Day One - Realigning

Why is it so hard to set things right? Sir and I worked it out that we would spend tonight together, come hell or high water. Initially, he was going to drive an hour to get me, an hour back to his house, and the same to take me home. In one night. I worked it out so that I could get myself to his house and stay over so there would be less driving and missed time.

So of course the universe seems to laugh. I didn't get home from work until nearly 6. I had to take a "pre-boyfriend" shower; which is longer and more intense than the 6 am 5 minute military showers I'll do in the mornings. I wanted to make sure I was nice and clean for Sir. And shaved how he likes. I also had to pack for work tomorrow and for the weekend at a volunteer camp, since I won't be going home to do so. That took...forever. We're renovating my apartment so boxes of stuff are EVERYWHERE and I couldn't get to my tent. And I couldn't leave without it. I finally get to it, get packed, fill up my tank and hit the road - it's now after 8 pm! I get to the highway and BAM! Huge construction and sitting. I really started to feel like it wouldn't even be worth the trip - I'm getting to his place after 9:30, and if we stick to my bedtime, that's an hour and a half of time together. I'd be driving more than actual time spent together. I called Sir because I was frustrated, late, and I wanted him to tell me what to do; to come or to turn around and go home. He initially said, "I don't know what to tell you," which got me frustrated, but soon he made the decision that I should continue on. And I'm happy with that. I guess I just needed to hear him say that; to give me the actual instruction.

He spent the rest of the drive talking to me (hands-free), and the time flew by. It was nice, like bonding before my arrival. We had a nice dinner, he collared me and instructed me to write this post. I'm not sure what else he actually has in store. He told me that he was going to have me on a regimented schedule tonight before our plans got shot to hell. And that I would be sleeping on the floor, cuffed to the bedposts. And that I'd have to earn my sleeping collar. I like my sleeping collar. It's comfortable and cute, and prevents me from snoring all night long like I do when I wear the big monster collar to bed. But it's already on me now; Sir told me to "move my ass" and I took that to mean the collaring position. He didn't; but maybe that's how I earned my sleeping collar? I like the idea of my having to "earn" things - sleeping collar, bed privileges (though I will probably rebel hard about having to sleep on the floor; it's going to be difficult). He mentioned that he was preparing a morning affirmations ritual for me, but that it wasn't done. He jokingly mentioned having me go to the roof of my apartment, but honestly... I like that idea. Finding time to do so might be difficult, as would climbing the 7 flights of stairs, but its really nice up there. And I bet during a sunset or sunrise it'd be very tranquil.

So I can see that Sir is taking my needs seriously, and is working to re-align us. I just wonder what else is in store!