A Connection

[cookiecat]

To find such a connection is an amazing thing. Be glad you had that together.

Take the very best of care.

- cookie

[Ozme52]

TY cookie.

[milaura]

that was beautiful

[orchidsoul]

I am so happy that you both were able to share something so rare. As painful as it is, try to remember you are fortunate to have experienced such beauty together.

I'm sorry you're both hurting...

[Ozme52]

I am hoping that once she has resolved things to her own satisfaction, we will still have this connection between us.

And if not, the memories will be sweet.

[jeanne]

I am hoping that once she has resolved things to her own satisfaction, we will still have this connection between us.

And if not, the memories will be sweet.

I am resolving things to my own satisfaction.

The connection is stronger than ever.

The memories are sweet - as will be the new ones we create.

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I'm grateful and happy to be Yours again.

[Ozme52]

[Mairead]

Reading through this thread, I am amazed. I actually have tears in my eyes. I just hope I can experience something that true and intense someday.

[claire]

Congratulations! I am glad things worked out for both of you.

[tydnchaynz{NSXX}]

all i can say is "WOW!!!!!"

Thank Y/you both so much for sharing such personal and at times painful memories with us! Y/you guys are an inspiration!!!! This is the most beautiful thread that i have come across since i've been here!!! Not everyone can be lucky enough to find what you two have, but it's the *hope* of it........the *possibility* that it might occur.......that keeps people coming back even after a bad experience!!! Thank Y/you both again for letting us into this very special and meaningful area of Y/your lives!!!!

*goes off to find an outfit that matches the green tint to my skin*

[Ozme52]

Green tinted skin?

[Perfect Day Elise]

Oh. My. God.

I can't believe you two are back together - am so pleased!
I'm so interested because I'm (as far as I can tell, reading between the lines), in a similar situation as Jeanne, and have been hoping for a happy ending, to give me hope whilst I resolve things to my
satisfaction.

Congratulations to you both! Would it be very impertinent to ask that you both keep writing occasionally, as you bring such happiness to those who read your work?

Good Luck,
X

[jeanne]

Oh. My. God.

I can't believe you two are back together - am so pleased!
I'm so interested because I'm (as far as I can tell, reading between the lines), in a similar situation as Jeanne, and have been hoping for a happy ending, to give me hope whilst I resolve things to my
satisfaction.

Congratulations to you both! Would it be very impertinent to ask that you both keep writing occasionally, as you bring such happiness to those who read your work?

Good Luck,
X

Thank you for the lovely words, Elise. I wish you the best of luck in your own quest to find happiness.

I'm sure I will be writing more - He requires that I do so often. Unfortunately it will be some months yet before we are able to be together again. ~sigh~ Needless to say, I'm yearning for that moment.

[jezabel]

That was one of the most personal, erotic threads i have ever read.

I hope and pray that one day both your dreams will be fulfilled and you will be together

Thank you so much for sharing

jez xxxx

[sidhewolf]

I am resolving things to my own satisfaction.

The connection is stronger than ever.

The memories are sweet - as will be the new ones we create.

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I'm grateful and happy to be Yours again.

Congradulations and Blessings to You Both!

Respectfully~SidheWolf

[steelish]

*fanning self*

[Ozme52]

Thanx jez,

Also sidhewolf

steel1sh, bring that fan over.

[damyanti]

I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.


All the best,

[jeanne]

I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

Hahahaha! Actually - this is too funny because it has a germ of truth in it. He actually asks for my opinions, and claims that I have good instincts, which He trusts. I'm so very fortunate!

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

Oh this would not be pretty. Not at all.

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

I never, ever, ever do anything I shouldn't be doing. Never ever. Nope, not me. After all, see #9 below.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

Yes, he does. But the nice thing is - I have freedom in that - because he trusts me to behave in a manner that reflects positively on Him.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

Another hahahaha! When He says it doesn't...I'm crushed. No arguing, only atonement.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

Sure.....

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

LMAO!!!

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

Why would I want to talk Him out of it? His "just because I want to" things are soooo satisfying...

