Hanging Around

Hello UCTMW Folks,

No peek-a-boo tights today, and no beautiful boots or kinky sex in River City. You have entered the Twilight Zone of the lives of a Dom and his submissive living in a log cabin deep in the woods of Western North Carolina. Here's a picture of where we live. Takes your breath away, doesn't it?


Say, have you noticed that lots of BDSM people tend to be fairly serious about exercise? I wonder if that's because we see and touch each others bodies all the time? Or maybe it has to do with sexual stamina. And while it isn't a truth for all of us, Molly and Mick are out there bicycling on a regular basis, they belong to a gym and Molly does those aerobic spin classes where people seem to enjoy racing on bikes going no where while loud music plays.

I tend to side with astronaut Buzz Aldrin, of Apollo Eagle moon landing fame, who said,"I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises."


My beloved Bill doesn't agree with that viewpoint and attends the local gym several times a week. And, of course, the fact that Bill belongs to a gym doesn't mean we don't have a fair amount of exercise equipment around the house, although it quite clearly falls into the His and Hers categories. Bill was a championship rower as a younger man, so he has a rowing machine in his library, plus all the equipment for his mountain bike riding that is kept in the garage. In our bedroom he keeps one of those rolling tummy scrunching things, free weights and those push-up grips for his early morning sit-up and push-up routine.

I, on the other hand, have brightly colored stretch bands, a yoga mat and a lovely meditation cushion. I also have something we have both recently come to enjoy, my inversion table. While originally suggested by my orthopedist who presented it as a way to increase vertebral space, I am a firm believer in finding your kinky toys and tools wherever you can, and just yesterday, this became the newest kinky addition to our household.



So yesterday, while I was hanging upside down on the thing, stretching out my spine and doing my best impression of Bat Woman, Bill wandered into the room. I suddenly had a brainstorm, perhaps from increased blood flow to the brain, and asked him whether he thought, if tipped at just the right angle, I would be able to apply my lips and tongue to a certain sensitive part of his anatomy.

I didn't hear him answer, but instead hear the sound of his zipper being lowered and felt the motion of the table slowly being repositioned from almost straight up and down to one where all I had to do was turn my head a bit to bring him into mouth reach. Perfect! And as I proceeded with that favorite activity, that thing I do so well, Bill leaned forward, used his teeth to lift my shirt to suck and nibble on my nipples. Reaching forward with his arms, he unzipped my jeans, and inched his free hand between my panties and my flesh. He knows exactly how to light my fire and wasted no time getting my juices flowing. In no time at all we were both breathing hard and fast and felt it to be quite a worthwhile expenditure of heartbeats! Wonder if Buzz would think so?

Now he is wondering whether it might be possible to put me face down on the table for a short time, presenting a perfect target of butt and back for a bit of flogging and paddling, nothing long-term mind you, but just for an exciting change of pace. I'll have to let you know how that goes.

Oh, and I have orders that from now on I will be naked when using this piece of equipment.

Senior Correspondent,
Donna