Last night he told her to be home at 9. I arrived in Brighton at 7:30.
After last week's huge and deep conversation, I think there was a desire on his and my part to just let all of that heavy conversation go and just get to 'be' for a bit. Not that we were really letting it go, but rather, enough had been said about things, and it was simply time to do them.
Background to last night's story is an ongoing idea of Mr.Aloof's which should probably be elaborated on slightly. Basically in concept he wants to have a small and select group of people who play together. Obviously there is him and toy, then there is C. Then there are a couple of other people he is considering or I have heard of but not met yet. Now like any good club, Mr.Aloof has also decided that everyone needs a role and title. Generally this is something I don't care much for. I think I've discussed some of the name issues we've had previously, and frankly adding titles to that is just silly as far as I'm concerned. But he wants them and so he gets them, and I find I am amused and tolerate them.
But when he said I needed a title or role as well, my mind drew a blank. It just doesn't fit into how I see myself, or my interactions. There were some suggestions bandied about but I nixed all of them. Then I offered up some rather snarky solutions which were nixed by him. His criteria for my title was an indication that I was his, and of my role. So I wrote back, "Well what about pet?".
'Pet' sums up rather nicely how I see my submissive interaction. I think what I wrote to him was that a pet is just as likely to beg or do tricks for attention as they are to bite your hand. And that's probably just about right. I like doing things for my partners because I know it will please them and make them happy. And I like to do things for my partners that impress or amuse them. And I also tend to like to push at the boundary line to see just how far I can get away with being cheeky until the law is laid back down. I also pointed out to him that pets don't really care about roles or titles- they just are, and that also suited me well. And so 'pet' was agreed. And in further discussion of the evening that was yet to come, he indicated to me that the evening would be spent exploring what that role would mean exactly and he didn't really say any more than that and I didn't want him to.
So I got down to Brighton and made my way to their flat. Mr.Aloof met me and we went upstairs. He said he wanted dinner cooked for him and toy with whatever I could find and that he'd pop out to the shop if I needed anything else. I found some macaroni and some bacon and frozen broccoli and cheese and milk and butter and so I set about making a basic mac and cheese with broccoli. There was some time to kill so we both puttered around for a bit. At one point I came out of the other room and Mr.Aloof approached me and then pounced on me pushing me backwards over the arm of the sofa as I yelped and he came following after, pinning me down and kissing me roughly. That was fun- and showed how much tension and energy we were both sitting on, waiting to release.
My instructions were to have dinner ready by 9. Then serve it. Then, as they ate, I was to go into the other room and change into my green leather. Toy was late coming back as she can be fickle like that and didn't know that I was coming over, and Mr.Aloof was agitated, and I felt a bit bad because I couldn't really ease his irritation and knew that simply my being there was making it worse. I was also concerned that my makeshift meal was getting ruined as I kept having to add milk to it to keep it creamy and warm. But she did arrive at about half past nine and declared she was starving after a slightly startled 'Oh!' at my presence. So I dished up the food and poured some drinks and then left them to eat while I went to change.
As I changed I just listed to their conversation. I wasn't in any sort of rush. I was just curious. So when I was changed I left the bedroom and crouched behind them on the sofa. For about five seconds when Mr.Aloof eyeballed me and declared that I hadn't been invited into the lounge and to get in the hall where I belonged. Which to be fair, was only a couple feet from where I was. So I backed up just far enough to be across the threshold of the hall which clearly didn't suit. So he put down his bowl, got up, grabbed my collar and pulled me to the back of the hall with a 'stay there'. Still, the entire hall is probably just about my length laying down so I stretched myself forward so that I could still hear, and observe, but could easily push back to sitting in my spot at the back of the hall in an instant.
At one point Mr.Aloof went into the bedroom and I again stretched to peer around into that room and later toy did the same. But generally I was left alone as they went about eating and talking. But when they were done, Mr.Aloof came to me and grabbed the center ring in my collar and pulled me into the lounge and pushed me to sitting where he wanted me to be. He went into the bedroom again and came back and sat on the sofa behind me so I was pinned between his legs. He grabbed a glass of water and stroking my hair and pulling my head back proceeded to give me water from the glass- which was a precursor to putting on my gag. And then the hood over it. And then pushed me this way and that and finally to the floor. I was only there for a short while when he was pulling me up harshly and dragging and pushing and spinning me. Twice he spun me so I almost fell but was backed against a wall. Then all of this maneuvering got me into the bedroom where he tossed me across the bed and before I could even think about it the whip was coming down.
I knew he was punishing me for the dog photos. He didn't have to say it. I knew it was coming and when it came I knew it for what it was. I couldn't stop squirming around so he stopped at took my collared hands and tied one to the head of the bed on the side and one to the foot. This greatly debilitated my agility and roll-factor though I still managed to squirm my legs around and away, and also used my foot at one point to catch the whip and tangle it. Which only resulted in my collared feet getting the same treatment and so I was effectively face down and spread eagle crossway on the bed. And still the beating continued and I could do nothing now but yell and pull against my bonds.
This all seemed to go on for a while, and then it stopped. Well, it would stop for moments periodically and start up again. But then it stopped and I felt toy's hair brushing my new welts and her weight leaning on my body and I could hear and feel that they were doing things, though I couldn't really tell what. Plus they moved around. And perhaps I was distracted at her soft skin and soft hair brushing against me. And then they would shift, and perhaps I would receive another blow or three, and then things would pick up again. Again, this pattern went on for a while, when my hood was pulled up just enough so my gag could be removed. And I was given water again. And then I was pushed back and pulled up as much as my bindings would allow and Mr.Aloof was in front of me, pushing into my mouth and because of my restriction I had no place to move. And it was difficult and when I couldn't take it I turned my head for air and relief only to be punished by the whip or the belt. And then again. And again. And I was slightly distressed because I want to improve in this area but this was challenging and difficult and I was disappointed a little bit in myself, but it was okay.
