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Well... what can I say. Not much.

2/10/07 20:00 - 2/14/07 00:30 = The most amazing, magical, and best hours of my life thus lived.

Until I had to leave.

I'll just touch on a few (not all of) the high points of the trip.

First Kiss - RJ dedicated a whole post to it already. Sometimes music has a calming ability, sometimes it excites. And in this case, it was excitement, especially being a first.

Training Collar - I've discovered an interesting thing about how this relationship can work. I'm going to call it "Passive 24/7". The trip, for a lot of the time, was, dare I say it, almost vanilla at times. When I wanted it to be. But with the collar there, all I have to do is put my fingers on it and she knows that I mean business, and it's D/s mode.

Anyways, yeah, yesterday night, RJ earned her training collar. It's not much, just a small black dog collar that we picked up at Wal-Mart, but it's amazing how attractive she makes it look. It suits her perfectly. Every time my fingers are around the collar, she listens, and follows. Or at least that's the plan. At one point in the car on Tuesday afternoon, she broke one of the guideline rules and I had to take the collar off for a while to remind her how empty she feels without it. But then she got it back.

Tuesday Evening - Wow... just... wow. Well, for starts, we started with the "Crap, the trip is almost over" emotion when we went back to walmart to replace something I lost. On the way back, we went from "Crap, it's almost over" to "Crap, it's almost over, let's not waste time", and then a weird, vanilla-ish version of stuff we've done kind of took over, on a side road not too far from her university. And we made out. And she got off, on my count, 12 times, hands free. That's something that I really like about my kitten - she's so emotionally powerful that she can get off on (my) command. And she leaned over me while I let myself off, and then something interesting happened.

She asked me to climb on top of her and let her get off. Which sounds innocent at first. But when you throw in the face that one of her main absolute dealbreakers is "I will never do anything in the missionary position", I was kind of surprised. Being careful, I sort of leaned over and didn't climb on all the way, but it's interesting and it shows hope for the future.

Valentine's Day, aka The Last Half Hour - Right about now it started to sink in for both of us that the trip was coming to a close, so we stood out in the gazebo outside her dorm, and we stood up, and we danced, and we cried. Not "she cried and I comforted her", but we cried. A JR first, pretty much. Something I didn't think was entirely possible, but I guess it is. Some things are just worth crying over, but I digress.

Then, a phenomenon I like to call "Nothing we ever do is normal" started to enact itself. Even when we try to be nice and normal. Like, losing the umbrella more than once, not being able to hold each other without the headphones getting in the way, wrong songs, etc. She walked me back to the car, and we had about 28 or so last kisses. I didn't want to leave my kitten, she was too beautiful and too attractive and we were just too perfect.

Finally, I brought enough humor into the situation to work my way up to leaving. I didn't get 3 seconds before I stopped the car and completely broke down - again, something I wasn't sure was entirely possible, considering I don't remember the last time I cried outside of an act of God. But, my kitten is worth crying over. She's mine, and I don't like it when she's kept away from me. But it's only temporary, and looking forward to the next time we can meet again.

Happy Valentine's Day, mi reyna y querida. Farewell, but not goodbye. We'll meet again.

-JR

posted by rjjr06 @ 8:42 PM Comments: 1