You Had to Ask

I thought we could try something new on the ol' Dominant Seventh homestead today. Not that we've run out of stories to tell or anything (we'll be going on and on about each other for decades to come, I have no doubt), but just to mix things up a little.

So: let's play "Ask Irch and/or k." To participate, all you have to do is ask a question in the comments, and we'll do our best to answer them. Here's your chance to determine the content of this blog, at least to some degree. And you know how hard it is for Dommish types like me to relinquish control, so seize the opportunity while you can!

Banner Headline

Hey did y'all notice the beautiful new banner across the top of the blog up there? Yes, just like the last one, that is the work of photoshop artist and subbie extraordinaire k. Beautiful no?

a quick 17 syllables about it (and again I suggest you all try a haiku today. It won't hurt, I promise!)

You rest, finely tuned,
bursting with potential song
my hands will draw out

some haiku

Here's a little sequence of haiku that I call "sitting in my office remembering an awesome blowjob from a few weeks ago"


Rain plummeting to
pound on the window - I think
about your sweet tongue

Tightening my lungs,
as the rapturous flood of
memory rises

The moment - pristine,
unordered, bright - threatens to
burst through the levees

Ecstatic release,
so intense... Today I sit
at my desk and just type.


Haiku Challenge 2008
I think that we need to have another little round of erotic or D/s-related haiku, like was done a while back in this space. Rather than tag specific people, I want to throw it open to anyone reading. Take a moment, do the 5-7-5 syllable thing, it really doesn't take long. Post it on your own blog, or at the very least put something in the comments here.

Let out your inner poet and let's have some new words for the new year!

Potentialities

Romantic k and I have entered this new phase of our relationship, where the distance between us has a fraught urgency that didn't exist before. On the other hand, there's a solid surety to things, a tangibility that's new in its own way. And these, combined with the fertility of our imaginations, has led to some truly stunning phone play recently.

The deep ache I feel for her flavor, her scent, the twist and arc of her body beneath mine, on has grown ever more intense, and that need plays itself out in hundreds of ways when we talk on the phone. Her submission shines through in her voice as it always has, and sometimes it feels as if I'm trying to perform a magic trick: transforming sound waves into a more tangible physical phenomenon. The "imaginary space" that we share (and have long shared) when we are in IM or on the phone, is based more and more on things that we have truly experienced. That makes it all so smoking hot, and then afterwards heartbreaking when it fails (as it must) to live up to the high-water mark of skin-to-skin contact.

When we are playing together over the phone now, the sunbright memories of our time in the bedroom (and out of it) streak through and illuminate everything I think and do and say. The texture of my sexy k's hair when I thread my fingers through it, the rich heady scent of her pussy juices, the taste of her neck, the plush fullness of her lips, the heft of her breast in my hand, the resilience of her assflesh when I swat it with my bare hand, the sly motions of her fingers over my stomach, the quickfading marks my teeth leave on her pale skin, the fit of her body to mine when she clings to me, the swirl of her pink tongue over the head of my cock. But beyond all that, it's the way that her submisison informs every motion and expression, the way her eyes seem to be surrendering at every moment.

And there's a certain optimism in our phone sex now as well - a sense of limitless potential. We have a long history of imagining things together, but never before have we known with this solid certainty that the things we imagine can (and in most cases will) come true. The thrill of this can't be underestimated - yes we made good use of our time together, but of course there's always an endlessly deep wellspring of more desire, more things to try, more delights to savor. To some extent, glorious k and I are using the phone time as a chance to experiment, to attempt activities that will likely come to fruition in some form the next time we meet. Or the time after that.

I deeply love my woman, and I cannot wait to be with her again the very moment that it's possible.

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks

I am a lover of words. Ever since my Irch started this blog and first had me start posting here alongside Him - i have wanted to create the beautifully composed and wonderfully eloquent things that He creates each time He blogs here. And not simply because i am jealous of His easy way of stringing words together to create a symphony of love and meaning - but because i want to tell you all about the wonderful and amazing heart stoppingly wonderful Man who is my Master and all the things that He does to make my life a little better every single day.

