Reflections on a connection (for TD)
Khepera del Sadico © 2007

She told me, "I have to go pick up a friend at the airport. He's coming in for the conference so I'm going to give him a lift to the hotel. Wanna come?" I told her, no. I was exhausted and desperately needed some rest to recover from the activities of the day. We'd gone to workshops, socialized, and even volunteered together to serve as waitresses at the casino royal. I'd driven for about 4 hours earlier and was running on empty by then. I needed some rest. She headed out and told me she'd catch me later.

Later, about 1 hour later, she came into the room and shook me. "Wake up! We just got back. I want you to meet my friend. His room is across the hall and he's settling in." I protested. She insisted. I caved. I thought to myself, "I'll just say hello then head back to hit the sheets." We walked the few feet to cross the hall and knocked. He opened the door, we walked in, I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes. I did, however, peep that he was a cutie, which helped to perk me up a bit. I immediately checked myself mentally and reminded myself that I was just here to say hello, however, I did wonder what the story was with the two of them. I knew she had a Daddy at home, so I wondered what the connection was. I worked it into the conversation casually. She revealed that he was a Dom that she'd been corresponding with for some time who was quite skillful and well respected, according to very reliable resources. She intended to play with him at some point during the conference and was quite looking forward to it.

We sat around, talked about our children, our vanilla passions, our moral perspectives on a variety of things, our BDSM passions. He continued to unpack all the while. As we shared our lives and loves, I spotted a variety of matching flogger sets in a a multitude of colors. I immediately began to feel tingly. I love floggers. They are my favorite sensual toy. I noticed that he had a large number of sets. I'd never seen so many come out of one person's toy bag. He asked me what my favorite color was. I told him "green". He produced a green pair. I was pleased. I told him that floggers were my favorite and wondered where he'd purchased them. He revealed that he made all of his floggers. I began to get wet. He asked me if I'd ever used one. I told him about my own personal collection. He began to swing florentine style. I began to pour. I was grateful that no one could see my physical reaction, but I imagine that I began to flush. Everything shows on my face. I think they could both sense that I was beginning to go into heat. She smiled and asked him to practice on her. He did. She moaned, her pleasure obvious. She closed her eyes and gave in to the skins. I watched, wishing I was her.

She suggested that I join in. I blushed. She encouraged. I undressed. I pressed my body against the hotel wall and waited. I heard the whistle as the florentine swings began. I felt the breeze as he perfected his aim before connecting. The whistle got louder, I tensed in anticipation, and then, the softest kisses brushed my flesh. I held my breath, waiting. The kisses continued to rain down, becoming more frequent, more insistent. I waited. The rain became more angry, more heavy, more brutal. I exhaled. My skin became hot under the pounding blows. I wondered what I'd done to deserve the heavy hand. I promised, in my head, to be good and not make the mistake again. I pleaded, in my head, for mercy. I swore I would behave. I screamed, in my head, please! What have I done! I begged, in my head, for leniency. I cried, in my head, that I deserved every blow, and vowed to endure all that he administered. I grit my teeth, I moaned, I growled, I never protested. I didn't say a word. It ended. I was flying. They helped me to the bed. She held me. He held me. We relaxed together.

There were some firsts that night. Varying forms of fire play. He taught, we learned, we felt, we talked. We held each other, we rested, we never crossed the line. We bonded.

It was a night of connections. He touched me on a personal level. We listened to each other. We had more in common than play. We genuinely liked each other as people. It's the only reason I felt comfortable enough to go there. There was no pretentiousness, no bravado, no bragadociousness, no bullshit. Just real people with real lives and common passions. It felt right, like a favorite easy chair.
I'm glad we met. I hope we'll meet again. For now, we correspond as much as technology allows. Thousands of miles separate us. Perhaps one day...