The Spinster's Exploits

It all seems ages ago now, but life sometimes gets complicated with the everyday stuff as I’m sure most can appreciate.

So – the weekend after my birthday we found ourselves having a wonderful no-sex and no-erotic-play weekend of “blobbing” It was a later start than usual, as the cleaners came mid-afternoon. I was recovering from lunch with a friend, and my lovely “Established lover-etc…” was pretty chilled, so by the time we had a cuppa, somehow the “Bones” fest had begun and then more food… And Saturday was my Welsh group and lunch at nature reserve and more blobbing and so we drifted happily through the weekend with neither of us initiating anything or feeling we were missing out and it was lovely. Good to remember that the “friends” bit is central and – for some (us!) – “benefits” can include: cooking, blobbing, laughing, eating out, walks, days out, “Bones” or other binge of your choice, feeling loosely connected while he watches the rugby and I read my novel, culture, stupidity, serious discussions, board games and so much more…

I’d hate to lose my mojo, and I had been fantasising about trying out my new toys* on him, but somehow a drifting weekend was rather nice…

The following weekend also felt an odd one for us. This was one that the “weekend” started on Thursday as we went to a musical event on the Friday morning. Once again, we had a very blobby start which suited us.

And then somehow, he thought it was time for a belated birthday spanking. We’d joked about 71 of the best, but I think, by the time he’d tested out my new toys* on me, and had a go with some old favourites we probably got well over that number of strokes in!

It was both hysterically funny and very intense and the experience and cool room had me reduced to jelly by the end, followed by cuddles and an orgasm.

And so – in complete contrast – on the third weekend, I got my hands on him and got to play with my new toys. I started by cuffing him to the bed – had a bit of trouble getting at some of them, as they are now tucked under the mattress rather than hanging, as I don’t wish to continue to amuse the cleaners! He was on his front and deliciously vulnerable looking.

It was hard to know where to start, when I just stroked the underside of his foot and his reaction tested the security of the bondage gear! I couldn’t resist some further attention but decided to be kind – and of course I was aware that switchy play, does remind one of boundaries and what goes around, comes around. Never-the-less I do know how tough he is, and what rough treatment he gets elsewhere, so it was rather liberating to let rip with my toys.

I’d been a little disappointed with a cane that consisted of half a dozen slim dowels in a handle – felt more sensation than pain on me, so I felt secure to be heavy-handed and to my delight, my experienced sub man certainly felt it. I am obviously heavier handed than he was.

And – as expected – I was totally rubbish with a new thin and very long cane – like my old AS ones – very pliable but longer. A short black shiny cane – possibly plastic, was very satisfying to use and her was soon very red and stripy. A soft wood dowel with a rubber handle was similar to one I’d got from Amazon and obviously also cheap and from China – but had a satisfying effect.

I then got sidetracked with my older toys – I just love using a hairbrush and bath brush for a pretty rosy glow… And of course, there was now the pinwheel for leaving trails all over – including his just-visible balls – which he kindly made more available to me, by adjusting his position – he can be very obliging…

I decided to be kind, and give his red, stripy bottom a quick massage – leaving him smelling of my vanilla body lotion!

I kindly unbound him so I could attach nipple clamps and use the pinwheel on new sites – I was very impressed with his ability to cope with the pin-wheel on the head of his penis – I am such a wimp, but doing stuff to him is great fun I am discovering…

He thoughtfully gave me lots of lovely attention while I vibed myself to orgasm and I became aware of his erection. I decided to let him decide what to do with it and he decided on a wank – which I then decided to claim and spread the result over us.

And so another weekend approaches, and he is off gallivanting – love the word! – tomorrow at a Domme/sub event and I am happily enjoying the sunshine and catching up with my laundry, correspondence, blogging, puzzles and some reading – “Senor Nice” – further tales of Howard Marks.

I love being a septuagenarian spinster!

*I was convinced I’d written about my new toys, but can’t find the evidence – the joys of being a septuagenarian! Following my disappointment at Ann Summers I ordered stuff online from Bondara – which he christened on me, although I’d been threatening him with them and fantasising about doing so since their arrival…