Praying Mantis

In my earlier post I write about what it was like for me to be sufficated by RT. The post below is RT's take on the event. I know it is a bit long and for those who like my short posts I encourage you to read on. You won't be disappointed.


I felt like a praying mantis all day. Longing to put her in position and like a praying mantis pouncing my hand over her nose and mouth and literally steal her breath little by little. I knew I would not go all the way until she passed out, I am too afraid because of her medical condition, but I knew I would be able to take her to a new level of sexual excitement. Little did I know that despite of my experience doing this, it would take me there too beyond my usual expectations.



All day I wanted to have her so I could do this to her. I wanted her to experience trust and to experience the excitement of asphyxia in the safety of my hands. I wanted to assume the position so powerful over her. I wanted to lead her into it slowly to scare her and to check her level of trust. Being a massage therapist amongst other kinds of therapies I know muscle tension and I know hesitation tension and I wanted to feel her hesitation or her trust. Not her fear, my words and priming of her mind took care of that. I wanted to gauge her trust in me, although I already knew that when it comes to letting me do things to her she is amazingly permissive. But this was serious and ultra-scary for someone who has only seen her less than 10 times over 1 month. But I believed in her and I felt she believed strongly in me.

His Point Of View

RT has written some things about me form his point of you. I thought if you liked reading this blog you might like this as well. Let me know what you think. You can leave a comment here or on his. I see them all :-)


http://carrieslove.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-failed-but-i-won.html

Proud of you! by RT

Pride takes many forms and has many meanings,
But pride in you emcompasses al forms and meanings,
I am full of pride and that is not always good for a Dom, but I am and I feel great about it!


Thank you for your great gift of :
love,
submission,
pain,
obedience,
your open expression starting with this blog and ending with all that your touches and kisses tell me without words,
and most of all the beautiful and wonderful journey we are taking together!


Tu Amo!

Rosy

The Rosy story was the first RT ever written me. I have never knew anyone who was in such tune with my mind and my body like he is. He wrote this after our first meeting. I knew he was someone I had to get to know better. It was not so much what he said to me but how he said it and later how he acted upon what he was saying that had such an impact on me.


Those that saw her never took more than a glance at her. She was remarkably unremarkable at first site. Nevertheless, she was a diamond in the rough that looked more like a regular rock than most rocks do. It took an expert’s eye to see the diamond through the dirt and encrusted rock that covered that beautiful diamond. The second she said 10 words to him, even without seeing her, he knew what she was. He was able to sense the diamond inside her even from afar. She herself thought she was remarkable unremarkable and did not know what she was but what mattered was that he knew.
She did not know she was deeply hurt at one time. She thought she was happy go lucky in most things but he saw the tear in your soul. It was not a bad one but it was there. He had to take care because she was a runner. While her mind and heart did not know how remarkable she was, her soul knew, and it was dying to show her the value she carried inside her. Without knowing, she was dying to find that remarkable ability that most people never get to experience in their lifetimes. That adventure that most only fantasize about because they do not have the courage to live it. However, she did have the courage, just that like most things in her life, she had not been able to exercise it so like a nervous horse she spooked easily and at every shadow. She believed she controlled her own destiny and did not notice that life controlled her far more than she was willing to admit. Because what she saw was what she wanted to see, she saw the story she wrote in her head and not the reality that happened. No she was not blind, dumb, or crazy, she lived a life starved of the excitement she craved and needed, a life controlled by others, a life that was the same day in and day out—a life where she thought she was in control but in reality a life out of her control. To make her face this would be a tough task, yet he was confident he could make her do it!