And then I was released, though still hooded. And there were more tangled touches and activities going on. Mr.Aloof sent me to the bathroom and when II was punished for peeking and there was again an oral sex session. And again it was challenging because the angle was slightly off and my nose had gone a bit snotty from the previous activity which meant breathing was tough. And toy was beating me for encouragement. And so again, a somewhat unsatisfactory attempt which I did probably feel momentarily bad about because it is something I have an issue with and it's all well and good to know when you aren't quite getting it right but I still can't really tell when I'm doing things well. Though I was slightly amused at one point because toy went to whip me and caught Mr.Aloof instead who had flinchd and pulled back and this morning he said he had a mark on his leg which I thought was funny, but I digress. After this though and feeling a bit badly I was petted and held in contrast to how I was feeling about what had just happened which made me think it was actually okay after all. And I was given more water and then positioned between toy's legs and after some time, Mr.Aloof positioned himself behind me. First watching, then beating me, and then fucking. I do like that feeling of being between. Of how his violent activity is transferred through me to her. A chain of intense and physical connection. Though it's a difficult sort of fucking. One where you have to pay attention. But it's certainly worthwhile.
And then he took my place between her legs and brought her to a climax that way while I resumed my place beside them both slightly more worn. And there was a quite period of intimacy between them, and I think the conclusion was that he was going to do it to her again. And so I was only asked to hold her, and my hood was removed. And it was a slow process- I could feel her tense and relax in my arms in phases, her breathing even and then jagged. And then after a while, the tension became more frequent, the breathing harder, and she came again almost mindless in her intensity. Mr.Aloof pulled back and she twisted and I pulled her to me in a tight spoon and we stayed like that for a while, and Mr.Aloof came behind me and wrapped his arms around us both and it was again a quiet and intimate time.
But he wasn't done- far from it. And while toy recovered his attention turned to me- flipping me around to again take me hard from behind now with her next to me. And it was good to revel in it without needing to worry about doing anything else. And I adore how he can push me down so my mobility is negligible- and all I do is feel what is going on and be for a while and it's a rather floaty feeling while being all the time intense. He pulled off and went over to the bureau, grabbed something and came back. It wasn't long before I felt the cool slickness and I knew what was coming and I struggled to relax my body quickly. While Mr.Aloof and I have had anal sex before, it hasn't been for a very long time. I do have toys of my own that I use on occasion, but nothing recently. So it was a challenge to accommodate and there was a bit of pain but then, when has that bothered me? And I knew that I was clutching at toy who was stroking my arm and watching everything intensely as I was vaguely someplace else.
When he finished with me, Mr.Aloof went to the bathroom to wash off, and I lay on the bed twitching from the intensity of everything being held by and holding onto toy. And I knew that I was close and I didn't know how to ask. So I just sort of looked at her and let her see as my other free arm travelled down my body and between my legs and I got myself off with an arm wrapped tightly around her and her arms around me. And then I felt sated. Mostly.
And the evening started to wind down in a way. I was again sent to the hall and Mr.Aloof drew a bath while toy heated up more of dinner for a post-coitus snack. Due to the history of dog photos, a bowl had been purchased previously, before the whole conversation about 'pet' had come up, though now it seemed more fitting. Some of the pasta was put for me in the bowl and the bowl was placed in the kitchen and I was dragged over to it. I thought that they weren't looking so I was picking up the macaroni and eating it from my fingers but Mr.Aloof either saw me or sussed it out because he got up, got his belt and came back admonishing me for using my fingers and punished me there quickly before returning to the sofa. And so I ate the rest hands free. Then he went for a bath and toy poured some water in my bowl which I drank mostly correctly, though the last bit I had to tip the bowl or I couldn't have reached, and I was thirsty.
So I stayed on the floor of the kitchen watching a video while they bathed. Mr.Aloof got out first and came to the kitchen for this and for that and would stroke my head as he passed. Then he pulled me to the bedroom and showed me a pallet laid out on the floor next to bed and pushed me down to it. When toy got out of the bathroom I popped in to use it and when I came back they were kissing and stroking each other and I went to my pallet and just watched from the side of the bed as they went through their own intimate permutations. Towards the end Mr.Aloof pulled me up to the bed and told me to get under toy so I could lick her while he fucked her which is a position we had been in once a while ago. And then there was shuffling about and curling up and who knows what time it was but we slept.
Of course I didn't really sleep well. And removed various bits of green leather at various points in the evening dropping them beside me. I know I had bits of sleep but it was fitful. And Mr.Aloof was fitful as well so he got up even earlier than needed to do something in the lounge. Then it was getting dressed while trying to check out my new marks and the walk to the train station.
Luckily I took today off work, so I've just been lounging at home, though I need to go out and run some errands. And tonight is my office holiday party. So that's going to be a bit crazy and I'm going to try and get some sleep when I get back. But it should be fun.
Tomorrow I go back down to Brighton for the vanilla birthday party. Which should be cool. And I'm excited to give toy the choker I made for her. Though it feels a bit strange to see them again so soon. Still, it's cool. It was an exciting and excellent evening which reminds me why I think all the bullshit that comes with it is worthwhile.
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