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

That goes without saying!

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.

I don't need to remind Him. He accepts it as a given, and His due.


All the best,

This was too funny, damyanti! Thank you so much for the smile this morning!

[tessa]

Unfortunately it will be some months yet before we are able to be together again. ~sigh~ Needless to say, I'm yearning for that moment.

Think of the sexual build-up, the erotic tension rising and rising (or is that the Wizard's pants ).

Because I know how much you want and need, I'm right there, yearning for you, jeanne.

Ok, and maaaaaaaaaybe because I want a picture.

[jeanne]

Think of the sexual build-up, the erotic tension rising and rising (or is that the Wizard's pants ).

Because I know how much you want and need, I'm right there, yearning for you, jeanne.

Ok, and maaaaaaaaaybe because I want a picture.

Oh tessa...for you, any number of pictures. And maybe a phone call (or two) because I love you so much, chickie!

And thanks for yearning for me. You'll be the one I cry on as the months go by and I stay on the edge...and become increasingly distracted, exceedingly needy, and incredibly horny.

[Ozme52]

Just so everyone understands that I am always reasonable... I won't "change" a word. Unfortunately... I'm a little colorblind... and when it comes to rules... green is keen.

I am so happy you found your way back together. Here’s to the best years of your life.

And just in case you are looking to make this formal in black and white, ...

Slave/Sub Contract:

1. Oz is always right, except when he isn't. When he isn't jeanne has the obligation to bring to Oz's attention his incorrect perceptions and false notions.

2. Jeanne has the right to hide any of Oz's toys she does not like. Oz then has the right to use the toy on jeanne...if he can find them.

3. Oz may be under the impression that jeanne has done something she should not have been doing. Jeanne may then point out that not only did she not do such a thing, but also is under strict obligation to tell Oz who did it, and he is to believe her.

4. Oz owns jeanne totally and has all rights to her body and complete say over how she behaves. Jeanne has the right to respectfully and politely request things of him, over and over again if need be.

5. Jeanne is to please Oz with every deed and thought she has and is to bring to Oz's attention that this does indeed please him, even if he says it doesn't.

6. Jeanne has the right to sign this contract on Oz's behalf, so as not to bother him.

7. Jeanne has the right to add to and amend any of these points, upon consultation with Oz,...even if he is not present for the consultation.

8. Oz has the right to use the " Just because I want to" reason for his actions at any time...jeanne then has the right to try and talk him out of it.

9. Oz is to remember that jeanne is a sweet innocent angel at all times.

10. jeanne has the right to remind Oz that she is totally guileless and above reproach. Everything she does she is to do for him and she can also remind him of that fact.


All the best,

BTW, jeanne's responses to the original post...pleased me.

[jezabel]

jeanne, i think youre gonna have a life of fun and mischief when everything gets sorted out.

Oz, Sir, ur very cheeky if i may say so, lol

jez xxx

[jeanne]

During the time that we were together, we were much more open about our relationship in another, now defunct, forum. Milord has asked me to update this thread with the writings I posted there.

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Our meeting in February.

Las Vegas is a city I'd never had any overwhelming desire to visit. The only reason that I decided to go there for work was that it was as close as I could get to Him. We'd have 8 days together. I'd work for 4 of them, but even then, the mornings and nights would be His. As the day approached, I found myself increasingly excited. The nerves were not nearly as bad this time as before Salt Lake City. I had a better idea of what to expect - and what was expected of me. Finally, the day arrived. I stepped off the plane, found my way towards baggage claim, and there He was. Everything inside me settled when He wrapped me in His arms.

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After arriving at the hotel, you realized that you'd left your camera in the car. I've gotten used to your desire to document our time together, milord. The embarrassment I used to feel has faded. (Not completely!) It pleases you - therefore I do it.

Before leaving the room, you gave me a task. "Position 1, jeanne, waiting for my return." I panicked! Naked or not? You hadn't said. Here or there? You'd not specified. Already I was worried about making the incorrect choice. Time was passing, though, and I had to do something. Not even doing the task because of fear of messing up wasn't an option. I quickly removed my clothes and assumed the position. It gave me a chance to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart.

