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I can only imagine how Jamie feels this morning. I am sore enough and I didn’t get abused! Much….

I have spent this week with my Jamie as a test of our domestic compatibility. Would we tire of each other? Want each other more? Obviously, a week is not much of a test, but it was much more time together than we have ever managed in the past. I am married, so a week with my lover is a great undertaking. (As an aside, turns out that we get along great.)

Two nights ago we went out with a couple of her friends. Jamie got a little more than tipsy and began to get weepy at the notion that we would not be together. She at bottom fears that I am stringing her along, and that I will tire of her and dump her. I comforted her, stroking her skin and speaking plainly from my heart. I do love Jamie, and I want to be with her as soon as reasonable.

I didn’t mean it to happen, but my comforting caresses began to arouse Jamie. In her uninhibited state, she began to tell me how she wanted me to stroke her lightly for two hours, denying her an orgasm even though she knew she would crave one. She went on to tell me that she wanted me to actually hurt her. She didn’t explain it well, because she didn’t need to.

I am not the most widely man in the world, nor am I sexologist nor a psychologist. But I gather that there are several reasons someone might want to be hurt. One is that they are a masochist, who gets actually pleasure from being hurt. That is not Jamie at all.

To me, the more likely reason is that she wanted to “tell” me with her body that she is mine to use as I want. She wanted me to inflict pain so that she could endure it as a statement of her love for me and her trust in me. She would endure pain trusting that I would not give her more than she could bear. Maybe I don’t have the psychology exactly right, but I am close. I know how these feelings go.

Reasons for it happening aside, I spent much of yesterday scheming to make it happen. I wanted it perfect, because it was going to be a night of sweet lovemaking, albeit in a unorthodox way.

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I completed my shopping on the way back to her house. I am tempted to not disclose what I bought until the tale requires the item’s use, but perhaps it would be fun for you to imagine the use for all this:

• A porn DVD
• A long-burning candle and matching holder
• A container of fruit from the salad bar
• Bananas
• A box of rose petals
• A large tub of Crisco
• Plastic tablecloths made for picnic tables
• Three long-stem roses with the thorns intact

I got everything nearly ready before she got home from work. I cleaned all her toys, not knowing which, if any, of them would be used. I found the rope that we had tried using in the past, and created a winding path from the front door to the bathroom. I found the long heavy cardboard tubes from the interior of rolls of fabric and set them out. Then, when she called from two minutes out, I poured wine.

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