Reverbation and shared sorrow

As we arrived in DB we went to our familiar pub for a cup of coffee. That there was lots of more coffee that day we didn't know yet. We could take place at our trusted seats totally in the back of the pub, where T. easily can come under my skirt groping me without being noticed. I brought my Owner a present for his birthday; a collection of poems. The other present i bought for Him wasn't fit to open in the pub. ;-) That had to wait for a proper moment and place. We talked about my 'unwillingness' , what's the reason that i felt uneasy to accomplish my Owners orders? T. told me that He was angry and sad and ofcourse i find this terrible. We talked about his anger; i can't tell when He's angry. I wasn't allowed to wear the collar, not yet, i didn't earn it. Maybe that afternoon. That touched me very much. We talked about desires and expectations. Then it was time to go.

"Do you know where we are going too mo?"

Indeed i had a presumption. This turned out to be the right one. The sexvideotheque where you can rent a room. Unfortunately you can't reserve this room. T. assumed that if we arrive there, the room is vacant. But his optimism wasn't correct. The room was occupied and probably for an hour or two apologized the owner. Meanwhile i felt embarrassed because the male customers were examining me curiously.

We were walking thru DB, the sun was shining, my hand in my Owners hand. We had a nice lunch, feeling great. Again my Owner tried the videotheque. Still occupied. T. had another option but because He had to leave early this meeting we hadn't enough time for it. We went to the cathedral i love so much. Sitting quietly and talking. And again a last try at the videotheque. When it became clear that the room was still occupied (tjeez does this man alone needs so much time? ;-)) we decided to go back to the pub. Time for a cold beer and a glass of wine for me.

Being with my Owner and no possibilities to play is frustrating because i was craving like hell. But so did my Owner. I was allowed to notice that when T. took my hand and directed it to his vital parts. We were sitting there in the back of the pub on our trusted seats. T. unzipped his trousers and i felt his masculinity in all his splendour. My hand pinching and softly stroking his warm cock provoked my lips a longing sigh. Shared sorrow.

"If i would command you to give me a blowjob right here, right now, you would do that little slut of me."

I wasn't so sure about that really. Although we were sitting in the back of the pub, we were still visible to others. But oh those eyes of my Possessor, if He should command me that, first i'll be hesitating but finally i would do it. I think. I would close my eyes, shutting the world out. Then only our magical world excists. He and i. But He didn't command me to give him a blowjob.

Because of a post from the lovely s.o.d. we were talking about breasts. Big one, small ones. Which did my Owner prefer i asked him curiously. T. likes it that i have a full body.

"If I beat your breasts then my blow resonates so deliciously on your body. It shudders and is moving softly like an echo. It's nice looking at that."

Despite of the fact that the day wasn't exactly as T. had planned and of which i was longing and craving, it was so good to be together again. Talking and getting to know each other better is nice also. Then it was time to travel back to my daily existence. Delays and liveliness on the station. T.'s train went on time. He gave me permission to masturbate on the train, knowing that He also was freeing himself from the craving and tension. Ofcourse i had to send him a textmessage about the how and when. Finally my train arrived. On the toilet i brought myself to a climax two times. It didn't take long dear reader, as you can imagine. Back to my seat, not yet taken lucky me, i send T. a textmessage. His reaction was so very hot and yes i got permission, so again i went to the toilet. After a trainstop. I went to the other direction because suppose someone will notice that I was going to the toilet again. Ha! So very much not wanna be a slut but i can't deny it. Surely i am....... Therefore feeling guilty, shameful behavior.

The SM path i am walking on is testing above all my patience. But it's a consolation to know that my Owner is craving as much as i do. Meanwhile i have to continue the stretching etc..... When i'll meet my Owner again i don't know. So i happily crave and bounce till next time.