The past two days (is it really only Wednesday?) have been tough. Nothing extraordinarily bad or wrong – just so busy, so vanilla, so overloading. I do not like to complain, in my real life I don’t. I’ve always used my journaling as therapy – a way to work through whatever issues I’m having. I don’t want this blog to become that. So, I’m sucking it up, muddling through and finding my happy place (it’s in my pants! 😉 ).
My Husband said something to me last night, in the midst of my being kind of an ass, that stopped me cold. He grabbed both wrists in one hand, pinned them above my head and grabbed my chin with the other hand. I couldn’t move.
“I am in control. Your body is not yours, I will do what I want. Do you understand?”
Though it seems what He wanted last night was to work me up and fall asleep. Ahhhhhh!! I suppose one night off in three weeks is acceptable, but my kitty hardly agrees! Back to the point…
He said that! My Husband, my Sir, totally disregarded my demands for Him to stop touching my face. I was shocked and delighted. He surprises me at every turn with the way He has whole-heartedly embraced D/s. He makes my heart happy.
As fall rolls in and my world becomes consumed with the kids’ school stuff, coaching soccer, watching drill, carting kids everywhere, volunteering, on and on… I will try to keep my submission in the forefront – my vanilla is just too damn loud and stressed out. Nobody wants her around, least of all me.