Like many couples in our lifestyle, we have acquired quite a collection of implements. A smorgasbord of sorts. Aaron has his favorites for discipline and we both have our favorites for play.
A few months back, Aaron decided he wanted to add to our stash. Aaron being Aaron decided to keep me in the dark about what he picked. He did let me know the color (Red...does that surprise anyone?) and that he was absolutely certain, based on the reviews, that it would leave an impression.
And like the true sadist he is, he reminded me often of the impending doom this mysterious tool would bring me.
He was an absolute joy to be around, I assure you.
The package came and his face lit up like a kid's on Christmas.
"Oh good! Look what we have here!" he exclaimed while ripping open the package. I sat on the couch and tried to blend in just in case he wanted to try whatever it was out immediately. Past experiences have taught me that any secret package he is that excited about never ends well for me.
"What the hell?" I saw his face go from excitement to total confusion as he pulled out his beloved buy.
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| The tiny weapon of DOOM! Boots, they are a shakin' |
Yes folks, the weapon that was going to cause me great pain and suffering was, apparently, only 5 inches long.
Seeing that my backside was safe from harm, I jumped up to inspect it. We experimented with it for a few minutes, attempting to see what all the fuss was about this little guy. Both of us laughed and named it the "Harry Potter Wand" It was put into the "dud" pile with the spatulas and ping pong paddles and forgotten about.
That is until this last week.
Aaron embraced his mean streak and pulled out everything we had. As I was recovering, he dug through his nightstand one last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. There, in the deep dark corner, was his wand.
He returned and tapped me lightly.
"Remember this?"
"Oh, the wand of death and destruction?" I said. My sarcastic attitude is always the first to recover.
He chuckled. Just before putting it back in the bag he gave the back of my legs one swat with it.
You guys, I just about jumped three feet in the air.
Of course, this reaction made his dom ears perk up. I could FEEL him grinning. He struck again and again, having entirely too much fun on my behalf.
This little snip of a switch surprised the both of us.
After a few minutes he stopped. We were both really impressed. Well, I was ready to throw the damn thing out the window. He had found his new favorite toy.
Who knew it what a difference in placement made?
He's already started bragging and using it as a threat.
"Don't make me go all Harry Potter on you."
"I'll get the wand out!"
Personally, I think I'm ready for it to go back into the Dud pile.
