Transatlanticism

Wow, ok so it's been a WHILE since my last post. My sincerest apologies for that. So my arrival was good and the past few weeks have been a very serious adjustment. My life for all intents and purposes is upside down. This is not necessarily a bad thing. The curriculum is super tough so far, island life is definately a huge adjustment too, but the worst is having a hard day and not being able to come home to pet.

We've been skyping at least once a night usually. She'll wear her collar for me or the one she wears during the day as a symbol that only the both of us know about, she'll even dress when I tell her too in some of my favorite outfits, and in general we've been coming up with different and fun ways to play while apart. She's been on a steady schedule of constantly teasing herself to orgasm and stopping short several times a day without release for several days on top of some other assignments. These other assignments include small but increasingly difficult implements of pain and pleasure being applied for me while on cam and embarrassing acts. For instance she hates masturbating on cam and having to look directly at me while she does it. If she looks away or closes her eyes she can tune it out, and it's not half as embarrassing. This is exactly why I love forcing her to be in the moment, looking at me, and understanding just how much of a little slut she is for doing such a thing and enjoying the act AND the pure humiliation of it all.

I've instructed her this week to buy rope, lube (for her plug), a pair of handcuffs, and clothespins (which she already got). I have some wonderfully wicked ideas for all the above items.

So to say I miss pet would be an understatement. A HUGE understatement. I can already tell that my stay here will be a long and challenging one not just for me academically, but for pet and our relationship as a whole. However I'm confident in our strength, and for the love we have for one another.

However far away...

Well I'm finally settling in here a little bit. The last few days have been an absolute whirlwind. The weather is beautiful, the island, the beaches, all of it is wonderful. Since we got here there are no classes yet, just orientation lectures. This means everyone has used this time to explore the island, meet new people, set up their apartments, and party. Some people are treating this like a vacation.

So as Monday approaches when we really start classes, medical school in a tropical paradise, I look at all these things and can do nothing but picture pet here. I've missed her since the day the landing gear went up. We've been skyping every night though. Seeing her face, hearing her voice and reassuring words, and the tinkle of the metal ring on her collar has made things easier. Still, I miss feeling her body against mine in bed, her mouth wrapped around my cock, seeing her strapped firmly to a chair, and so much more.

I truly do think this will make our relationship stronger though. This is the type of thing that if we can survive it, we can survive almost anything else.

The daily assignment and her responses to them have been fun and I'll have to get more creative with them as time goes on. I think it's a nice way to keep my pet well behaved and panting for more, and honestly I love watching her pant.

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

Tonight is the night. I'm all packed, all my bags have been double checked, and I'm ready to go. Logistically speaking anyway. Emotionally and mentally? Eh. I'm very much ready to make this next step, to learn the trade, to start helping people but leaving pet and my entire life behind is a steep price to pay for it. Even if it was somewhere else in the US it might be easier, but a whole new country with a whole new culture is a totally different ballgame.

None the less, my last night with pet was absolutely wonderful. She helped me finish stuffing my life into the last suitcase and then ate dinner with me and the parents. Before we even arrived to the house though I of course took advantage of the fact that she had been teased and deprived of an orgasm for a few days. Her high arousal and brazen slutiness were delicious to see and toy with. Her outfit was both classy and sexy, and when I made her ride the rest of the way in the middle of heavy NY traffic with her skirt completely up and panties exposed I was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing thigh highs and a wet, silky thong. My fingers were sliding around her panties in and outside of them, making her squirm.

After dinner we decided to go out with some friends and have a few drinks. Before meeting up with them though we found a nice secluded spot to have some car fun in. The car was steaming hot, and outside it was ice cold. I love her taste and wanted to be sure I'd remember it. So I hiked her skirt up myself, moved her panties to the side, and buried my face between her legs. I love eating her out. Her taste and scent drive my lust to new highs everytime, the feeling of how wet she gets from my attentions is also wonderful. I made her beg for her orgasm before I allowed it. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I picked my head up and shoved her face into my lap, rubbing her face against the hardness under my jeans. She knew what to do and began kissing and rubbing her face against the jeans, worshiping my cock like the perfect cum hungry slut she is (she loves these *cute* nicknames). Then she spent the next twenty minutes blowing me. It was one of the best blowjobs I've ever received.

After I came I had her keep the vibrating wireless egg in her still wet pussy the rest of the night. The remote is so good I could be two rooms over and still be able to turn it on. It's one of our favorite toys. All in all it was a great night with pet and my friends. Leaving is tough after such a good night.

