Still Not Asking . . . !
» Prior Relationship
I’m using this partly because Alexandra and I both like it. I took it from the home page of a ProDomme. I think she may be someone I exchanged emails with because she read my main personal weblog some long time back but I can’t remember her name. Maybe you know who it is? 
Alexandra and I figured we’d both do some reviewing of how things worked out while she was here. I guess I’ll kick that off.
Some weeks back I pledged to be better about asking for what I want. You might say, don’t I mean begging? No.
We spend most of our days together outside of D/s. Begging isn’t the right way (at least now) to transition from what Ira Gershwin called “girl and boyment” to Goddess and slave. Begging would assume we were in F/m space. Demanding. Not that the idea of begging to worship isn’t a huge turn-on.
We’re both pretty empathetic, polite people. And who more so than with your lover?
We both know that what she has on her feet can be partly a signal. The fuzzy purple slippers say “no.” Black knee-highs offer promise.
Every time I thought I was about to kneel and ask I’d put it off. Either we were talking or I wanted to make the mood was dead perfect. I best sex writers have written many fat volumes on the danger of waiting for that ideal instance.
Resting my head down on her chest became one gentle signal of desire. I enjoyed the humble posture and it could be gracefully ignored (not that she ever did). I’m chagrined with myself for not sitting on the floor besides her more. Even without D/s it isn’t as if I get tired of rubbing my cheek across her legs.
Sometimes I’d spin off into a glum funk. Something I’m feel a bit of shame about. My last relationship I fear has drained me of my ability of cope with erotic frustration. The inexhaustible patience I once that was once a source of pride is impaired.
My hunger is something I wish Alexandra found empowering. Knowing that when she takes me to my knees she’s granting a boon no one else can. But it is for her to explain her feelings in her own weblog should she wish.
We’ll be back together - not soon enough! - and will work together some more to help me more able to help her evoke her dominance.
Right now I just wish I could run my fingers through her hair.
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