Hey Y’all. First, I’m really sorry Part 3 was such a downer. Really. I knew it was going to be kind of low point, but all journeys have low points, so I had to write it. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be helping myself on my mission of self-reflection and discovery, AND I wouldn’t be honoring my 99% True promise to keep this an honest share session with all of y’all. Still, sorry. Not sure where my damaged little head gets some of this stuff….
OK, I know I need some relief (not THAT kind of relief! Grow up people!) and I bet y’all do too. So, this next, shorter section is going to be going back to a really fun and exciting time in my journey. We’re going back to when Mia (not yet Mistress Mia) and I were having one of our many online bondage-writing jam sessions. Also, as usual, I was having fun with some self-bondage on my air mat….
“How would I know how you got stuck this time, Sexy Pants?!” Mia was beaming. Tina got herself stuck in her bondage contraption again. “Hey, I got it. I got it. Why don’t you reboot it! BWAA-Ha hahahaha!!!”
Tina stomped her feet in frustration and basically threw a mini temper tantrum. Her air mat had recently deflated, releasing the tension on all of the tether lines that had held her in a reverse prayer frog tie. With tons of slack now available, Tina was once again able to extend her legs and stand up, and she should have been able to lower her hands from the carabiner secured up high between her shoulder blades that her wrist tether lines were running through. But for reasons unknown to Tina, her cuffs were stubbornly refusing to budge from that spot.
“I mean, how could I even screw with your bondage way down there in Tennessee while I’m over here on the coast 3 time zones away?!” Mia waited with bated breath for the inevitable angry response from Tina. One of the many things she had learned about her best friend was one of the only things stronger than her love of her home state of Kentucky was her distain for its far inferior neighbor to the South.
“The fuck you say!” Mia had a problem with cussing, and it was rubbing off a little on Tina…
Mia hugged herself tightly and nearly fell off the bed as she belly laughed and rolled around. She winced slightly. A sharp pain reminded her of the old injury to her back and the need to baby herself while she healed. But she was having far too much fun here in the moment to let that bring her down.
“OK, low blow. Sorry Sex Bonnet.” Mia bemused. “What even is a Sex Bonnet? Pretty sure I just made that up. Where the fuck does my damaged little mind go to where it comes back with ridiculous things like Sex Bonnet?? You still listening….SLLLUUUUUUT?”
Tina was NOT listening (reading rather). Instead, she was twisting and tugging and essentially wearing herself out trying to pull her cuffs hands out of the reverse prayer. Tina paced around the room, forced to take extra high steps so as to avoid tripping over the deflated mat that was still tethered to her cuffs and that she was dragging around underneath wherever she went. Between the effort of struggling and the awkward walking, Tina was tired. Even so, so felt it important to pace back to the tablet and tap out a message with the stylist attached to her harness ball gag.
“Not funny. Bitch.”
“You’re drooling aren’t you, Sexy Pants? You’re a drooler. We both know this. LOL.”
“GGRRRRRRRRR.” Tina was a drooler. Sometimes she hated how well Mia knew her. But not really.
“No but seriously. Hurry up. Isn’t there a doorknob or something you can use to, I don’t know, “hook” you cuffs onto? I want to get back to work. I have this poem in my head, and you know you’re better at rhymes that me. I need you back Baby! XOXXOX.” Mia drummed her fingers on the bed in boredom. “Look, hurry the fuck up Puhhh-lease. I’m going to go make a sandwich.”
Tina rolled her eyes. Mia was always making herself sandwiches that she never intended to eat. The practice made zero sense. Her mistress, Sandy DID impose strict dimension expectations on Mia. That was due to Mia’s own desire to constantly parade around in exceedingly body-hugging tight leather outfits. Not that Sandy complained. Sandy was a self-proclaimed “sexual sadist,” whatever that was. Tina planned to ask her one of these days…but for now, Mia’s dumb doorknob idea might just turn out to have a little merit.
“Think I got something.” Tina typed.
“Did you find a doorknob? 😉”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re welcome, Slut!” Mia put a spoon of peanut butter in her mouth. “Now hurry the fuck up, Love!!”
Tina drag-walked the deflated mat over to her workshop corner of the basement. She had a vice mounted to the heavy woodworking table. Tina was able to hook her wrist cuffs under the vice. Then, using her legs to press, she was able to force the random knot in her tether line that was jammed up in the carabiner to pass through the metal ring, and she was released from the reverse prayer.
“I’m back. How’s your sandwich?”
“Hi Baby! It’s a good thing you’re a better writer than a bondage rigger or I don’t know if we could be friends. Lol. Come one, I got ideas, and you got words…”
Tina and Mia went on to another one of their classic brainstorming and writing sessions. Also, Tina learned a valuable lesson about checking her tether lines for rogue knots. Mia, on the other hand, did not learn her lesson and she continued to waste sandwiches again and again.
This girl is pure, this girl is true,
She seeks her missing what or who.
She is submissive, and rest assured,
A worthy Dom(me), she’ll one day serve.
For now, she journeys on her own,
The way to her has not been shown.
Her light she nurtures, her faith she keeps.
She’ll live the dreams from when she sleeps.
Her wish for purpose, and to be bound,
To be loved and valued, and to be found.
When she is taken, by her One,
There will be joy for Little One.