first time - the boys

i'd had my shower before last night's entry and was just drying as i typed it up.

i met Ms Simone, as agreed, in the tranny-skull. we had a couple there before tam appeared to give us a lift to the club. one problem with travelling in a vehicle with two Dominant Ladies is that They - and only They - have the right to choose the music.

so, all the way there, i was beset with some vicious rnb nonsense of Stella’s. of course, They made me sit in the front beside tam, so They could relax and stretch Their legs. worryingly, Ms Simone seemed to know the words to a lot of this garbage!

i think we may have to discuss this. as a possible hard limit.

the club was great fun. there were a couple of tam's congregation there, dead pleased to see him. i introduced Ms Simone to them as tam did Stella.

as i understand it, they've long regarded tam as up-the-food-chain from them. i'd say half of them are vanilla - and the other half submissive. so it must be kind of strange for them to see tam in a subservient role.

still it wasn't a bad night. the music was only mostly awful and a couple of times, it almost hit "bearable". Ms Simone and Stella went into a sort of "goodness gracious me" routine about Whose sub was the best, trying to outdo Each Other with exorbitant and hard-to-prove claims about how obedient and faithful tam and i were.

of course, it soon degenerated into how inexperienced we were, how economical we were to operate.

"all Mine eats is sand!" shrieked Stella.

"sand?" Ms Simone raised an eyebrow. "You have to go all the way to the beach to feed it?" She tossed Her head. My one's happy with earth from My garden."

it was one of those nights where the whole thing shoots past. one minute, you just got there and are busy scatter-firing hellos, the next, the music's gone slow and it's time to saddle up.

tam dropped us at Ms Simone's. the least said about that cd of Stella’s the better!

actually, this might be a serious issue - traditionally, the journey to-and-from any fetish club should be an opportunity to play music that doesn't make anyone want to self harm.

Ms Simone was tired, so i made Her a cup of earl grey and knelt at Her feet while She relaxed with it. She was tucked up in bed and i was wrapped in the single duvet within an hour of us getting back.

it had been a long day, so i went straight to sleep.

i was up early, just after eight, to get things ready for Ms Simone's breakfast. She'd told me She wanted to sleep til ten, so i did a few dishes and tidied the detritus on the coffee table.

i used the time to let my mind drift to my Ex. when i take it out and look at it now, there's no pain at the severing of the good times. more a sense that it had been both fun and a learning curve - for us both.

the differences between the Ex and Ms Simone are staggering - i realise i'm surprising myself with the equal depths of feeling i've had for them both.

at different times, obviously.

i wonder how much i've changed over the last few years on my own. could i even handle a high protocol, silent service relationship these days? would i even bother to try?

it feels, i think, like a closed chapter in my life. what She offered sounded exciting and different to situations i'd been in before. as, i guess, Ms Simone's does now.

i'm not the person i was back then. and, just as that was my perfect relationship then, this is ideal for the present day.

i heard Ms Simone moving around just before ten and put Her toast on. i took it up at ten past and knocked on Her door.

"enter." She called out and i walked into the room. the door slid back silently behind me.

Ms Simone was lying in bed, a pale yellow dressing-gown around Her shoulders. a small netbook lay on Her lap and a cigarette curled smoke from an ashtray beside it.

i put the tray i was carrying on the bed beside Her. She pointed to the floor beside Her bed and i knelt.

we chatted, amiably enough over Her breakfast until it was time for Her shower.

after Her shower, She shouted through for another coffee and told me to bring it to the sitting room and wait for Her there.

i don't know how long i waited before i heard the door open and felt the air move slightly around me where i knelt.

"eyes down" She said and as i obeyed, i saw Her feet and ankles move in front of me as She sat on the low couch.

after a few long, tense moments, She told me to lift my eyes. on Her lap was a short whip i'd never seen before.

"have you ever been beaten with a sjambok before?"

She was smiling.

i shook my head.

slowly.

She continued smiling, lifting it up closer to my face.

"kiss it." She said.

i did so.

She told me to choose a piece of music for Her to beat me to. i thanked Her and went to my bag.

the whole room felt spongy and unreal. i picked out metgumbnerbone's "ligeliahorn", more on autopilot than anything else and returned to hand it to Her.

She inspected it and handed me it back. motioned to the dvd player.

i slid the cd in. pressed -close- on the remote. held onto it til the sound started. raised the volume slightly.

i knelt before Her and handed Her the remote. She was leaning back.

everything felt like a dream.

***** *****

when Ms Simone told me i could stand, conflicting emotions fought it out in my psyche. there was no denying i was glad that it was over, but at the same time, i wanted it to continue. wanted to show Her the strength, the resilience i had for Her.

if i'm honest, some of it was wanting Her pleasure to continue.

She led me to the couch and worked me into a semi-foetal position, my head resting on Her chest and shoulder.

instantly, i felt secure and protected. cared for. calm in the knowledge i'd pleased my Goddess.

i don't know how long we lay like that, holding each other.

as i came out of it more fully, Ms Simone shoo-ed me to the kitchen to make coffees for us.

we lay together on the couch. it felt weird being on the furniture with Her, but also right, being beside Her. both at the same time. and neither.

oh, i know what i'm trying to say!

we remained there all evening. watched "ichi the killer", which looked good, but kind of washed over me.

Ms Simone got up and fetched "my" duvet before She went to bed.

i wrote this lying Here.