A Connection

[jeanne]

Tomorrow.

[love2serve]

Ozme, that was truly beautiful, what a lucky girl - and you are lucky too, to have a gift so rare and use it to such powerful effect.

[Ozme52]

Tomorrow.

In four hours.

[Ozme52]

Ozme, that was truly beautiful, what a lucky girl - and you are lucky too, to have a gift so rare and use it to such powerful effect.

Thank you.

[Pearlgem]

Have a fabulous time, you two, the Charles and Camilla of the forum! Don't forget the batteries. x x

[Ozme52]

Have a fabulous time, you two, the Charles and Camilla of the forum! Don't forget the batteries. x x

I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or not pearlgem.


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Okay, it finally happened. jeanne called me a pervert this morning.




I made her...........








...make me a cup of cold coffee this morning.

[Ozme52]

And a sadist too.





No more hot coffee for her!!

[DowntownAmber]

What is it with you and the cold coffee?? You can't sue anyone for spilling cold coffee in your lap, after all...

[Pearlgem]

I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or not pearlgem.

Please treat it as such. I love you both x x

[leah06]

Please treat it as such? Didn't exactly answer the question, Pearlgem, did you?

[love2serve]

when i commented earlier on in the thread i had only read about your first encounter - having read back over each time you met (sometimes more than once i might add - just to make sure that i could savour every wonderful detail) i have to say that this thread is just about the most beautiful and erotic thing i have read for ages - if not EVER. The feelings of submission felt by jeanne are so detailed and totally understood by me and Oz - wow, just wow. I so hope that the two of you continue on your journey unhindered by real life difficulties and that we hear much more of your story.

[Pearlgem]

Please treat it as such? Didn't exactly answer the question, Pearlgem, did you?

*ahem* Oz and jeanne, you are both wonderful, I wish you every happiness and I love you both very much.

(but I don't want to hijack this thread crawling every third post)

[jeanne]

I'm so laughing at you both, Pearlgem and rachel. You guys tickle me to pieces - and no comments in this thread are considered by me to be hijacking.

[jeanne]

Milord, one of the most important things we discussed before meeting again was atonement. I needed to atone for asking for release. Although we had not discussed details, you told me that it was something that needed to be disposed of immediately - that you too needed my atonement. It wasn't exactly punishment but was not to be a pleasant experience either. But, it was necessary for both of us to feel fully 'us' again. For me to feel completely yours again.

I can't describe the joy I felt when I saw you at the airport, milord. I felt so hesitant yet so needy. I planned to stay so calm and cool, milord. And what happened? As I approached you, sitting in the waiting area, my knees grew weak. By the time I reached you, all I wanted was to be wrapped in your arms. I practically fell into your lap, didn't I? Feeling your strong thighs holding me up, your strong arms wrapping around me...I felt safe and happy and home. As if I could finally, really breathe.

As soon as we entered the room you put me on my knees, between yours while you sat in a chair...took my throat in your hand and put your face right up to mine. Told me I was to never leave you again. That if I asked for release again you'd beat me until I changed my mind. Now I have to admit, a part of me at that moment thought 'yeah, right'........until you slapped my face. Again and again. And spit in my mouth. That shocked and surprised me - and I realized you were extremely serious. Thank God you were - I needed that, milord. Then you stood up, bent me over, and beat me 5 times with the rod portion of a crop. Hard. It was brutal, milord. And I was fighting back tears, fighting to not shame myself by begging you to stop. I was still crying when you said you forgave me and then fed me your cock so I could thank you properly.

Thank you, milord. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for keeping my submissive heart firmly in your grasp - and for knowing and understanding that I needed to know how deeply I am yours.

[suchaminx]

jeanne - I was almost crying as I read this - thank you to both you and Oz for sharing this with us

I am so happy for your both

love and ~hugs~ minxy xx

[tessa]

I did cry. Still am.

Mercy.

jeanne...Oz...~looks at you both~...beyond words.

[shayna{L_D}]

jeanne wonderfully written. I would have cried if i wasnt at work. (lol)

[jeanne]

He knows how to get to me in ways no other ever has. He just reaches inside me and grabs hold of my deepest, most treasured, fragile self.

One of the things I remember most was how much we laughed. Several times I was to the point of tears, lying in the floor curled up, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Of all the gifts you give me, milord...helpless, overwhelming laughter is one of the very best. The fact that you 'get' my teasing, that you understand that give-and-take and enjoy it as much as I do...wow. D/s isn't all serious and somber and deep - sometimes, at least for us, it's light and silly and joyful. Thank goodness.

[Dea Menrfa]

Wow. I think my heart stopped for a second or two while reading that. Such passion.

[Ozme52]

Milord, one of the most important things we discussed before meeting again was atonement. I needed to atone for asking for release. Although we had not discussed details, you told me that it was something that needed to be disposed of immediately - that you too needed my atonement. It wasn't exactly punishment but was not to be a pleasant experience either. But, it was necessary for both of us to feel fully 'us' again. For me to feel completely yours again.

I can't describe the joy I felt when I saw you at the airport, milord. I felt so hesitant yet so needy. I planned to stay so calm and cool, milord. And what happened? As I approached you, sitting in the waiting area, my knees grew weak. By the time I reached you, all I wanted was to be wrapped in your arms. I practically fell into your lap, didn't I? Feeling your strong thighs holding me up, your strong arms wrapping around me...I felt safe and happy and home. As if I could finally, really breathe.

Twice before I have met you at airports.

The first time I waited where I could watch you approach and watched you looking for me. In your nervousness you never saw me, so I approached and stepped in behind you and whispered in your ear. Your surprise intense, your reaction skittish like a young filly.