Pet however made me one of the best gifts I've ever received. She took a small, black moleskin notebook and for everyday I'll be gone she's made a dated entry starting from last year. Every day is something she'll miss about me, something she wants me to know about her, and things like that. Some are just cutouts of cute cartoons, or hot pictures, or things from the past. It was one of the most creative and thoughtful things anyone has ever done. I read a little bit of it and felt a lump in my throat, the things in it made me so happy, and made me feel so loved, I can only hope that I make her feel the same way.

I am loved, and my pet is most certainly loved. Now and for everyday I draw breath, she will be loved.

Leaving on a Jetplane...

Packing my life into three suitcases and a briefcase has proven to be more stressful than I had assumed it would be. Beside that fact I've already dropped $1500 on a new laptop since it's far too expensive to ship my desktop and all the other supplies I need. The prospect of leaving NYC behind for two years, the fast paced action, the variety, my friends, my family, and my beloved pet has suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks as I stare at my luggage. It's frightening, especially considering I'm about to embark on a mission that is far harder than anything I've ever undertaken, becoming a physician. I won't be doing it alone though. Simply knowing my beloved pet is a call away via Skype, and the cams we bought allowing me to see her, makes things easier. Still, after a hard day there's no coming home to her, kneeling by the door, smiling just for me.

But the fact that in order to have that again means me kicking ass in school and surviving is something that drives me to fight my way back home.

While I'm still here we've been testing out this kink from afar idea we have. So fun it's been quite fun and exploratory. Every night we learn a little bit more about our likes, dislikes, and things we haven't explored yet through the studying of other's accounts and stories. She's also constantly turned on and thinking of me because of her daily assignments, and I'm constantly thinking of her being in such a state. We're going to have to be creative to keep this up for two years but I think we can, we're both very creative.

Tomorrow I get to see her one last time before my departure, and I truly can't wait for that.

By Tuesday I will be on an overnight flight, Wednesday morning I will step off a plane on foreign soil. I have a great khaki suit prepared for that day, if you watch Burn Notice, just think Mike Weston. That'll be me. Blue water, oppressive heat, a new culture, beauty like no other place. The place is paradise, and too many of my peers it really will be. To me it will be paradise minus one thing, and that is her. It'd be absolutely perfect I had her there AND a decent BDSM club.

So dear readers, I ask that you buckle up, this blog is really about to swing into high gear as me and pet part and I find myself miles away from home.

Hopefully at some point we'll have the resources for her to fly down and see me, though I'd love to fly with her and join the mile high club together. Metal detectors can't find plastic riot cuffs, bondage and the mile high club, a first perhaps. We could be pioneers...

When's the last time we just had "sex"?

After reading pet's post, I must say I'm shocked. It's been three months since we had a plain jane vanilla romp. We were talking tonight while she looked over some of these blogs and I think that a few things deserve explaining.

We met my Sophomore year of undergrad. She was a virgin and I was by no means at all a virgin. I had just gotten out of a three month relationship and was basically running around like a jack rabbit and hooking up with several women. When I met her though, for some odd reason, I was at a total loss for words. Usually I'm very talkative, charismatic, and a real charmer. When we met this was not the case. She was (And still is, well, the first two anyway) beautiful, smart, and innocent. Very shy as well, an introverted girl. This was the opposite of me. I was a premed prick so to speak. Far from innocent both in the bedroom and outside of it (I got into my share of bar fights and other bad behavior being a die hard member of the NYC punk scene when not studying day and night). She was to me both a challenge and possibly a saving grace. I was the first person she ever had sex with. Our sexual relationship slowly morphed as I introduced her to D/s and bondage. She admitted they had been unexplored fantasies of hers. They were fantasies I'd not only had but had been researching at length for years. Sure I tried light bondage with a few partners, but I never trusted them as much as I trusted her and vice versa.

Why am I explaining all this? Well tonight's discussion and many of our serious discussions relating to how deeply we wish to explore all this usually consists of alot of explaining the concepts on my part. Tonight, however, it didn't. Her assignment tonight, the point of us starting these blogs, and something that she will continue to do is to read the blogs here. Some of the ones I follow and any other she can find. I want her to have as firm of a grasp on these ideas and concepts as I do.

Throughout the discussion one thing rang clear, we both want to delve deeper into this, and we won't let the distance stop us.

Throughout all of this, all of our kinks, all of our deep hidden desires, I know one thing for sure about when I come back.