When you returned to the room, you walked straight over to me where I kneeled. Wrapping your hand in my hair, sliding your cock in my mouth, controlling the depth, the angle...I felt complete. Completely me, completely yours.
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It was an intense night, milord. You seemed to find special pleasure in seeing how many times you could make me cum...over and over and over. And each time I'd finally catch my breath, finally settle a bit...you'd find a way to push me a little deeper. The collar. Feeling the restriction around my throat does something to my perceptions. The feeling of independence - something I don't even notice in everyday life, begins to fade. My focus sharpens, even as my brain clouds over. The bone-deep feeling of being yours increases. Then the leash. Lifting my chin so you can snap it on, hearing that sound, feeling the weight...I stop thinking of me as an individual. At that point, milord, I'm your girl. Your possession. Your toy. My only goal is to please you, in any way you choose. Finally, the cuffs. I had been anticipating feeling you wrap them on my wrists and ankles for the first time. As you buckled each one on, I paid close attention. I didn't want to miss one moment. How I loved feeling them, knowing that at any given moment, you had the capability to use them to control my freedom of movement. You experimented for a while, trying out different ways to attach them with clips, seeing how my body would bend into certain positions. I like watching you when you're thinking, milord. Your eyes take on a glowing concentration and when you catch me watching you, your smile contains mischief and happiness and command and threat - all at the same time. Gives me the most delicious shivers!

There was more this first night - a spanking, the clamps...but what I remeber the most is your pleasure. I could feel your happiness and satisfaction rolling off you in waves, milord. Each time I came, each swat I counted - asking for another, each gasp and groan and plea...was for you.

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I woke up the next day after sleeping in your collar and cuffs. Oh how much I'd enjoy waking up like that everyday, milord. They might as well be locked on - it would feel wrong to remove them myself, of my own volition. They stay until you no longer wish me to wear them.

Today you pushed me hard. At least to me it seemed that way. After our discovery in October of the perfect angle to get my throat to open for your cock, you promised that I'd get to practice often. On Sunday, (and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday) we did. Throughout the day I found my mouth full milord. On my knees, on my back, on all fours, bending over you...feeling that moment when your cock would slide past my gag reflex and down my throat, stealing my breath, taking my will, making me wet...

And when you slid your cock into my ass, milord...you know what that does to me. How it pushes me deeper, how in that moment I'd agree to anything you desired, how grateful I am for how and why you use my body. And later, fucking me, picking up the dildo and filling my ass again, so that I was stuffed completely...you release my inner slut, milord, the animal part of me that aches to be fucked and used and taken, over and over and over...while I cum, over and over and over... It's embarrassing sometimes, milord, how you reduce me to one big bundle of nerves and needs.

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I wanted to finish writing about our time together in February before leaving for the beach in May, but everyday life intruded. Now...as wonderful as those 8 days were...they pale in comparison. My head and heart are full of memories of my time at the beach with you, milord. I treasure each moment. The marks you gifted me with are gone now, but the imprint on my soul is there forever. It was more than I could have ever imagined, more than I hoped for, more than I deserve. Thank you.

[damyanti]

It was more than I could have ever imagined, more than I hoped for, more than I deserve. Thank you.

Oh, Jeanne, I am really nobody to say that, but you deserve all the happiness in the world. Thank you for sharing your story.

[jeanne]

We spent a week together in May at the beach - my favorite place.

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Arriving at the airport felt strange. Every other rendezvous had started at the airport and I found that I missed knowing you were going to meet me there. I had to pick up a rental car, drive an hour to the beach, stop at the realty office and get the condo keys and then go to the store to buy some groceries so we'd have something to eat and drink. All I wanted to do was drive straight to the condo where you were waiting for me, but I knew if I did we'd end up having to leave again for food and drink and I certainly didn't want to do that - and I thought neither did you. After all, we'd always gone straight to the hotel room, ordered room service for dinner the first day and not left the room until breakfast the next morning.

