A Fantastic Weekend - Part One

Saturday, November 13, 2010
Second Annual Drum and Dance Festival

 Fetish Factory Party At Sea Monster

I had such a fantastic time over the weekend.  Saturday I had to be at practice with my Troupe in Boca, then directly after that went to attend my teacher's Drum and Dance Festival that she had put together for that afternoon. As i was walking up to the band shell i saw Him talking with a friend and went up to say hello, resisting the urge to kiss Him. I went and dropped my bag near His stuff and relaxed for a bit, saying hello to my friends and to my teacher.  After a while of listening to the huge circle of drummers, i couldn't resist and started dancing, even though i was the only one for a few minutes.

I would look over to Him and see Him watching me, and i'd smile and wink at Him, or i'd see Him resting his hands. There was one moment that i walked out of the circle and knelt by his side to rub his hands, getting some of the tension out of them.  Afterwards I softly rubbed my cheek against His hand, hidden by my hair. I looked up at Him and was rewarded with a simple smile and thanks.

We dance and danced and danced.  Zaghareets rose into the air as everyone danced and twirled and laughed. Styles and techniques ranged from traditional to Rom to African Tribal, to ATS/Tribal Fusion.  I wore my 7 yard skirt instead of the monster 25 yard skirt that i have (easier to drive and work with when not doing a full skirt dance).  

Faces obscured to protect identity

The joy of dancing thrills me to no end.  Finally it was time to go and I followed Him to the hotel that He had made reservations at for the night. I felt rather small and out of place there, not being used to such a nice place. But this IS Las Olas we're talking about here, so one would expect it.  We checked into the room and waited for the bellman to bring our things up to the room (which had a moderate view of the pool and a roof).  After he was gone, His demeanor changed, His hand fisted in my hair and that amazing mouth descending onto mine.

He had me help Him undress, and He instructed me to undress as well, a snap of the fingers having me flow to nadu to his feet, my face lifted slightly to watch Him (not "traditional" i know, but whatever), and was instructed in his soft voice to finish undressing Him, taking His jeans down and nuzzling along the growing bulge in His underwear, mouthing it and looking up at Him as i did it.  He helped me up and had me remove my skirt and underwear before He lead me to the floor again and placed a hood over my face.  He helped me up onto the bed and flogged me across my breasts and thighs, though before that He clamped my tits and teased them with the clamps.  The falls felt fantastic on my skin, after being out of the practice of having one used on me.

Then He had me turn and kneel on all fours with my ass as high into the air as i could put it.  I was expecting a flogger, until i heard the tell tale CRACK of a single tail kissing the air.  I shuddered and tensed, then danced on the bed for Him under the guidance of the tail.  If i moved too much, or moved too far out of position He would crack the whip near me until i calmed and stilled and He cracked it over my ass again.

I have a few beautiful marks on my ass from that, which i will upload later, once they are fully edited to make the marks pop a little bit better. 


He turned me over and played with me some more, teasing my little pussy until it started clamping as i came again and again.  I pleaded with Him to remove the hood so that i could look up at His face. He removed the hood and i smiled up at Him.  He lowered His head for another kiss before making me suck His amazing cock.  The moans and groans and filthy talk had me writhing, my legs working and hips lifting, wanting more; and boy did he give it to me. Just filling me up and driving deep into me... making me scream and come and scream some more.  I dragged my nails down His torso, making him groan as he bucked into me.


As His orgasm drew close He knelt over me and fed me His cock, fucking my face and coming in my mouth and over my chest. He tasted so good and i spread the cum all over me to His approving growl.  Afterwards we showered and i did one of my favorite things for Him, just washing Him with the soap front to back.  To be able to provide such a service is an Honor that i am happy to receive when i get it.  I know He enjoyed it to.  He washed me as well and we both got dressed to go to dinner.  We sat and talked and enjoyed each other's friendly company; though He listened to me ramble on most of the time. 


After dinner we walked back to the hotel arm in arm and up to the room where we relaxed for a bit, and fucked again.  


He also taught me a few things that He preferred his submissives to do for Him while serving Him.  He told me how to serve Him His drink.  It was amazing at how i was cracking jokes one moment as i was pouring Him His drink, the next as i knelt in Nadu to serve Him, i switched instantly.  His serene smile, and gentle touch to lower my head and lift my hands offering the drink to Him.  I closed my eyes and fell into such a peace that i have never felt before.  The pure peace and happiness of the truest submission that i have fallen into. It felt amazing, and i want that again.  His approving touches as i knelt there thrilled me after He watched me for a bit; His hand on my cheek, which i leaned my head into, lingering touches down my arm and my chest, whispering how pleased He was at my submission, how much He liked my pale skin.  As He released me from the position i crawled into be with Him and kissed Him, i admitted how much it had moved me to be there in that position.


Afterwards we got ready and i preened a bit as He praised my breasts as he taped them up.  We finished getting ready and I slipped a jacket on over my outfit, so i at least didn't disturb TOO many people even though the garters and a small sliver of my skirt showed.


