Sparks Fly: A Post By Heron

Bound. Helpless. You wait for me.

As the neon crackles to life, your eyes widen.

Is it in fear? Anticipation? Perhaps a little of both?

Tracing your curves, I run the glass along your flesh.

You gasp as the static torments your body.

Sparks fly.

One moment you are moaning in agony, the next in ecstasy.

Your breast rise and fall as your breath quickens.

Again the glass strokes your flesh, grazing a nipple, your stomach, your back.

One moment you pull away, the next you strain forward eagerly awaiting.

Again the wand hums. Louder this time.

Sparks fly.

You slump forward as I give you a moment to recover.

Only this time, I am one with the wand.

I am the conduit.

I stroke you with my hands or brush you with my fingertips.

Finally I touch that spot that desperately needs caressing.

Static arcs from me, tormenting your flesh.

You scream.

Sparks fly.

Later, when you are safely tucked into bed I pull you close to me.

I softly smooth the the hair back from your face.

Leaning closer, I brush your lips with mine.

Our eyes lock.

Sparks fly.

If The Trees Could Talk

The task had been set for weeks. No longer could I wrestle with the conflicted emotions in my head.

Today had to be the day.

No more stalling...

No more waiting and hoping He might change His mind.

Though this task was not something completely foreign to me, this time would be different.

This task would push the limits of my exhibitionism. 


At first, I can only hear the sound of my heartbeat thumping wildly in my ears. Despite the fear clutching in my chest, I slowly remove all my clothes and stand completely exposed amongst the trees.

Then, off in the distance, I hear the soothing roll of thunder.

I begin to focus on the rustle of leaves dancing in the wind.

I try to relax, savoring the feel of a warm summer breeze caressing every inch of my skin.

Crouched down and leaning back against the rough bark of a pine tree, I touch myself, just one of the parts of me that is yours.

Even though my mind is still on alert, still somewhat worried that someone might see, my body is already on the edge.

As I get closer, I can focus only on you and my all consuming need.

My desperate need to do what pleases you, because in the end, that's the only thing that matters..  

You may not be close enough to hear but I whisper into the wind, "Daddy, may I please".

Wipeout

Now, I have an idea of how I picture my service.  It's probably a bit unrealistic but I would love to be that graceful and elegant slave who is flawless in her service.  I want to be the woman who is collected and poised in all that she does, always the image of perfection representing her Master well in all situations.

The other night around dusk, Daddy and I were out jogging and came across a couple of deer on the trail we were on. It's not uncommon in our little corner of suburbia for deer to be out freely roaming in and around our neighborhood. These creatures are stunning and I am amazed by their grace and beauty each and every time I see them walking through the woods.  

They noticed us and bounded deeper into the woods then stopped, keeping a close eye on us as we passed by.  I commented to Daddy about how I wish I could be as graceful as these beautiful animals.
He said, "I think you are".

I laughed and asked, "Have you so quickly forgotten about the incident on the beach?...a moment you said you would never forget!"
 
So, let me back up a little bit.  We were out walking one morning on the beach and came across a little ravine in the sand that we could either hop across or detour around.  Honestly, I am vertically challenged so for me it would have been considered a jump.  Plus, knowing my tendency to be clumsy, I opted for the detour.

Let it be known...this actually was a well thought out and conscious decision to prevent doing something that would embarrass myself and/or Daddy.  But as we continued on Daddy picked at me for being chicken so naturally when we came back by that same spot, I just had to prove Him wrong. 

I backed up a little, to get some speed and momentum, jogged a few steps then launched myself in the air.  Just as I reached the other side of this small ravine, my foot hit the edge, sank down and sent my body flying.  I came to a crash landing on my entire right side.  It all happened so quick and I was in shock and hurting so bad, but all I could do was lay there and laugh.

How...utterly... embarrassing!!!

Of course, He was laughing too and everyone around me was trying not to laugh as they walked by.  He claims it was one of the highlights of our trip!  Let's put it this way, I fell so hard that my shoulder and hip were sore for days!

So you can see, my grace doesn't come close to rivaling that of a deer.

And Daddy decided to clarify his statement..."Well you're graceful when it matters"