Changing Places

Ive neglected my blog, not for lack of inspiration so much as struggling to know where to start. My five days last week with James were wild...our games changed. Quiet day one and two, spent shopping, relaxing and enjoying each other were also used to set subtle, erotic wheels in motion. My suggestion that he paint my toenails was instantly rejected, laughable! The next day I asked him which colour he preferred as I perused the polishes in the store. He immediately felt the need to investigate something on the other side of the shop. I selected a deep plum red. Night three we celebrated our Birthday in style at Opium on Queen St, one of my favourite Restaurants. James had bought a new outfit for the occasion and looked gorgeous. I made sure he saw me dress in the stockings and suspenders I knew he'd been fantasizing about, the look on his face implied the desired effect. This night we were worlds away from the country-girl office manager and delinquent car painter we'd been when we met. Dinner was divine. Back home the serious games started. Ive talked about James before, my study of dominance vs submission, what it means to me and where James has thrown spanners into the works. My 'compliance' to date has not been more than an acknowledgment of his superior physical strength and testing the waters. Aware that our games thus far have been playtime, feeling our way with each other, this night James was confronted with a woman who refused submission, on any level. I wanted him to earn it if he could...challenge him in a way I never have before, perhaps more so than anyone has, thus forcing him to push my own boundaries. It started with a simple request, get him a drink. Normally I would have happily obliged, as would he, but not tonight. I refused, he demanded, hours later we called a truce. He didn’t get his drink but blood was drawn in the trying. Thursday the inuendos continued, subtle but sweet. I made a point of manicuring my finger nails so he could subconsciously note the processes...he acknowledged my hint with wicked grin. That evening we had a friend of mine visit, a man who has played submissive games over the years, and, although now retired from such past-times, his experience was a great addition to our conversation of the evening. James was further challenged and debate was enlightening. Visiting friend headed home and serious round two began, this time even more emotionally charged than the previous though James struggled...and eventually conceded. What I lacked in physical strength I made up for in emotional and mental, both strength and tactics, proving the point id been trying to make...dominance and submission is a mind game. A demure James offered to paint my toenails (incidentally this became the only time my bedroom curtains have ever been closed with him). Yes, I quietly revelled in my victory. His attention to detail, including adopting a number of the processes id used on my fingernails earlier, was exquisite. Sometime later we fell asleep as friends. Friday his flight was booked for early afternoon. The day before i'd asked if I could shave him..."Of course" he liked the idea. This morning I did. Straddling him in the bathroom with razor, towels and lather at hand I asked basic instructions and proceeded. Erotic doesn’t come much better. James head is also shaved so this followed after his face was left smooth and kissable. He stroked my naked thigh for the duration and I took my time. A fitting end. I have more challenges lined up for James and look forward to what he presents me with after going 'back to the drawing board' on Sally.

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