We hailed a cab and went into the party, seeing friends and getting a drink.  I held His drink as instructed, and knelt at the snap of his fingers.  Asking Him permission to go say hello, eagerly greeting my friends, and introducing Him to them. He played with me, spanking me and flogging me, then allowing a Mistress friend to play with me a few times.  After a wonderful night, we went back to the hotel and he bent me over at the bed and rammed His cock into my pussy, filling me completely. It felt soo good to be filled by Him, more than once, over and over again getting pounded, hearing His voice groaning and growling over me.


After a final round of fun we dropped into bed, falling asleep fast.




Stay tuned for part two.. though it wont be as exciting as this first bit.

A Realization

As I was looking through my entries on here over the past year, I stumbled on an entry that had me stopping and thinking.  It has been over a year since J and I broke up.  What would be REALLY ironic if the one Josh Groban song crops up as i write this entry.

I remember how hard it was for me to get through the day, the pain eating me up inside, my OCD only making it worse.  I had yet again been abandoned by a man that i had thought would be a major part of my life forever, and one that I was deeply and truly in love with.  The night of the break up I laid in bed and wailed and cried and thrashed, my mother and my sister by my side comforting me as best they could; my mother stroking my hair after turning the lights out like she used to do when i was a little girl.  I felt like my heart had been shattered and thrown to the winds.

Work was so hard as well.  Having to keep it together, pretending that nothing was wrong when so many people could see right through me, but chose to say nothing.  Which was a good thing, because me cracking at work, especially with that was not a good idea.  There were a few moments when I had to stuff my hand in my mouth and hold myself to keep from screaming.

Slowly it got easier, for the most part.  It wouldn't hurt as much to think of him, to look at his profile or our photos together.  But then he needed to bring a few things to me and i just HAD to touch him and to breath him in... one last time.  And GOD did it hurt, did it bring the hurt right back, to have him so close, but to not be able to kiss him like i wanted, to have to settle for my nose buried in his neck one last time.

But with the help of friends, family, and yes a therapist, things got better day by day.  I could listen to the aforementioned song and remember the good times, and not want to curl up in a dark corner and hide for the rest of the day.  I could look at our pictures, and remember the good times goofing off in the UC at FAU, ballroom, spending the weekend with him at his apt or his parents' house.  The arrepas Saturday mornings made by his mother fresh off the skillet with meat and cheese and coffee con leche...

Aaannd there it is.  Such a beautiful song.  I think it personifies perfectly how J "told" me how much he cared for me.  It's a bittersweet tale to tell now, but it's probably the sweetest way any of my relationships have started.

It was the end of a semester (or something) and i had to return some books to the bookstore, and the person that i was essentially rebounding off of wasn't around, and i didn't want to go alone.  So J took his chance and offered to walk me.  Such an awkward man he was, unsure of how to really tell me.  But he told me in no uncertain terms that he cared for me, a LOT.  I was taken aback at first, but flattered.  Looking back I really kicked myself when i realized how i was missing the obvious.  They way he looked at me and interacted with me.  One of the biggest things that i missed was when i was listening to this one song on my MP3 player that i loved, and the way he smiled as he watched me dance like a loon to it.

Tanget sorry... anyways back to the story.  

We went into the bookstore and come to find out I was missing my ID or something and i had to go back to get it.  As we walked back I had been goofy and ran ahead but slowed to catch my breath.  My back was to him and all of a sudden i hear something along the lines of "Oh fuck it," and he came up behind me, turned me around and kissed me square on the lips.  And something in my stomach just clenched, and it felt like a key had been turned.  The Universe telling me "Here is the one that you need to be with right now."  We walked arm in arm back to the UC, stealing kisses before walking back into the UC and cuddled on the couch, everyone not so secretly relieved that he had finally bucked up the courage to tell me how he felt.

And the rest, as one would say, is history.

He was one of the first people on the scene of my car accident a few years ago, along with my father, my mother being the first.  I clung to him when he came, sticking my nose in the V of his shirt, drawing strength and comfort from his presence.  For six months after he put up with me as i went through mood swings and anxiety attacks and OCD attacks that had me isolating myself and crying hysterically holding my head afraid that if i let go my head would explode in a million pieces.  He held me in the darkness of his room when the depression overtook me and i couldn't stand being in the same room as his room mate and his GF as we all watched TV. Held me as i raged and cried, cursing my father, cursing the accident, anything that had gone wrong that day.

He brought me back from the extreme so many times, had me thinking things out logically, step by step until i had calmed down and was able to think clearly.  Gently, patiently, as frustrating as i know it was for him, he did it, and helped me through some rough shit.  And for that I will always be grateful.

And the question that I'm sure a lot of you are thinking. 

"Do you still love him?"

The answer simply, is "Yes".  

But it needs clarification.

I love him as a very dear friend.  I remember the romantic times we had together with fondness and a smile, because that was one of the better times of my life.  Through all the hell that i was going through at home, i knew that i had a safe place to go wherever he was.  He was the logic to my eccentricity, the calm in my storm.

He is a rare gift, and I hope that the woman who captured his heart for the rest of his life treasures the gift that he is.