Nightsilver and margaret sitting in a tree...
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Note: Bold parts are a bit more interesting so if you want to skim, read those.
margaret and I started talking one month prior to us actually meeting. During the 31 days, we had ~500 minutes of phone talk time (yay night time minutes) and a ~2mb chat log. Figured I would post this to give other hopeful people who start online an idea of what might realistically happen. It was neither the fantastical dreamy situation many of us would hope for nor the nightmarish rapist/stalker horror.
I spent this last weekend in the company of margaret, and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it with the exception of her nagging me on parallel parking (and my apparent in ability to count).
Friday afternoon, 4:20 PM, I left for Chicago. I had spent earlier portions of the day packing, printing maps for running around town, and just generally frivolously passing time. I am sure the cats are thankful for the meticulous brushing given the heat outside.
Up until Indianapolis, the drive was pleasant and relaxed. Sure, I had to slow down for a few construction sites but none of them were backlogged. The annoyance for the drive was at mile marker 127 along I-65 just above Indianapolis. At approximately 1AM, I moved perhaps 1.5 miles in an hours time with 20 minutes spent in park.
I arrived in the wee hours of the morning though, and took some time to become acquainted with the hotel I would be spending the night at (which I never found), where the train stop would be (found 90 minutes later I was wrong here), where margaret lived (didn't go all the way since I ran out of time for being able to meet at the designated location anyways).
I called margaret at 5:40 AM. She began preparing for the day after having deprived herself of sleep that night by attending a shindig of math-oriented peoples. I learned where the train was finally, and managed to park the car; however, the train was running 20 minutes late. margaret missed her ride, and was starting to feel stressed, but fifteen minutes later than originally planned we stood face to face. I was at a loss for words.
We left union station hunting for breakfast among the wild, steel landscape of downtown Chicago. A lone waffle was picked off from the waffle herd, and soon eaten. There was an awkwardness between margaret and me, but through joking, eye contact, and sheer effort on both our parts it melted away.
After eating, margaret gave me a tour of the local park. While we waited for the art museum to open, we walked through a garden and over margaret's favorite bridge. We sat on a park bench, and cuddled. I sneakily, and completely unaware, broke the tension as we sat there. Before we cuddled I was feeling stiff so I rolled my shoulders and had my left arm (closest to her) in the air. I realized, "Hey, this is must look like I am trying to make a half assed attempt to put my arm around her shoulder and that I lack the confidence to do so..." I told her just this, and margaret 'aww'ed in response. I finished, telling her that "If I wanted to, I would just do it like this" and laid my arm on her shoulders. And, as we both realized just how sneaky it was, the tension was dissolved. She rested her head on my shoulder, and we enjoyed each other.
Important to note, is that I had already decided before even leaving what she would be wearing and margaret had bought a remote control wireless butterfly for Saturday. She was pantyless in a dress with ample cleavage exposed to the world. Furthermore, margaret has a cast around her foot.
When we went to the museum I pushed margaret wheel chair which gave me control over her movement. While exploring different art works (I love northern European renaissance and oriental while she loves the impressionists), I would have the butterfly vibrating away. At times I could smell her arousal. We found a few secluded moments in the elevator where I stole a few kisses and pinched the nipples. we did manage to find rooms that were empty for at least a few moments, one of which was behind closed doors with lots of pillars and faintly lit. Took some time to massage her back, scrap my nails over her chest, and throw in a dash of kisses.
Afterwards we ran around ran around town deciding what to do. [Removed intimate moment because she asked nicely and I felt benevolent.] We decided to retire back to her apartment.
She was pleased at the severe lack of axes, katanas, and other random weaponry (and bodies) in the trunk of my car. And so here we come to the part about me driving, and attempting to parallel park. Suffice to say, it was a exasperating experience and is now a source for which she will forever tease me (and spankings for her).
We walked into her apartment and began to play with each others bodies. I opted for us to take a break for a bit. We went to eat Middle Eastern food. I ordered fish, and when they say whole fish they mean the whole damn fish: eye, head, entire skeletal structure.
We returned back to the apartment where we started to play again. I had margaret start building up her courage on giving me a blow job. She continued until she was on her knees, hands tied behind her back (I learned how to do some tying at this point), and my hands rocking her head back and forward on me. She was able to take all of me into her mouth, but her gag reflex still won in the end. She threw up all of her middle eastern food (claimed it tasted better going down the first time, but I hold a slightly different opinion...). Did a quick clean up with a towel, untied her hands, and laid her head down in my lap while petting her hair. At this point she was upset, and then I happened to fart. Again, tension was diffused as we both started giggling uncontrollably.
The end of the day involved us both masturbating to orgasm, curling up, and going to sleep.
Sunday I woke before margaret, and I watched her sleeping. She woke up, made me breakfast, and brought it back to me in bed. She laid down over my lap, and I used her as a makeshift eating surface. Breakfast in bed with a touch of D/s thrown into the mix.
Together we spent the morning going to her church, and it was the first time I have been to a Catholic service (I was raised Southern Baptist *twitch*). It was different and interesting.
