Ok, Stephen. I can’t take it anymore. We have been talking for over a year now. You know my issues and frustrations well. You have pushed me to think, and I thank you for that.

It is no secret that I am dominant…I wear it well. I have always enjoyed that role. Last summer, I sought out and found Jake to *ahem* show me the ropes. The art of shibari has always intrigued me. I not only wanted to learn how to do it, I knew I wanted it on me. I desire to learn more than bedroom bondage.

It was not until I was actually immobilized in a hog tie with a piece of bamboo being popped on my ass that the flash raced through me. It was white hot.

“Whatcha gonna do, G?” I was teased *pop pop pop*

There is no word to describe the heat I felt. Instantly I flushed red. My eyes gave me away, I am sure. I locked eyes with Jake as the bamboo fell again. Damn.

After reading so many of your amazing stories (and others), combined with actually having the tables turned on me with the rope, I crave the mental experience. I want to know what my limits are. I want to be tortured. I want to scream. I want to cry and beg for release, only to be denied. I want to switch.

You posted a blog last month titled Blind Folded. In the comments you asked me if I thought I could give up enough control to enjoy the experience. I asked you if you thought you would be able to put Gertrude in a time out. I think the experience would be pleasurable for both of us. Scratch that. I know the experience would be. You know I am an educator. I need you to teach me. I can’t do this one on my own. I need you to push me. I need a Dom, and you are perfect. You know my smart ass, and will not let me bat my eyelashes and smile pretty to get my way. I am 100% sure of that. I am aroused just thinking about it. I also know switching mentally will allow me to use my own crop better. Ummmmm I can’t fucking believe I just said that, but I believe it to be true. I only know where my head is holding the crop. I want to be on the other end. I don’t think a crop is your favorite toy, but I will pack it just in case.

I am going to arrange everything. I know you hate the cold weather right now. Well, we are in the 70s/80s already down here in Texas. I share the love of the ocean with you. I am flying you into Houston Hobby Airport this weekend, and a driver will take you down 45 South until it dead ends into the Gulf of Mexico..….about a 45 min ride. He will deliver you to me. I have rented a very secluded house right on the water. There is nobody around for miles. There will be nobody to hear my screams of pleasure or pain. We can play inside and out……if that is what you want.

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I can’t wait for the weekend! I move through the week in a haze. I have been shopping like a mad woman. I have anything and everything you could ever want. I run scenes through my head non stop. It is Friday, and I can barely breathe. I want you to do so many things to me. So many things I have read about. I also know that turning myself over to you, to submit to you, you could bind me with only your words. Thank GAWD I know you better than that.....

I head to the beach early to make sure everything is unpacked and perfect. I want time to soak in my princess bath and dress before you are due to arrive.

The house is perfect in every way possible. There is a deck that runs all the way around the house on the second floor. The sunset, however, will be right over the water. A hot tub is strategically placed overlooking the water. Delicious. There is beautiful iron work throughout the home and windows everywhere. Being a beach house, there are hooks all over the place for hats and towels. I am praying you have other things in mind.

I hang up the phone and smile as I sink in the tub, my heart races and I struggle internally. I have no idea how Gertrude will behave. She has never……… I push these thoughts out of my head and remind myself how badly I need this experience. The driver has picked you up on schedule and you are on the way. I soak in my Bvlgari bath sipping a glass of champagne. You should be here in an hour. Patience has never been one of my strong qualities. My free hand wanders to my breast. I pinch my own nipple hard. This causes me to arch slightly, which brings to mind a whole new thought as I see myself rise out of the steaming water.

I flip on the jets in the tub. I move around finding the angles of all 8. I catch myself in the reflection of the oversized bathroom mirror. I move to my knees and oh so gently lower myself over a jet. My muscles tighten instantly to raise myself back up. That is too much water pressure.

I scoot back and slide 2 fingers inside myself. There, so much better. I can control the stream through my fingers this way. I watch myself in the mirror knowing that the weekend is going to be one I will never forget. I find the perfect force of the water on my clit. Closer I move into the jet. Jesus, the hot water feels good. I feel the familiar tightening signaling my approaching orgasm. I move a bit closer and move my fingers out of myself over my clit. It is a beautiful thing to feel the wet arousal of a woman IN the water. Closer to the jet I move once again. Pinching the other nipple causes me to loose sight of myself in the mirror as I involuntarily throw my head back and scream, climaxing in the water wishing I was not alone.