I want to tell you about that moment when i knelt at his feet - so completely sure of myself and in us - as he slipped that collar around my neck. I want to tell you about the rush of love and desire that overwhelms me each and every time i catch sight of my collar in a mirror or in a reflection.

I want to tell You about the sweet times we've spent lying in bed together for hours talking and laughing and teasing one another. I want to tell you about the look He gets in His eyes right before His mouth covers mine in a breath stealing kiss - and the easy way He overwhelms and dominates me whenever He wants.

But most of all - i want to tell you all how truly amazing, life changing, wonderfully, soul touchingly, and heart achingly wonderful it is to know that i am loved beyond any shadow of doubt by a Man that i love and desire more than anyone else in the entire world. To know that He wants me as much as i want Him - and not only that but i belong to Him. I wear His collar around my neck every single day - i am marked as His. He loves me enough to put His name on me. To show the world that i belong to Him utterly and completely.

I want to tell you all about that, but i never seem to be able to find the words.

Beds and Collars

I had bought myself a new bed back in August, and I was enjoying sleeping in it. Firm mattress, cushy pillows, dark rich colors for the sheets and all that stuff. Lots of room to stretch out and I slept smack in the middle of the bed.

Since luscious k's visit, though, I noticed that I've continued to sleep on the one side of the bed where I slept while she was here (there was a lot of entangling of limbs as we slept and half-slept, of course, but I was the one closest to the door when she was here, and I am still on that side almost 2 weeks later). A shared bed is a sacred space for me, I guess. Quoting Yeats for the upteenth time here: "the crushed grass where we have lain/and the moon is wilder every minute" pretty much sums up how my thoughts are completely wrapped up in my sensual k when I even glance at the bed, let alone lay in it.

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It's been over a month since my first meeting with sweet k, and I still haven't talked about what was one of the most precious and powerful moments of that trip. As those of you who've followed along here for a while know, I bought her a collar about a year ago, when we were still online-only (you can read about it here if you like). Unfortunately, she was only able to wear it for a few weeks before horrible things happened in my life and I altered our relationship drastically. But once we started picking up the threads again, one of the first things I asked her was if she still had that collar (ok a necklace, to be technical) I'd bought her.

The answer was yes.

And on my last night visiting precious k's city, I asked her to kneel for me, I placed that collar around her neck, hooked it in the back, listened to her pledge her submission to me, and claimed her as my own with words I can't recall now. This was a little impromptu and unrehearsed "ceremony," not particularly about love (except how everything between us is always about love), but about realizing out-loud the special trusting bond of D/s in our relationship.

My hands should have been shaking and I should have been stammering, but I felt completely sure of myself and her. It felt like the completing of a circle, like the pull of gravity. By this I don't mean that it felt like "fate" as it's commonly understood - some outside force pushing us willy-nilly along a predestined path. No, this was something actively and robustly created by the two of us, and snapping the clasp closed felt like the fulfillment of a shared desire. Because of that, it was easy for me to be confident - the moment was the realization of an emotional truth we already knew.

k will tell you that she has only taken the collar off in order to pass through metal-detectors at the airport to come visit me. I get a powerful frisson of lust and Domliness whenever I see her wearing it, or even think of its constant presence on her warm body. That's my love, my comfort, my control, my guidance, my support, all encircling her, 24 hours a day.

New Geography

One of the nicer side-effects of unique k's recent visit has been that the world around me has been transformed to a greater degree than before. Since we were online-only for so long, I never was able to have the kind of "place memory" that I do now.

Sure, there are a few places that would spark reflective moments: the spot outside my workplace where I'd often call her on my breaks, the laundry room I was in when she texted me that she had just orgasmed for me at 8pm like I'd instructed, that sort of thing.

