Now What????

We had some miscues. I felt frustrated. Now overly sensitive, I was hesitant with her. The Master was gone. The geek in his place. We had a miserable failure with a bondage session. I tried to get a little advanced, and although we started off excited. My cock quickly shriveled with frustration. I lost my MOJO. Was afraid I would never get it back.

Finally we had a good frank talk. I have about 10 dialogues happening in my head at any given time. It's hard for me to share my feelings, because it's a bit overwhelming to do that. Half the time I don't know what I'm feeling and the rest of the time, I'm busy trying to make sense of it all. I must admit I have never had my IQ tested. I'm confident that I'm average, maybe a little higher, but who the fuck knows, I could be genius, that's my confident side speaking, or a fucking retard, that's my self doubt speaking. I do have about 8 more things speaking to me right now as I write this.

So finally we spoke. I told her my fears of hurting her, of ruining this dynamic again, of having lost this and never being able to revisit it again. We worked things out. I felt better. She felt better. We resolved the night of the safeword.

We moved back in to Master and slave. Then a few evenings later, while nibbling on her ear and back of her neck, I told her that that first evening when I had her in bondage was so damn hot that I wished that I could have taken a picture of her with the purple rope in the tortoise shell pattern on her white skin so that I could always remember it. Jerk off to it. Make it my desktop picture. Replace my collection of porn pictures that I jerk off to.

She giggled. She smoldered. She simmered. She boiled. Smoking hot. Later that evening she confessed to me that the thought of pictures of her in bondage was so hot, sexy and exciting that her lips were moist, not moist, her pants were soaked!

Technology. Digital cameras, computer, no need to leave home, no need for a developer to see the intimate shots. No embarressing moments picting up the photos from the developer. We got the camera out and rope and took some pictures. We played on photoshop for the rest of the evening, tweaking them, or what she has now fondly refered to as "Photoshopping Me!".
Sex, a natural extension after the build up was as spicy as it now has regularly become.