The second time I waited where you couldn't miss me and the smile on your face lit the enclosure, vast though it was.

This time, you were coming back to me, so I waited where you had to look to find me. I waited where you had to walk to meet me and put yourself into my hands. I sat and didn't stir. It was for you to cross the chasm between us.

[Ozme52]

As soon as we entered the room you put me on my knees, between yours while you sat in a chair...took my throat in your hand and put your face right up to mine. Told me I was to never leave you again. That if I asked for release again you'd beat me until I changed my mind. Now I have to admit, a part of me at that moment thought 'yeah, right'........until you slapped my face. Again and again. And spit in my mouth. That shocked and surprised me - and I realized you were extremely serious. Thank God you were - I needed that, milord. Then you stood up, bent me over, and beat me 5 times with the rod portion of a crop. Hard. It was brutal, milord. And I was fighting back tears, fighting to not shame myself by begging you to stop. I was still crying when you said you forgave me and then fed me your cock so I could thank you properly.

Thank you, milord. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for keeping my submissive heart firmly in your grasp - and for knowing and understanding that I needed to know how deeply I am yours.

We had talked briefly about how you would atone and you said you wanted to think about it but never brought it up again. So when I asked you what you had considered and you had nothing for me, it reminded me of how angry I had been that you had left me... how angry I was that I let you leave against my better judgement.

How much the words 'never again' meant to me and that they should mean as much to you... all you described above was an outpouring of six months of needing you to understand... and now you do.

You call the crop brutal, and perhaps it was because of the intent behind it. It needed to be unpleasant... it had to exist outside of anything we'd ever done for pleasure. I've actually never cropped anyone like that before (outside of a scene...) and when later I learned your previous enjoyment of being cropped (by another, before me,) had to do with the stinger... and not the rod... I could only roll my eyes... had I known, you would have received but a single stroke as a symbol.

But I didn't know that you didn't realize a cropping meant the rod. You took five... no less because perhaps you were too stunned to react to the first three, no more because more would have been punishment instead of atonement... and you'd already been forgiven.

And it was perfection. What came before didn't matter. Only the future is of concern.

[leah06]

But I didn't know that you didn't realize a cropping meant the rod.

I didn't know that either, Oz. If a cropping is being hit by the rod - sounds like caning to me - then, what's it called when you use the flappy thing at the front?

I come to you, as always, with my bdsm questions, knowing that you will have an answer.

[Ozme52]

I didn't know that either, Oz. If a cropping is being hit by the rod - sounds like caning to me - then, what's it called when you use the flappy thing at the front?

I come to you, as always, with my bdsm questions, knowing that you will have an answer.

A minor correction? Like when correcting posture. A tap here, a tap there.

Maybe it's just semantics... but in my vocabulary, one gets switched with a switch, tawsed with a tawse, caned with a cane, flogged with a flogger, whipped with a whip, and of course, cropped with a crop.

Crops, btw, flex differently and impact differently than canes.

[violett]

jeanne - I was almost crying as I read this - thank you to both you and Oz for sharing this with us

I am so happy for your both

love and ~hugs~ minxy xx

I can do no more than echo minxy's words - thank you both

[orchidsoul]

You guys really make me melt and weep...

again, so happy for you both to be back with eachother.

[jeanne]

You used me so many times, milord, that I became sore and swollen. And each time it hurt a little bit more...and each time I wanted more. The ache, the pain, and most especially, the humiliation as I realized that I wanted it - it was all that I needed.

How often did you open me up? With your fingers or your cock...a little more each time until finally my entire cunt was red and raw, my clit so sensitive to the slightest touch, that any stimulation, any touching, hurt. Yet made me wet.

One afternoon was particularly hard, milord. You slid a finger inside me, then another...I wanted to pull away but I could not. Instead I found myself pushing down on your fingers, wanting more and more. God, it hurt. You kept going deeper, opening my cunt more, stretching me wider, asking me if it hurt - and when I said yes, your response was "Good. I want it to hurt." Then you told me to come. Through the pain, through the fog, through my desire to withdraw...I did come for you, milord.

When finally you withdrew your fingers, I was so relieved yet I missed them inside me. And then when you told me that you'd almost been fisting me - and that you would have except that you thought removing your fist would be too much for me...I wish you had, milord. I give you all - everything you want. My pain, my pleasure, my laughter, my tears, my pleas, my orgasms, my body, my mind, my soul, milord. Yours. To do with as you choose.

[jeanne]

I need to give you my pain, milord. To look into your eyes as you hurt me, and know that I won't say no.

I hope you will fist me next time. Please.

[Ozme52]

Actually... what I said was I wasn't sure if I got it all the way in that I would be able to get it out again.

I would rue a call to the paramedics and the ensuing ride to the hospital.

Besides... my fingers can reach every square inch of your pussy... it almost matters not.

[shayna{L_D}]

Besides... my fingers can reach every square inch of your pussy... it almost matters not.

idk what anyone says, that statement was fucking hot.

[jeanne]

I'd had nothing in my ass since the last time you were there, milord. You had decided you wanted that particular part of my body to be for you alone. I was so ready for you to claim me completely...but I knew it would hurt. It had been a long time.

The night before, you told me. Told me you'd be fucking my ass the next day. Told me it would hurt. Told me that you were temporarily taking away my safe word for the act. That I needed to just take it, no matter what.

I did take it, milord. It did hurt. The first time...I had forgotten how it can hurt. And yet...I became dripping wet. Even as I was saying, over and over, "It hurts, milord", my cunt was saying "More".