I lay in the water regaining my breath a bit longer. I can’t wait to look in your eyes. I can’t wait to finally see that wicked grin. I am as ready as I will ever be.

I stand and get out of the tub and towel off. I towel off and enjoy preparing my body for you. I rub lotion all over leaving a wonderful subtle scent. I check my watch and realize I need to move it.

I braid my hair and slip on a pair of jeans and a darling corset that rocks my cleavage. I slip on a pair of heels and pour another glass of champagne. I put on a touch of make-up…..mascara and lip gloss is enough for me at the beach. 10 minutes. Tick tick .

I am pacing at this point. I decide to walk to the deck and let the ocean calm me. I stare at the water and breathe the entire 10 minutes. When I finally see the car coming down the road, I am completely at ease and ready to see you walking towards me. I tell myself that I am not going to try and seduce you. It will be difficult with my mood at the moment. I can’t help but let out a scream partially from my excitement of your arrival. I turn and nervously look back into the house. I want everything to be perfect. I have waited so long. I have to switch mindsets, and quick.

“OMG, you are really here!” I run and embrace you when you reach the top of the stairs on the deck. I hold onto you for probably a little too long. We pull apart and I finally look into your eyes. Really look into your eyes. We have had so many conversations…….many come crashing back to memory. Story after story you have written dance in my head. I am so fucking excited!

“It was awfully Domme of you to arrange all this, princess” you say sternly.

“I see you got on the plane” I reply, smiling up at you. Your expression puzzles me. You are not smiling back. You sigh and shake your head. “You have much to learn, my dear. We will only scratch the surface of your education over the weekend.”

Looking at me square in the eyes, you order me to the living room to wait for you. “You have 5 minutes to prepare for me.”

“Five minutes!!! WTF??? What do you want me to do? What does that mean?”

“Figure it out, princess” you call over your shoulder heading downstairs towards the ocean.

I walk into the living room and panic about wasting time. What would I do? I light a few candles and fill the ice bucket next to the bottle of Jack I bought for you. As I begin to undress I continue to think about how to position myself. I have made men wait for me naked on their hands and knees before. Kneeling sounds logical. I strip down to my heels and take one more sip of champagne. Has it been 5 minutes yet? I unbraid my red hair and let it fall over my bare shoulders and breasts.

Where should I be? There are so many options here! I eye one of the four large columns in the living room. That looks like a perfect place for your knots. I kneel on my knees next to the pole and wait. Surly it has been 5 minutes. My heart is racing waiting to hear you come back up the steps.

Finally, you approach the house. I smile again as you walk through the door, but you stop. Ahhhhhhh I get it, and lower my head. “Good girl” you say dryly and walk closer to me. I am instantly aroused and oh so intrigued.

The anticipation is so fucking hot. My nipples turn rock hard as you approach me. I notice you looking past me at the oversized wooden table in the room where I have laid out everything. I catch you smiling just as you walk past me out of my line of sight to the table.

I hope I didn’t forget to pack anything. I want so badly to walk to the table with you and touch everything. It is killing me. I hear you walking around for a few minutes and then silence.

I can’t help but smile to myself knowing something has caught your attention. My knees are aching. I probably should have gotten on all fours…..could have shifted around easier.

My heart races as I hear footsteps approach me. FUCK I should have been facing the other way!

I see a black scarf coming towards my eyes. My body ignites and I call out “NOOOOOO!” My eyebrows furrow and I actually raise my arms to grab your hands and move them. Every muscle in my body tenses and I gasp, inhaling sharply as we fall over together, your body sprawled on top of mine.

I smile with the weight of you on top of me looking up at the beautiful Crimson.

Bending at her knees, she drops balancing on tippy toes hovering over me. Her hair tickles me as she leans over Stephen for a breathtaking kiss. Our tongues move with the knowledge we have had to behave for hours. I wiggle trying to free my arms, wanting to pull her closer. She pulls back and stands again.

“Looks like someone is in for a REALITY check.”

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