So I completed my errands, trying to be mindful of what I was doing...but the biggest part of me was already with you. Finally I pulled into the parking lot of the condo and there you were! Finally, finally, finally. The sense of relief and homecoming and happiness I felt was palpable. To finally be folded into your arms, to finally be where I so much needed to be, to finally be able to take a deep breath...

I had no idea anymore how the week would go. Life at home had been more than chaotic the last few days, and I was reeling emotionally. We'd talked so much about this trip. I'd had such high hopes for the deepening of the D/s element of our relationship...and I didn't even know at that point if I'd be able to submit, if I'd be able to be all I needed to be, all you wanted me to be. I knew only that I wanted, needed, to try. That I wanted, needed to feel cared for. That I craved the acceptance you give me. That I craved knowing I could do something right, something to please you, something to center myself...which time with you, submitting to you, does for me.

Once in the condo, with the groceries put away, we talked. You are so open and honest and caring, milord. When you told me that it was my choice to submit, and that even if we spent the whole week together platonically you would still enjoy your time with me, I knew what to do. That wasn't what I wanted, milord, and it sure as heck wasn't what I needed. So you set a couple of ground rules: first, that the beach was mine and anytime I wanted to be there I only had to say the word and we'd go. Second, that anytime I needed a break, or time to myself, or a listening ear, or just a hug, you were there. You gave me everything I needed milord. Freedom to talk, freedom to be, and most of all, freedom to submit. If I didn't love you before, I would have just because of that understanding and acceptance.

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Gosh, milord...when I think about this week together, the glow I feel inside could rival a raging fire. You gift me with your Dominance, with the knowledge that you'll accept all of me, and bring out in me my true self, my real self. A submissive. Your submissive.

We started out slowly. I was struggling and you could see that. My heart was so anxious to please you, but my mind was getting in the way. That first day or so I couldn't take much. The clamps were incredibly scary to me and I couldn't submit well to them. I apologized to you because I felt that I'd disappointed you with my inability to easily, gracefully submit. It wasn't for lack of trying...I simply was unable to give completely. I remember your response - that I wasn't to worry, that you were always pleased with me, and that I'd be fine. Well, I was. By the end of the week we'd gone farther, shared more than I thought possible.

The birthday spanking - well thank goodness you decided to break it up into two parts! The first 100, mostly with the big flogger, had me gasping and fighting to hang on, milord. That flogger is so heavy! And yet, even so, I was ready for you when I finally counted the 100th stroke. So very wet, so very needy, so very "please, fuck me, milord...please". And the fact that you were concerned about the evidence left behind, milord - the marks, the bruises, the welts, that you were worried that you'd gone too far...that only makes me want to take more for you. To assure you that there is no too far, that the path we're on makes me happy, that you make me happy, milord. (I have to admit that I was sad when the last of them disappeared shortly after I returned home.)

The rest of the spanking, later in the week, mostly with the paddle, was a challenge of a different sort. You delight in using the paddle on my thighs, knowing that it's a deeper, sharper sting than what I feel on my bottom, and that I'll struggle harder with accepting the pain. You like to see that, to see my desire to please you override the pain and turn it, somehow, into need and want. Having to ask for each blow is so very hard towards the end, when my brain is telling me how much it hurts. It's humiliating in a way, how my need to please you becomes so overwhelming and how incredibly dripping wet I get. Feeling each stroke while the fire on my skin and in my head grows and my normal reaction to get away grows and I realize I can't, because it would disappoint you and my cunt gets wetter and wetter and wetter and I'm almost in tears from the pain and the need to be used by you...oh my. Writing this now, I feel that same need to submit, milord.

