Patience and the ability to wait

Patience is not the ability to wait header shows topless women with Sir's slut and slut's buddy written across their breasts.

With my meeting with B fast approaching K had also brought up the subject of joining us. In amongst all of my learning about patience and my ability to wait, I never thought a deluge may be approaching!

I was surprised when she broached the subject over dinner one evening. We often spent time together at hers when my boys were with their dad and her partner was at work. She kept me updated with their (her and her partner’s) exploration into the swinging world. The clubs, the couples, the mistakes. Since we’d become friends she had started to explore herself more, gaining so much confidence in her ability to orgasm that she was now camming alongside taking paid calls.

What she wasn’t able to do was explore kink with her partner.

Her curiosity was ever growing as she saw how much I got from my relationship. She was very shy when she asked if the offer was still there for her to join me and sir, but I reassured her that it would be lovely to have her join us. She would need to send him an email though. Open the lines of communication. This is so he knew it was coming from her desire to meet rather than her just agreeing to his request.

K seemed relieved that the offer was still there, but very hesitant to make contact…

Patience is one of Sir’s many virtues, his ability to wait for the right situation, has taught me a lot. He told me that if she didn’t make contact it was no problem, but that she was the one who needed to approach him, so he knew it was definitely a conversation she wanted to initiate. He wanted her to be entirely comfortable.

Over the next few days we exchanged many text messages.

She finally opened up about being dyslexic and her fear of looking stupid in an email to someone I had so much respect for. I had to pick up the phone and explain to her (with gentle amusement) that I was yet to meet anyone less likely to judge her for being dyslexic than him. He’d told me at the start of our communication that he was profoundly dyslexic. I knew that he would understand! And now I understood why she had held back from sending him the email all those months ago. 

Shortly after this she got in touch with sir, and they started discussing her likes and dislikes. As her experiences had been around swinging he asked her if she understood that we would be playing within a D/s context. He suggested she talk to me about what would be involved. He also asked her for more information on a couple of points she had raised.

Then she closed off again. This was hard work!

We would spend time together, and chatted about what he had suggested, but she didn’t want to answer his questions. I said that I would support her in typing up the response, but couldn’t write it for her, and I certainly wouldn’t be pressurizing her. If she had changed her mind I wouldn’t think badly of her. That way of playing isn’t for everyone, and she was my friend first, and potential play partner second. This is the text message I got the next day:

I totally wanna try this out x

if i don’t like it then fine at least i know i will be safe trying it

It turned out that she wanted me to help her write the email because she didn’t know what to write, and I had to explain to her that it need to come from her, in an open and honest way. If I helped her then I may inadvertently put pressure on her to do things she didn’t want to do, and I would not be doing that! I now understood fully what Sir meant when he said it had to be all her.

At that K was back on the case, and put together her answers for sir. 

With their conversation back on track and a date pencilled in for the following week sir set me a task. To come up with something which included her, to please him. So one evening, with a bottle of wine in hand, I knocked on her door. She knew that I wanted to ask her something, and was a bit embarrassed about it. What didn’t know was that her partner was joining us for the evening, following an early finish. Ah well. She was quite happy with my request. And with help from her partner I sent sir a picture of us topless, smiling with body writing. Sir’s slut and slut’s buddy emblazoned across our breasts. He was pleased with my efforts, and her partner thought it was hilarious. However K and I were focussed on the upcoming scene, both nervous but for very different reasons.

After all of the hard work required to get to this point, the scene seemed to come round very quickly indeed.

You can read all about it here, in next the post nothing is more powerful than idea whose time has come.

A Little About Me is the category featuring the story at the back bone of my blog. That is how I became the woman I am today. Is Patience And The Ability To Wait is your first time reading from this category? You can start at the beginning by following this link. Feelings That Come back Are Feelings That Never Really Went Away.

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