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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

On Monday I was wearing green...

... and yesterday I was wearing red.

Damn pictures never do the color justice, it seems. But this was just the beginning, anyway.

I needed yesterday so badly. In fact, when Steve called early in the morning, I freaked out, wondering if he had to cancel for some reason. Turns out he had a work thing and had to push us back a couple of hours, but he was coming. I felt silly, but it was then I realized just how much I needed release.

The ongoing issues with John wear on me. Nothing dire is happening at the moment, it's all under a control of sorts, but it's still hard. If I allow myself to think too much, all the possible worst-case scenarios jump into my head and I waste precious time worrying about something that hasn't happened yet. Ergo, I'm tense.

Steve was there to take it all away for a little while. To knock down that wall of tension and let the floodgates open. The pain broke through, allowing all the poison to come out.

When we moved to the implement phase, he asked me if I had any requests. But I didn't want to make any decisions; didn't want to think about anything. So he took over, choosing several. It turns out he didn't have to use any of them for very long, because I broke down almost immediately. One minute I was bantering with him, and the next I was crying.

He talked me through it, encouraging me to let it all out, release that stress, bring it all to him. I wept on and on, losing awareness of what he was doing and simply feeling the waves of release. Kind of an emotional orgasm.

Not to worry, though. I was OK. Better than I'd been in a few weeks.

See? Happy.

Afterward, I felt as if a heavy brick had been taken off my chest. I love this kind of escape -- it doesn't leave me hungover, or with weight gain, or with drug withdrawal. Just a purity of soul, feeling clean from the inside out.

I wish that feeling would last longer. But I guess that's what the regular visits are for. Such a wonderful connection, with such a dear top.

Thank you. ♥

And now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. I'm in the middle of proofing a script for a medical course on pressure ulcers, complete with pictures. Please wish me a strong stomach.


  1. Wow! What a gentleman Steve is allowing you to make selections for your "condemned" bottom! :)
    I'm simply awful when it comes to visually representing my heritage. I'm 1/3 Irish and wore NO green on Monday. I did wear it Sunday, though. lol
    Your reading material sounds riveting. Only diseased colon pics could rival the need for a strong stomach.

  2. Kelly -- I don't even know why I wear green. Holdover from childhood, I guess.

    Yes, this medical client challenges me, for sure. So far, no colon stuff, thank you!

  3. Hi Erica -- Your pics are cute :-) I am so glad that you got the emotional release You needed, That always helps :-) Steve is definitely a AWESOME top .Much Love and hugs from naughty girl Jade

  4. Erica, talking of wearing of the green. One of my travels around the globe, took me to Ireland. A beautiful and quaint country. Two highlights there were visiting the Guinness brewery in Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,. for a pint of their famous Ale. The other highlight was Kissing the Blarney Stone, which one has to do, by bending over backwards. I have a photo of me doing so. And the internet has I am sure samples of other people do this feat. Keep smiling things will turn out all right with JOHN. XXX Luv ya

  5. Jade -- he really is. :-)

    Six -- bending over backward, really? I couldn't do that to save my life.

  6. Ahh my dear , you do look sweeter in red . :-P

  7. D -- thanks. I prefer it, myself.

  8. Green is green but wonderful post....I had to move my play time this week and is killing me, I so need to be and give a spanking.......great post my dear, and yes I treasure that relief of a sound spanking!

  9. Ron -- oh no! Hope you get your relief soon.