The first thing I'm going to do is get us a hotel room, a dozen roses, a bottle of bubble bath, and leave the rope at home (Or maybe hide it until round two.)

At one point she asked me "Why do *you* want a D/s relationship, sir?"

The answer she says she had expected.

"Because the level of trust it requires is amazing, and I love that we trust one another that deeply. The fact that we do it always keeps our lives interesting both in and out of the bedroom. The idea of it has always been a kink of mine. Lastly, the amount of love shown when someone gives the gift of submitting to another completely is romantic beyond any amount of roses I could ever buy."

I'm counting down the days now, Tuesday night I leave for my 1 AM flight. I already miss her. I plan on seeing her one more time before I leave though, and can't wait for that.

Leaving, packing, Hotel Rooms, and why I love hotel towels

(Taken from the "Femdom Alternative"'s link to the Kami Tora Fan Club. Pet will never admit it, but she'll find this image hot and I know it.)

So I haven't exactly left yet, I'm still here in the states but counting down the days. 6 days until departure. I'm in NYC, she's in New Jersey, and as I type this we're talking on Skype and setting up her blog. After I discovered some wonderful blogs on here regarding BDSM, D/s, etc. between some awesome couples I decided this would be a wonderful way to keep in touch with my beloved pet, and have some fun. Not to mention maybe even meet and talk to other people who are normal in the day, kinky at home, and insanely busy the rest of the time.

Where to start? Well we're both in our 20's, we've both been together for 3 years, and we both found out early on we love D/s and BDSM. I lean more toward the dominant time though there is something to be said about being tied down and mercilessly teased for a few hours. Occasional switches I guess characterizes us well. The other part to know about us is that we love eachother, deeply, and are pretty normal people otherwise. I'm moving down to the Caribbean to get my M.D. while she stays here and starts her career in NYC.

So as we speak I'm in the process of last minute paper work, panic packing, my room is in boxes, and life is pretty hectic. However, did this stop us from finding time to play? Absolutely not. On New Years Eve we decided that before we went to a friends party we'd rent a hotel room and have some delicious fun.

Upon arrival the room's lack of bedposts on the bed was a bit disappointing but with a little ingenuity I made do. We wasted little time, she changed into a lovely and tight black corset that does wonders to her already amazingly sexy figure, little black panties, and nylons. By the way, nylons are one of my many fetishes. The way they feel and look on her is simply amazing. She then knelt by the bed, put on her collar, and waited. What followed was some of our favorite things in foreplay. A silk scarf blindfold, pulling her around the room by her hair or the ring in her collar, teasing her quickly dampening lips through the panties, and general dirty talk. After this and a little spanking (I went light this time, the last time I flogged her pert ass till she nearly cried and loved every second of it) I tied her to the bed. Hands together and over her head, legs apart and over her head with some creative rope work using the bedframe. Once in this position I had wanted to try something, I wanted to make her squirt. Still blindfolded, tied that way, and breathing quite heavily I began to kiss, lick, and bite up and down her innerthighs. Always coming close to the edge of her panties but never quite making it TO them. I love teasing her like this, the way she reacts, the way she gets turned on, the little noises she makes, the eventual begging. I. Love. It. Than when I thought she may have had enough, came the vibrator. I moved her panties aside, slowly worked the vibe into her very wet and very wanting womanhood, and began thrusting it up. We quickly learned that this was not a good tact, the vibe was simply not angled right and too big. I switched and used the vibe on low, and mt fingers curled inside stroking her g-spot. She began rocking her hips, breathing heavy, crying out, and before I knew it she was shaking and her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. She squirted but not as much as I was expecting, still not bad for the first attempt though. After that I had enough waiting, and fucked her viciously. When we kissed we'd bite eachother's lips, I'd ask her who she belonged to through out, tell her how much of a little cumslut she was, and slap her face (We've recently learned she loves this). We both came, and then I collapsed next to her as she recovered slowly in her bonds.

Our last session, while not a heavy one, was still a wonderful one and the memory of it and half drunk wild monkey sex we had after the party will be what I carry with me when I leave. To have this kinky of a girlfriend, pet, whose smart, sexy, and simply wonderful leaves me in awe daily. What did an asshole like me do to deserve such a gift? Such a lovely woman who wears a collar for me? I don't know, and I'm not gonna question it too much either. I'm just going to hold on to her, care for her, and love her. Thank God for hotel towels. It's so nice to cum all over your pet's tits and face, wipe her clean with a towel, and then not have to clean the towel later on.