So where was I? Ah, yes. I was about to tell you what went on Friday night. There was a lot of naughtiness involved, and not much hypnosis, to tell you the truth. But it did come into play a little, and I would like to think that it worked. Boy Toy certainly does, and he says he’s scared. Anyway, on with the sex, I’ll tell you a bit more about the hypnosis after.

When I got home after work, Friday, I continued talking to Boy Toy on MSN. I told him I had a dilemma, I was wondering whether to take a bath here or shower at his place. He solved it for me when he said he had to shower too; a few minutes later I was on my way to his place.

After a quick bite, we hit the shower. As you know, this is a favorite of mine, to be under the steamy hot water with Boy Toy. We hadn’t had sex in two weeks and I know he hadn’t masturbated since the beginning of the week. I think I forgot to mention it here but I’ve instructed him not to jerk off for 3 days before Owner Fridays. I want him to be fresh and attentive, when I finally see him.

So predictably, we started fooling around. Kissing, fondling each other. After a while I turned my back to him so he could fuck me. He rubbed my clitoris mercilessly with his fingers while penetrating me and so I came almost right away. He, on the other hand, ended up having to stop. He had gone jogging the day before and his thighs just couldn’t take it. When he stopped, I pressed my hand flat against his chest, pushed him away from me and started to rinse out my hair. When he reached for me and whimpered, I said: “What is it? What do you want?” Eyes downcast, he replied: “I wanted to come, but it’ll be another time, I guess.” You got it, Boy Toy.

We got out of the shower and soon, he wanted a cigarette. This was just what I had been waiting for. I wanted to try the trigger words while he was naked and in a submissive position. You know, so I could easily see whether it affected him or not.

He stripped, kneeled in front of me and started puffing on his cigarette. I waited a minute or so before I said: “You know, I was thinking I’d buy myself a new scarf. I was thinking red silk.”

Slight pause. “Why red silk?”

“I don’t know. Red silk is soft and sexy. Don’t you think red silk is a good idea? I like it. Red silk.”

As I was saying this, I was paying close attention to him. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, though. He finished his cigarette and asked if he could get dressed again. I said no, of course. He should know better than to ask me that, by now.

He joined me on the couch and snuggled against me under the big, soft down blanket. After a few minutes, I thought I’d test the waters, see if he was more submissive than usual. “Give me a massage”, I told him. I’m not normally very authoritative and usually, I would have asked, not told. His answer? A definitive “Ok”, without hesitation.

He went to get some baby oil while I stripped. Up until then, he had been naked and I was clothed. I like the imbalance, how it makes him feel vulnerable and subby.

Now we were on equal grounds. He massaged me, rubbing the oil into my skin. When I was satisfied, I told him to make me come. He was still straddling my back. He immediately turned around, still straddling my back but facing the other way, towards my legs, and started working on my clitoris with his fingers. Once again, it didn’t take me long…

We snuggled together, naked. I reached down and started playing with his penis. I soon had him erect and pretty damn horny, so I made him lie on his back and it was now my turn to straddle him… He came quickly (we both always come quickly) and I must say, it was intense.

After all the frolicking, we finally sat down and got to talk about the hypnosis session recording, which I had him listen to three times last week. I told him about how Lady Julia uses the phrase “good boy” many times throughout the recording. I also told him about the trigger words, red silk. He admitted that he had felt something when I said them. “It was as if the words meant something”, he said.

I don’t know, though. Since the suggestion embedded in the recording is a general one, it’s difficult to tell if anything is a hardproof that the hypnosis worked. Sure, the words got his attention when I said them. And he grudgingly admits to feeling submissive and kind of aroused after I uttered them. But hypnosis is a fetish/fantasm of his, and so of course he’ll react to any attempt at it. It scares him yet turns him on.

I did use the trigger words a couple more times throughout the weekend. Last night, after going out, we had drunken sex. We were both very horny but he was having a bit of a hard time because of the alcohol. I whispered “red silk” in his ear. I think he got hornier. I’m not sure. This morning, he didn’t remember that I had said that. At any rate, in the end we gave up on sex. We were both a little too enebriated to come

This morning we were sitting on the couch, he naked and I dressed (it was a little too chilly for me) and I looked at him, smiled and said the words. He got all flustered, saying that he feels strange when I use the trigger. Hmmm, interesting!

We then jumped in the shower and I reached for his penis and started caressing him, thinking I’d make him come that way. But it turned into full blown shower sex. This time, his legs held on… It was short, but oh, so intense! I still feel a throb between my legs just thinking about it.

