The Wall - Part 1

Mister showed me the wall on a Friday night.  We were video chatting, talking about everything under the sun and I was thoroughly enjoying it. We don’t often have a chance to talk like this, conversation with no agenda.  About an hour into our conversation Mister says,  “I want to show you what good girls get to experience.”  He picks his computer up and walks through his house to the front room.  Hmmm, I’m thinking to myself, what is he doing?  He enters the front room.  I’ve come to think of this room as an extension of him.  This room has such a powerful, calm, loving energy about it.  Okay, I’m thinking to myself, he’s in the front room. I’ve been in there before, not much to see.  The front room is very organized with little furniture and no clutter; minimal and open.  Oh, but just like with Mister one must look deeper.  Mister points his computer to a beautiful tapestry that is hanging on the wall.  For many months now I have been looking at that tapestry.  I’ve noticed it as a beautiful piece of art.  Mister pulls the tapestry aside.  My breath catches as I see what is behind the tapestry.  Mister has a wall with eye bolts and hooks attached at various locations.  Before my mind can even acknowledge what I’m looking at, I can feel the sexual energy in my body starting to zing.  “This is what good girls get to play on,” Mister tells me as he pans his computer camera across the wall.  Oh my.  My mind has stopped working as my body has already placed itself on the wall.  I’m a good girl, I say to Mister. He smiles and says, “Are you now?”  Yes. Yes I am.  And just as quickly as Mister decided to show me the wall, he puts the tapestry back in place and he and his computer leave the room.  Oh yes, this room is an extension of Mister … organized, open and loving … and one must look deeper, as there are powerful, beautiful, complex facets hidden in place sight.  

It is the weekend and I am on my way north.  “Enter through the side door when you get here.”  The text from Mister appears on my screen just as I’m pulling up in front his house.  I take moment in the car to quiet myself and center.  I enter the house and Mister is there.  His hug envelopes me. Ahhh, I will never take these hugs for granted.  I can feel his deep, dark energy today. More and more frequently Mister has been greeting me with this deeper, more complex energy.  I love this energy.  He is taking me to places that I could never go on my own.  “The price of admission to the wall is experimenting with electricity.” he tells me.  Whew, I think to myself  Not something that I ever thought of as erotic. But I have learned that what Mister wants to play with is always erotic. Yes, I respond.  Let’s play with electricity.

“Leave your things here and let’s go into the front room. But, first we must put your collar on.”  Mister places the leather around my neck and buckles it.  He leans in and kisses my neck above and below the leather.  Oh goddess the feel of leather around my neck … the feel of Mister leaning in ... I am going to that place of quiet and focus.  How does he do this?  He whispers in my ear, “And Vivian, I want you to crawl there.”  Ohhh. Why do I always struggle with this request?  I breathe. For him …  I will do this for him. I lower myself to the floor and start to crawl to the front room.  “Slowly Vivian, slowly. I want you to entice me with that beautiful ass of yours.”  I breathe, trying to calm my mind and stay in the present.  I crawl across the living room floor, exaggerating the sway of my ass.  The door to the front room is open and I cross the threshold on my hands and knees.  “Good girl,” I hear behind me.  The way he says those words ‘good girl’ sends sexual energy zinging through my body.  Simple, everyday words, yet when spoken by Mister have such power over me.   

“I’d like you to stand and present your arms to me.”  I stand with my arms out.  I know what is coming.  “I want you to ask me for what you want Vivian. Tell me what you want.”  I hesitate, this is never easy for me, but I am learning.  I want to be bound to the wall so that I can’t move and I want you to use your wonderful, scary toys on me … I want to experience lots of sensation.  “What else Vivian?” he asks.  I want to experiment with electricity today. And I want you to make me cum.  “Oh it will be my pleasure,” he grins.    My arms are still outstretched, begging to be bound.  Mister waits just a moment longer before he takes out the leather cuffs.  I watch him put the cuffs on my wrists. My breathing quickens.  I am concentrating hard on staying in the moment.  Deep breaths, in out.  What will he do to me today? Even as I am thinking this thought, I can feel my body responding to the possibilities. I am so aroused.

“Go stand in front of the wall.  Face the wall. Arms up.”  I do as he directs.  Mister starts to undress me, my shirt and then bra come off.  His hands are circulating the energy throughout my body.  He is caressing and scratching my arms, my neck, my face, my back.  Caressing and scratching my legs and ass, he removes my jeans and thong.  Oh the arousal that was focused in my cunt is beginning to move throughout my body.  Again, I have to ask myself, does he know how his touch affects me? Too quickly he stops.  “Keep those arms up Vivian.  Lean forward,”  My tits are now touching the wall. He attaches the leather cuffs to eyebolts in the wall.  He takes a leather strap, ties it to the ring on the front of my collar and attaches the other end to a ring on the wall. My mind goes deeper inside my body. I’m learning not to question why I like this sensation of being bound.  It just is.  Mister pulls at my nipples, hard. “I want you to stay present with me Vivian,” Ahhh, the pain/pleasure.  “Take a step back from the wall. Today I want you to entice me with your ass,” he directs.  I step back and wiggle my ass at him.  He bends, attaches leather cuffs to my ankles and then the spreader bar  “I don’t want you to be able to close,” he says.  “Until you’ve learned how to control yourself a bit more, I will control your opening and closing.”