body move tenderly against the sheets, and I smiled. My wrists and ankles felt a bit sore, but the rope marks had finally faded. I recalled caressing and admiring them last night as I laid my head down on my pillow and thought about him sitting on the train heading home. My shoulders, legs and back ached as I stretched and rolled over slowly. I certainly had the physical reminders… but I longed for more.

I slipped out of bed and padded down to my living room where the massage table still stood awash in disheveled sheets with smears of massage lotion across its soft leathery surface and I drifted back in time. His exquisite body, so long and lean and deliciously masculine lay before me like a sumptuous buffet and oh how I loved partaking fully in it. Hour after hour I ran my hands lovingly along his flesh, kneading and stroking and gliding… pressing into knots and breathing with him, not wanting to hurt him but desiring to feel his tight muscles surrender to my touch. I wanted him to feel how much I adore him simply through my touch. He made a request here and there and I joyously complied and delved into areas of his body that he had not experienced touch in before. Gently and lovingly I caressed him there and felt him begin to relax a little at a time… and then I began to gently massage him from within while stroking his beautiful cock with my hands and my lips and every loving bit of energy I could call forth from my body. I wanted to please him so well and so thoroughly that time totally seemed to stand still as the hours slipped by.

I straighten the room a little here and there … hating to remove the evidence as it were of our third amazing play encounter… and yet knowing that he will be back eventually and that I will long for him in my body until I see him again. I head for the Temple and found that there were still piles of rope left here and there about the room, silently reminding me and calling out flashes and visions of torment and ecstasy. The ball gag mocked me from the bench, that damn thing and I were going to have to somehow learn to co exist a bit better in the future, but Lord it was so hard to breathe and yet.. I loved and hated it so much at the same time… even as I at last grunted “in threes” signaling I couldn’t take anymore.

Three has always been his safe signal… the word three, three grunts or screams or kicks on the floor… three any things and he would back off the pressure. Three times the charm … and this was our third play date, so three was definitely my lucky number today, but I so hated to use it as an out. I picked up a length of rope from one of the piles and began to run it through my fingers… recalling the feel of his hand on my arm. So firm, and confident and ohh my God how I melt at his touch. And then the roping began… coil after coil surrounding my flesh tighter and tighter as he worked … my wrists… my shoulders… snugged beyond securely… into the realm of almost cruelly restricting.

He cinched those unyielding bands of rope so expertly on my flesh and I struggled for a time… calling forth playful Kali energy… snarling and growling a bit and tossing my hair as I resisted just enough to build some more energy and then within what seemed like moments I was fully suspended from the ground and contorted and screaming and begging for mercy.. I couldn’t feel my arms… well that’s not exactly right. They were screaming from a mix of numbness and painful pressure and my legs were tied and twisted in opposite directions and my breasts were squeezed between bands of rope top & bottom and my damn weight was pulling them tighter and oooohhh I am so sorry Sir… but PLEASE let me down … three… three THREE! Ohh God I didn’t want to disappoint him and I so wanted to stay up longer but it was excruciatingly painful and he let me catch my breath … only for a moment while still in a partial suspension … with one leg slightly higher than hip leg and the other precariously balanced on one stiletto heeled foot.

I could go on and on and well, actually I did in for almost 7 pages in my private journal that I share with select friends but suffice it to say … I had a marvelous time and cannot wait to see my beloved rope sadist again. He challenges me in ways no other man in my life does at the moment and I adore every moment of it… more soon.  Suze