So there you have it. A very sexy weekend indeed. As for our conclusion concerning the hypnosis? I think Boy Toy is suggestible enough that hypnosis would/did work on him. He reported feeling strange when I called him a good boy and when I said red silk, before I even told him these words were meaningful. I asked him for his final verdict of my little experiment and he is convinced it worked. He is quite scared of it and of what I’ll do with it. And that’s what remains to be seen… One thing is for sure, I would love to learn to do it myself. 

This, and the last couple of Fridays before that, made me realize that I was going at it all wrong. Well, all wrong for me. The Owner Friday thing was a solution Boy Toy offered because I felt I had no control on what we did on weekends. It was so I could say: no, tonight, we’re not hanging out with the gang, we’re having some private time. But for some reason I went too far with it and it became somewhat of a burden, an obligation, like I had to decide not only what Boy Toy and I did on Friday nights, but also if our friends were coming over or not. I felt I had to find all kinds of cool, original ideas of things to do, every Friday. Well, feeling like you HAVE to come up with something kinky sure puts a damper on things.

So, as I told Unspeakable Axe in response to his comment in my last post, I think that from now on, every Friday will not automatically be a Owner Friday. I will reserve the right to make any Friday I want into my time, and to tell our friends not to arrive too early, maybe. I’m not sure on the particulars, as I haven’t discussed this with Boy Toy yet. At any rate, it might be wise to set a certain time limit for me to inform Boy Toy that I’m taking a Owner Friday, so that he knows to say no to our friends if they call.

When I last left you, I also mentioned that I might give this Friday to Boy Toy. The truth is, I had already asked him what he’d do with it, if I made it a Boy Toy Friday. I thought that this would give him plenty of time to mull it over and even be eager for it. I was wrong.

I don’t know if he had time to come up with any idea or plan, but when I did offer, he didn’t quite jump on the opportunity like I thought he would. He went so far as to change the subject! After a little while and still no answer from him, I started to suspect that he didn’t want to “dominate” me but was afraid I’d be insulted or hurt if he refused my offer. I have no idea if my assumption was right (perhaps I’ll ask him) but I decided to resolve this dilemma for him. I told him that the time was up, and the offer wasn’t on the table anymore. He accepted that without complaint and we went on to have a great, relaxing evening just the two of us. If he had complained then I might have relented… But he didn’t. And that’s perfectly fine with me, too.

Our friends didn’t come over, this time, and neither of us felt like going out so we just stayed home. We had a beer and talked, which was intimate and lovely. In the end, we watched a movie and went to bed around 3 am and cuddled. No sex. In fact, we had no sex at all, all weekend, which is probably a first. The part of me that likes to worry about things tried to flag this one, but it didn’t work… We had such a great weekend and he was so sweet, why in hell would I question it? Silly, silly me.

Saturday was one of those productive and awesome days. We got a few things done, things that we had been meaning to do for a long time. That means I have new material for my HNTs. That’s right, we finally got around to doing a photoshoot! I am SO pleased with the results that it’s a shame I’ll have to crop my face out of the pictures, for the sake of anonymitity. I rarely love pictures of myself right away, they sort of have to grow on me. These however, I loved immediately. Good job, Boy Toy!

After the shoot, we cooked ourselves a delicious meal, took it easy for a bit, then our friends showed up for a night of fun and partying. Today… I wasn’t feeling quite so well. Let’s blame it on not enough sleep.  It doesn’t matter, though, my spirits are high, my Boy Toy is the best and now I think I’m off to some well deserved rest.

I don’t think it’s normal, to get this depressed and insecure, during this time of the month, though. I see other girls get bitchy and emotional, but for me, oh boy! It’s not like that EVERY single month, mind you, but often enough and for a long enough period of time that I’ve mentioned it to a doctor. He’s suggested several different solutions to try, including anti-depressants, which I find is a little, shall we say, overkill. I’ll try the softer methods, thank you.

I’m lucky that Boy Toy, despite how quick-tempered he can be, is actually quite a patient man. Sure, he’ll get angry pretty quick, but he also forgets all about it pretty quick. But most importantly, my hormonal craziness hasn’t driven him away, yet. He must really love me

So anyway, all this to say, I don’t feel like making any decisions, tonight. I don’t trust myself with that kind of “power” when I’m in this state. No, seriously, I just don’t feel up to deciding. I’ll go with the flow and try not to be too much of a pain in the ass. Perhaps I’ll even go so far as to give Boy Toy this Friday. Boy Toy Friday. Hmmm…  I wonder what he’d do with it?