Kai Under Construction (Second Scene)

I'm totally rocketing ahead of DW, here... He's just finished writing a lead-in to our first scene, and here I am already detailing the second. This is okay, I think. I imagine the things we choose to write about and when will frequently diverge.

The second time DW and I played together was after I once again found myself back in the U.S., this time (as far as projected) for good. We had decided before I left the country in September that, if at all possible, we would like the chance to properly date once I got back, and over the course of the next few months we found ways to talk almost every day. What began as a scene invitation was starting to look more and more like an actual potential relationship, and the idea of actually dating a scene partner kept looking more and more desirable to me. I still wasn’t certain how much I would be comfortable integrating D/s dynamic into our interactions beyond play—am still not completely certain, as everything about this situation is without precedent in my life—but the potential was exciting.

To make what is actually a very long story very short, after arriving back in the U.S. I temporarily moved into his apartment. The intention was to see how well we would work together. In large part because we were still feeling out how the basic relationship parts of a relationship would work with us (i.e. all of the more-or-less vanilla aspects that more-or-less everyone deals with when kicking off a new relationship), we only managed to set up one scene while I was there.

It was on the night before I left.

The timing probably should have made it sad, but it didn’t. Not really. He had bought me some lingerie earlier in the evening, which I modeled for him. He liked it. He smiled and kissed me. He has a beautiful smile, and when he smiles he smiles at me. I’ve never been one for fancy undergarments, but I think they could be worth it if they bring that smile out of him. He tied me to a chair and ran ice over my skin until I screamed and tried to get away. The chair is tall enough that my feet can’t touch the ground, and my legs were tied so that my feet rested on the support bars about 6” to 1’ off the floor. My hands were behind the back of the chair. Getting away was definitely not going to happen. He let the pinwheel sit in the bowl of ice, so that when he ran it over me the pins felt sharp and cold. He lit a votive and dripped the wax onto my thighs… though less-than-optimal candle engineering meant we couldn’t get much wax out of it without the flame extinguishing itself. I still had cold water trickling down my body from the ice when he led me over to the support pole near the table and tied me to it. I could move back about two or three feet from the pole, and the knots were strong enough that I could lean back and let them support me. DW thought I should stop enjoying this so much—I was kind of swinging back and forth, because playing with inertia is fun—so he added another tie that effectively limited my side-to-side motion. Then, flogging. This time, I was quiet under the blows. My body absorbed them as they came down. They felt good. They felt right. I think DW was somewhat amused by the lack of noise coming out of my mouth, but I have a rule against faking responses. I think that more people should have this rule.

As with the time before, the flogging was the last part of the scene. It was a relatively simple scene, and again I did not enter sub-space, but I felt satisfied with it. He led me to the couch and held me in his lap, against his chest. He kissed me and took off my panties and pulled my hips down to him. We had sex in the afterglow of the scene… still not integrated, but closer than the two have ever been for me.

Our play history together is not long. It is not epic. It is not complex. But this is what we are building up from, now, and it is good. We are geographically separated now, but soon we will be together again, and from there we can continue to pursue this thing that we have. I greatly look forward to whatever will come next. I greatly look forward to the day when sex and play can happen in the same space.