Friday was my twenty-fourth birthday. Honestly it was the best birthday I can remember having. I although I’ve got a bit of a stomach bug that’s been going around. I spent the better part of the day trying to get over than so I could enjoy the evening with Tavi. I spent my time couch potato-ing, playing Skyrim, then taking a nap before I got myself cleaned up and depilated for our date.
With myself scrubbed up and my apartment tidied, I waited with my yet-unopened birthday present on my bed for Tavi to arrive. When she texted me that she was here, I was simultaneously receiving Birthday greetings from my cousin and so it took me a few moments to see that Tavi had texted and had to dash up two flights of stairs to let her in.
She was gorgeous. She always is, but she had gotten done up especially for the occasion. I’m not one to fawn over clothing and I’m always perfectly happy to submit to her torments whether she’s in a bathrobe or a bustier, but well, it has an effect. Opening the door to find her in heels, stockings and a pencil skirt stopped me in my tracks. I believe I made what she affectionately calls Derpface.
Back in the apartment, I got to finally open my Birthday present. Which arrived a week ago and has been burning a hole in my brain ever since. We got my first play collar! and it’s lovely, here look at this picture!
I’m really happy with it, it’s burly and bold. It feels strong, secure and I don’t know, manly? It’s heavy-duty and masculine feeling collar. It fits me, you know? I’m just pleased as punch.
I had told Tavi that all I cared about my birthday was spending it with her, not having to make very many decisions or drive. I let her pick out a plan for the evening and was happy just to be with her.
We went to the CSPC again. While the public scene isn’t really the most comfortable place for me (I have difficulty feeling at ease around people I don’t know well) It was a venue where I wouldn’t have to be stifled.
We hung out and chatted for a bit, Tavi new a few people. I had met a couple others. Eventually we were looking for a space to play. Even though it wasn’t crowded that early all the furniture was either occupied or directly adjacent to set ups that that looked like they’ed take up space.
While we waited for a couch to open up, She started on me. Tugging on my nipple rings, pinching my sensitive under-arms, biting my mother-fucking ears (that might be the worst.) I’m fairly certain she was enjoying making me scream in public, but I was only vaguely aware of the other people there.
A couch became available and we we claimed it. Or rather Tavi claimed it and I knelt in front of it. I think we went straight into her punching me in the chest. Which hurts, and it is difficult to kneel and take over and over again. Possibly cause I was a little sick, or possible because it’d been a few weeks since we’d had any significant play, but I was really flinchy, taking only three-five punches at a time before I’d dodge or hide in her lap.
I felt bad that I wasn’t taking more for her, she looked a little upset, that I wouldn’t stay still and I started to think about her being disappointed in me, that and the pain, had me crying pretty freely before long.
After a while, we moved to a back room that had beds and bit more privacy. We were the only ones back at the time and so we made the bed and stripped down a bit further for birthday spankings. I lay on my stomach and hugged a pillow as she set about reddening my ass with a wooden spoon. I couldn’t tell you how long this went on, only that I was before long sobbing into both pillows as she beat every inch of my poor ass.
Eventually, she asked me how I was doing and if I still wanted my birthday spankings. I said I did, and she said that because she was nice they’d be bare-handed and that I was to count twenty-four, twelve on each cheek. Bare handed isn’t so bad, I didn’t need to hesitate for anything other than the last couple spanks per cheek. Knowing this of course, She decided that I needed twenty four with the spoon as well, which was harder for certain, but still not as difficult to count as when she did my chest weeks ago.
Afterwards there were cuddles and kisses and comfort. It really was exactly what I wanted for my birthday. We cleaned up and dressed and made our goodbyes and when up to Capitol hill for dinner. We got a corner booth at Cafe Presse and shared a lovely candle lit dinner, with me still sporting my collar. If anyone thought anything of it they gave no sign.
Over dinner we talked about, lots, but mostly our relationship and where it is headed, where we would like it to go vs where it is likely to go. Just a good solid check-in for the most part but it gives me a lot to process. Some of the limits we set initially have already been crossed, some are becoming obsolete and some need to be checked I guess.
Basically there were a bunch of things that I wasn’t keen to do if this was going to be a casual thing. Now, it’s not casual, it may not last forever, but it’s hardly casual. So we’re getting a little more serious. Tavi brought up that she would like to move into doing more of a D/s thing. Which is awesome, that’s really what gets me going, and since it no longer makes sense to hold off on that for fear of getting attached the only thing holding us back is… How much can I submit and still maintain my no sex before marriage limit?
It’s not that she would push (although, we both think about it a lot, but that’s a whole post in itself) but if we start doing D/s, set up a contract, put her in charge, get me a training collar, am I still going to want to say no to something we both want?
It’s not something that has to be decided immediately, but it gave me lots to think about.
On a final note, I had dinner with the parentals this evening and I told my mom that I was seeing someone and that she has another boyfriend. It went pretty well, though Mom is probably coming down next weekend to take me shopping and I expect to be more heavily interrogated then.