Afterwards, we were started getting ready to go out on the town for some more fun, but we ended up being distracted in the process. She tried pushing me away, ever so brattily, but I grabbed her wrists and pulled her with me and on top of me on the bed. At this point we were smiling and laughing. She was still being a touch bratty, and asked if I could flip her from here. I even gave margaret a better advantage by letting her pin me however she wanted to. I literally just over powered her and freed my arms before proceeding to flip her. I pinned her down, holding her hands held high over her head. I started kissing her and generally fondling her. I teasingly suggested she try to break free, and she could not free herself. If we had not agreed that sex was a limit before me visiting, I wouldn't have been able to resist stripping her and taking her in the heat of the moment. Since I am a switch, going from having no control and stripping it away from her and having all of the control was a very exciting experience for me.
We realized our distraction had gone on for quite awhile so we ran off to wander the town. margaret had the butterfly on again. As we rode on public transit, she napped while I just watched her. We rode in a ferris wheel, and we happened to find a Thai food restaurant. I ordered duck and plum wine; she suggested some noodles to share as well. It was my first time having Thai food, and my first time having duck. I loved both. And anyone who hasn't had plum wine, I recommend it. It is one of the few alcohols that I love. Oh, and the butterfly was running during dinner. I asked how she was feeling in ten words or less, she answered in ten. I miscounted (I could plead inebriation but seriously it was one glass of wine so that sounds worse...) eleven and she just had to tease me about it.
We went to see the Simpson's movie which just seemed to swell with BDSM influences. Before hand, we stopped in Walgreen's to buy replacement batteries. Now the butterfly was vibrating even harder, and was a bit audible during parts of the movie. Within the movie (spoilers hidden. click and drag if you want), Bart being tied up naked to a light pole while being laughed at for his penis size and Homer being tied restrained and beaten by trees in his hallucinations amused me.
Once the movie was over, margaret and I went to the lake. There was sand which we drew in. We cuddled and made out while listening to the gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore. I happen to have this inner romantic that I keep locked up deep inside of me. Apparently he broke free for a bit. ^^;
We then headed back to the apartment; this time we started with her pinning me again, but we had agreed when I pinned her I could do with her as I wanted. So, I pinned her and had the butt plug on hand. My plan was to use the butt plug and fuck her for the double penetration. The plug; however, had other plans. She didn't feel like staying in margaret's ass so I took that job up for myself. First I fucked her ass, switched condoms, and then I took her pussy as well.
An orgasm a piece later, we both nodded off to sleep.
Monday morning I woke up, again before margaret. I had been expecting to leave mid afternoonish since I had an appointment on Tuesday. I pleasantly discovered that my appointment had been pushed back.
margaret served me breakfast. I gave her a spanking with my belt this time the hardest I had done so far. She had this wimpy leather slapper toy as well that I tried using but the belt works better. In fact, one of the leather strips got caught between my arm and my chest while I had brought it back. When I brought it down on her ass, the strip pulled right out of the handle. margaret had reached back to cover her ass from me so I sat down on her next to the bed, took her hands, and held them down as I swatted her with my bare hand a couple more times. We discussed it afterwards, and came to the conclusion that she have handled it better mentally if she was bound and/or gagged.
I showered while margaret found a local amusement park for us to enjoy. I took one of the leather strips from the slapper, and I tied it around her wrist as a reminder of our fun this morning while we were out. Once we arrived, I parked along the back since it made it easier to find the car when we would leave.
We rode the carousel. Dealt with a couple pompous asses in the staff who felt that a girl in cast shouldn't be walking in it (she has a surgical shoe and it's not broken but being immobilized), but otherwise had fun as we wandered around, riding the roller coasters along with some of the sillier spinning rides.
I lead her back to the car, and when we arrived I kissed her hard and pushed her against the side. When we had arrived, I had chosen to park in a secluded area just so I could do this at the end of the day. I picked her up by her thighs and held her suspended in the air. I freed my hands by using my legs to support her there. We moved inside of the car where I had her topless, and giving me head when alas, I found we were not as secluded as I would have wished. Nor were the people who found us polite and respectful. I drove off and found a vacant mall parking lot. We were just revving up when we noticed mall security patrolling the parking lot. This time we were more proactive and just left before we were discovered.
We returned to the apartment where I took her. I had one orgasm early in, and was working on a second orgasm but I was too tired to actually do two in one night after the entire weekend (left hip had been sore for the last two days as well).
Tuesday morning involved tearful goodbyes. Yeah, apparently I can't manage to be the stereotypical man who hides his tears from the world.
Over the weekend I felt I learned a lot, and I can see where I have a lot of room to grow in the future. I have some mental blocks on some things due to society's training that I will have to work through (like slapping her face) as well. Both times we had sex, I felt like I should make her orgasm even though the context of the situation was me using her for my own pleasure (and on further thinking, I believe I wanted to make sure she knew that I am not going to be incompetent in the bed since anyone can just be a jerk (fuck her, roll over, and fall asleep)). I am also looking forward to learning more about bondage.
She wasn't completely subby nor was I completely Domly. It was a nice step into the world, and I look forward to continuing to learn with her and teach her.
A bit long winded yes which I am happy for because I had a lot of fun and enjoyed every moment of my weekend.