But now I've had my delectable k in the place where I live, actually physically present eating at my table, sitting on my couch, sleeping (and not sleeping) in my bed. And beyond that, she's walked through the streets I walk through every day, visited various neighborhoods of the city where I grew up (and heard tedious stories of my childhood ad nauseam), went to restaurants I've been to before and will go to again. My workplace was closed for the holiday period, or we'd have stopped in there too, I'm sure. I pointed it out as we went by, anyway.

There's a whole erotic map superimposed upon the geography around me now. Something personal, full of love and passion for one particular woman. She's a part of my daily living space in a way she hasn't been in the past, and we have started creating our own shared history in locations I've had associations with my whole life.

Last night we were chatting in IM, and flirtatious k pointed out to me that I was sitting on the couch where we had been making out just a few days ago (actually even more than just making out, but I'll leave that to your dirty imaginations for now). I was struck by a deep satisfaction that we have these real sensual memories, undeniable and fixed in space and time. Simultaneously, I had pangs of longing that were sharper and deeper than I've ever felt.

There was a fluidity to things when we had never met in person - the flow from being "together" online and just "keeping in touch" with texts and emails was a relatively easy one (in retrospect, anyway). It was fulfilling and beautiful and I wouldn't trade it for anything, but it's just not the same as being together in the flesh. Now that we have begun imprinting our love and devotion onto the map and timeline of the world, it's more of a struggle to make that shift to the long-distance mode of being.

I ache for k's touch and scent and sheer unimagined physical presence often, but it's the ache of postponed fulfillment, one that all lovers know at one time or another. I am adjusting, so is she, and now we have a surrounding world dotted with markers of our love and lust. It's a sublime experience, and I can't wait to expand that map further, fill it in with a million details over time.

building castles in the sky

So i've just gotten back from my rather long and a bit upsetting trek across country to return to my home town - oh so very far away from my Irch. He asked me to make a blog post when i got home, possibly just to give me something to think about on the way home so i wouldn't get emo about leaving.

In any case, i've been thinking about what i should write about since i got on the first plane this morning, and now hours and hours later i'm still not sure. Irch and i were talking about that a bit this weekend, it's hard to blog now that we've been together in person - because there is just so so so much to say now, it's hard to pick and choose what gets said and what doesn't, and it's hard to narrow each entry down - it feels like it'll take ages to cover just that first weekend we had together, and now we've gone and had another one together.

I am going to try and be brief though, and no i won't get to every amazing and wonderful detail about this weekend, but i do want to focus on something that was different this trip compared to our last trip.

Apart from the obvious - my visiting Irch instead of the other way around - this trip was different in that it was just He and i. The entire weekend was just the two of us, we got to go out together and come home together and sleep together - we got to do every thing together without having anyone else around to interact with.

On His visit, Irch spent time at my place with my friends and roommates - and that was fun and wonderful and so special to share that part of my life with Him, but this ... Sharing an entire weekend alone together, now that is something special.

It's nice sharing time together with friends and family, but call me selfish, I adore the time we get to spend alone together. Irch made mention of one of the days we spent entirely in bed, that was just so wonderful - and i don't even have to mention all the orgasms and things that went along with that - just being able to be close to him like that, curled up under the covers, kissing, tickling, laughing, and just talking - that was probably my favorite point of the weekend.

I adore my Man, in more ways than i could ever possibly tell any of you, and just being with Him is simply my favorite thing in the world.

Just the two of us.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year everyone.

I am a little melancholy at the moment, having just taking my vivacious k to the airport for her trip home 2000 miles from me.

But we had the most magical time while she was here - got to do a few touristy things, spend one whole day in bed, and went out for a great New Year's Eve night. The singer in the band we went to see even came up to us between sets to let us know she was watching us making out - heh. I'm still just overwhelmed by k's beauty and magnificence and submission every moment of every day.

I kissed the woman I love and own at midnight last night. This is our year.