This is a sub being nasty and whiny and unhappy- no, I won't be tagging my Master on Facebook as I did last week :D
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She climbed into her car and started to back out, thinking about the mall. Her car? When had she sloppily allowed such possessives to enter her language? It wasn't her car, but the one He allowed her to use.
Brilliantly emblazoned "gag"
shirt. Yeah, a gag all right. "Spank me." She's bought it
from the adult novelty store at the mall, the one that people looked
around in, far more often than they bought. She wandered into the
store, looked at the shirts. She wouldn't be buying one today; she'd
come to the mall with a $5 bill in her pocket for a singular
purpose... those new massage chairs that felt like the closest she
got to a beating anymore- He was too tired, too stressed, too
something.
She continued to the display of sex and
BDSM toys. Today she didn't hold in her laughter. Faux leather?
Starter kits? Things she maybe would have enjoyed as a teen; the
mostly black boxes gleamed back at a submissive far too jaded to
respond to a little whippy "crop" with a heart-shaped
spanking end. She sighed; even that would feel better on her ass than
the lack.
She put on a fake smile to be polite at
the cashier before she exited the store. Left turn out of the store
and she'd be at the massage chair.
If only the mall wasn't so busy. In the
conservative little hellhole of a town, the mall was the only place
to go, unless you wanted to go to the Wal-mart.
She sat in a massage chair. She had to
shimmy into place; these newer massage chairs with their massaging
clamps for the legs reminded her of how short she was. She slid the
$5 into its spot and watched the digital screen jump in minutes up to
15. It seemed fair- $5 for 15 minutes of pounding, squeezing,
pinching from the back of her head down to the small of her back. The
clamping, restraining massage of her calves, ankles. The movement of
the seat, massaging at her thighs just before that one probing element
pressed at her ass, pressed at her crack as if to anally penetrate
her, if only she wasn't clothed and this wasn't really a massage
chair, but the sex toy her mind imagined.
The knobs in the back part of the chair
started their work. The thudding massage pulled her eyes closed for a
moment as she imagined it was his fingers pushing into her, preparing
her for an even heavier beating. They pushed up, along her spine, up
to her neck. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, lest a moan
escape and startle one of the conservative matrons walking by the
chair. The seat started to squeeze; he was pushing her legs together
between his, preparing to take her in the reverse missionary position
they both so loved.
The probe pushed up into her ass as the
leg restraints- no, massagers, this isn't a bondage toy no matter how
amusing the leg clamps are- tightened. Her nipples hardened under the
shirt, the jacket, hiding her.
The beating continued. How good it felt,
the pushing, pulling, prying. The massaging heads worked on the backs
of her thighs, not as sensitive as they would be in the past, not
having tasted a flogger, a paddle, His belt, His hand, anything but
clothes, in awhile.
She imagined it was his hands, rather
than knobby bits in an electronic massage chair.
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"On your stomach on the bed," He commanded as He worked the dimmer switch.
"On your stomach on the bed," He commanded as He worked the dimmer switch.
Her next ride in the chair would be
different. Thankfully.
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BLOG TOUR
For the "Out of the Night: Book One" blog tour, I'm at Angelica French's blog talking about the uniform that my slaves where during their official training period.
Loved this Joelle, I could close my eyes and imagine the massage. Love the comparison and great ending. Seems she had her cake and ate it too :)
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Roz
thanks for the comment, Roz :) those chairs are lovely :) I'm thinking of heading to one today :D
DeleteLove this! What a novel idea. Also love the description and reaction in the store. I know just the one. Full of all things Grey now. I tend to use my canes to drum and massage and then move into harder on the butt and thighs so this is spot on. Very unique. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThe "silk" ties specifically drive me nuts. Intriguing way you have of using canes. To me, it makes more sense to use paddles in that way, given their surface area to massage a larger area. But then canes are just hard implements in my mind. Thanks for the comment :)
DeleteVery Unique indeed Joelle. I could understand her feeling of withdrawal from her Masters attentions and also her need for some type of fulfillment. Very compelling inner thought as she enjoyed her 15 minutes in the chair. I'm never going to think about those mall massage chairs the same way again.
ReplyDeletewoohoo, is this astraying, LA :D ? but no, really, thanks for the comment. They just have these really good massage chairs in some places and I wonder if any subs (whether unattached or merely going through issues with their doms) would find the chairs like this. my Master once sat in a chair for 3 minutes- hated it, complained it pinched Him
DeleteIt's what I like about you, Joelle. Who can ever guess what you'll be posting next! The "massage chair beating" was extremely creative. So the next time I'm at the mall ... ;)
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment, Shelly :) hehe I wonder how many malls have massage chairs :D
DeleteI love the mix of comedy and pathos, Joelle!
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment, Emily :) I had fun writing this
DeleteThis is vivid description here. Really, really well done, Joelle:)
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment, Trent.
DeleteOh wow! I always sit in the massage chairs at malls (when I'm in the US)! I LOVE them! I will not think of them the same way again.... :)
ReplyDeletehehe, my work is done :D thanks for the comment, Natasha :)
DeleteYou know, I will look at those massage chairs far differently now!! And in a much better way!!!
ReplyDeleteall it takes is some imagination :) thanks for the comment, Renee
DeleteVery descriptive and it pulls you into the story.
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment :)
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