After a day or two, we'd established a routine. Pretty much the same as always - I'd wake up and make coffee, take a few minutes for myself, then bring you a cup and snuggle up. As you wake up, you'd really wake up, milord. All of you. And my day as yours would begin. You like feeling your cock engulfed in my mouth in the morning...and you would. You like laying back and being ridden while holding my arms behind my back...so you would. An hour (or two) later, we'd shower (you like being bathed...and I would) and I'd make breakfast. I enjoyed cooking naked for you. I now define naked as "no clothes, wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and collar"! It was comfortable and felt right. I was rarely without them while we were indoors. Each time you'd put them on...I don't think I'll ever be able to feel your hands wrapping leather around my wrists and ankles and not react deep inside. Every time something inside me seems to settle into place. And when you'd remove them, for a shower or to leave the condo, I'd mourn the loss of that feeling.

Later in the morning, it was downstairs to the beach! I love the beach. We'd stretch out on the big towel, watch the people, chat, read, nap...it was lovely. I was so pleased to share something I love so much with you. And sometimes, if you chose, you'd play. Whispering in my ear, reminding me I'm yours, getting me wet and then letting me come. I would feel so helpless and yet so powerful - it's a feeling I can't really describe.

Back upstairs, later in the day, back in the collar and cuffs, we'd hang out. Maybe online, maybe sitting on the balcony, sometimes talking, sometimes not...it was all so peaceful and comfortable. Sometimes though, you'd want me first. Right then, on the bed, over the table, on the couch or the floor or against the wall. And each time, you'd take a little more. Push my pain tolerance a little harder in big ways and small. You'd enjoy watching, milord. Seeing what I'd do, what I'd take, how much I'd give - and I hope you got the answer you wanted. Everything.

I've never actually 'worn' (is that the correct term?) the butt-plug for more than a few moments at a time...and never while going about my everyday life. So when you told me to go get it right before we were going to the beach, I was a little (okay, a lot) apprehensive. The whole process of bending over, feeling the lubricant and then feeling you slide it in was quite an experience in itself. Because I knew it wouldn't come out until you decided. Walking out the door of the condo, riding downstairs in the elevator, walking out to the beach - how it felt physically, and how you watched me with that satisfied look on your face was exciting. Already I was ready to go back upstairs. But I was determined to stick it out and show you that I could be strong and able. By the time we laid down on the towel, it was beginning to feel comfortable. But, the more comfortable it felt, the more needy I felt! I was soaking wet and could feel the nerve endings in my ass reacting...which makes my whole body feel alive and hot. As I lay there, I couldn't help but squirm. I tried to be still, but my body had a mind of it's own. I could feel your pleasure, milord. In the way you looked, in the way you spoke and the tone of your voice - it was everything I had in me not to beg you to take me back upstairs and use me hard. Then you began to drive me even higher. You use a tone of voice when you ask me things that tells me that not answering isn't an option. Describing the physical sensations and mental effect only made it all stronger! Drawing orgasms from me as I lay there, trying to be still, trying to not draw attention to myself...I think I lasted maybe an hour before I was begging. Begging you to take me, to use me, promising anything for the exquisite torture to end. "Will you beg properly?" you asked me. I hadn't yet, I hadn't been able to do it. "Yes, milord, I will. Just...please!"

Finally we went back in. Up to the condo. By now I was nothing but need. I couldn't think, I could barely speak, I was hardly breathing. We went in and I removed my bathing suit while you reminded me that I knew what to do. I did. You'd previously told me what you wanted to see. Me, on the floor, begging in the proper position, with the proper attitude, with the flogger and the paddle.

Gosh, it was hard to do, milord. As much as I wanted to please you, as much as I needed to please you, it was still hard. But when I was finally on the floor, offering myself to you, begging you to use me in any way you see fit...I was happy.

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We met again for a weekend in June - but it was cut short by external events. Between then and now we were apart for a time, and it was painful to be without Him. I felt lost and adrift.

Now I am His again...and our next meeting is in January.

[Zarine13]

What a beautiful story. I'm so very happy for the both of you, that you were able to find each other and recognize that you fit so well.

That first meeting .. wow just wow! Your experience sounds like something out of a fairy tale! Truly wonderful!

[thrall]

*fans self*....

[Ozme52]

Ask her about her birthday "present". Also while we were at the beach.

[thrall]

OK........

So what was your birthday gift from Oz, jeanne???