“beautiful woman with a strap on harness…”

While I was away, I met up with another lovely submissive who lives in the same city as e. We had been emailing for a few months after I sent him a compliment on his thoughtful and original posts on Fetlife. The fact that he happened to live in the city I was travelling to was a convenient coincidence.

I had planned to meet him regardless of how it went with e because we got along so well, but I didn’t consider him a potential submissive: I don’t scatter my attention, and my focus was solely and completely taken. Still, I liked him and since I so rarely find men that I actually *want* to meet, it seemed serendipitous that I would be in his city.

We had vaguely planned a friendly meet up and chat over a drink, but we ended up getting along really well and we saw each other three times: initially for a few drinks at a bar; then for an indoor picnic (he cooked and brought a cute little picnic basket full of goodies!); and then he came over to help when I was packing up to leave (this translates to listening to me whine about packing, making me grilled cheese, and listening to me whine some more).

I was going to write a thoughtful post about meeting him, but then he made the monumental mistake of writing this wonderful email about the time we spent together. It is much more fun than anything I could write, and it is also sweet and fabulously flattering, so I am appropriating it for this post.

This is an extract where he describes ‘moments/images burned into [his] skull’ [italicised square brackets below are my comments].

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1. Your outfit the first night, the second you first opened the door.

[my amazing new corset with jeans]

2. Then helping with your shoes.

[um… once I have the corset on, I can’t bend down properly to put shoes on (I am not experienced at this steel-boned-corset-wearing gig), so I had him do it. This was sweet because I actually love having a man deal with my shoes.]

3. At the bar, your laugh and smile about fifteen or twenty minutes in – it wasn’t a hair flipping thing, but you leaned back with a smile and a laugh that I suddenly sensed your genuine ‘you-ness’ I suppose. I dunno. It’s like you made the room lighter.
4. Then there was the moment where you were making a point and you reached over and hooked your finger around mine and didn’t/wouldn’t let go immediately – anyway, that tiny moment seemed to last forever – I woulda been happy if it did.
5. Then not long after (and I not only caught myself when it happened, but I felt super guilty after). But the way you were sitting with that corset and the way it was buttoned and how it fit, you had a fair amount of side inner boob going on – and I allowed myself to glance just for a nano-second because I had convinced myself ‘dude, she knows… whatever’. So then i looked and like I said, I felt really bad. Then ‘Dave’ or whoever showed up and tried to make out with us.

[‘side inner boob’… that’s generally called cleavage… just in case you were wondering… And Dave was definitely trying to make out with us!]

6. At the picnic, obv the snap/point/command/epicness I had previously mentioned.

[we were talking about role play and I demonstrated snapping my fingers, pointing to the floor beside me, and saying ‘kneel’, and I asked him if he would call that role play or not. Even though I was just showing him, I knew that if I had intended it as a command, he would have eagerly and happily kneeled for me. It was one of those sweet moments where you both know, you know? Yes, one of those…]

7. Then the sweet kiss goodnight was entirely unexpected and it literally in that moment made me feel like my chest was filling with a flight of butterflies. True story. I have no idea how I made it down the stairs and to the car. But yeah, I could have fallen asleep standing up with my head pressed into your shoulder and neck.
8. Then the finger scratchy toy thing (which might be my favorite thing in the world). When you were like ‘here feel this’ it was immediately electric. Seriously. That thing is genius.

[it is totally genius! A fabulous solid stainless steel finger claw for sensation play]

9. Then of course the tiny whip thing. I was shocked how much I liked the sound.

[a beautiful leather slapper… I had just bought this and the finger claw while I was in a sex shop earlier in the week… fun!]

10. Then there was a moment where you got tired and just sat on the corner of the bed, semi-tuckered out. I dunno, maybe I drank some kool-aid, but that was so effing adorable.
11. [When I was packing (and he was there to help), I put on my awesome new harness (over my jeans, come on!) because putting on an awesome new harness makes even a hateful job like packing better, and he had said it was tortuous, and of course the torture extends to me asking ‘tortuous because…?’]
    
    It was just with the whole harness thing, that was, well, every time I had to stand up, that was like having a sixth grade boner only to be asked to do a math problem at the chalkboard.
    [this still makes me laugh]
    
    Let’s see – beautiful woman with a strap on harness… I guess there’s that part. But also it was the whole ‘Wheeee, isn’t it fun’ thing that made it all feel like, and don’t take this the wrong way, but ‘home’. And I mean that in a way that means comfortable and everything in its right place. And in that moment there was a recognition that yes, home is a place where the woman I love merrily bounces around the house wearing a harness if she wants to, just because she likes to. That was perhaps the greatest lesson. And that’s perhaps the ‘torture’. Not having ever had that before in a relationship and but knowing that’s what makes sense… again, what makes ‘home’.
12. Also, and I’ve no idea where this comes from, but every time we hugged, it seemed like I was breathing honey. Not all crazy in my face, just a gentle scent of honey. I thought I was trippin’ until I realized it again the last day.
13. Then finally saying goodbye. Or my stalling saying goodbye and your sweet kiss and hug once again.


Wow, I’m going to stop typing now. I really do tell you too many things. But seriously, who else am I going to tell? I figure I must go to the source. What else makes sense?

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*smile* So yes, I met a boy, he was incredibly sweet, we got along swimmingly.

And also… *swoon*