Absence Makes My Heart More Submissive

I have been away house-sitting for friends in another state.

It is nice to have time away. Time with their little furballs (I do so miss having a little fluffy something in the house). Time to visit others without any real agenda. But the cost of all this is being away from Sir.

I knew I would be leaving and somehow this made me so much more willing to serve Sir. It was easier for me to get up early and make a special lunch for him for work. To make breakfast. To listen and respond to his commands with an open heart.

Why can I not be like that every day? What is it about knowing that you will be apart that makes a person more willing?

I have missed him very much, in more ways than one. His companionship, his opinions, his speech, his cuddles, and yes of course, his Dominance. I'm craving it, and it is making me needy, especially being so far away.

I should be returning this weekend, just in time for our 6-year anniversary.

I can't wait to put my arms, and other things, around him.

Sir is Back!

A week can pass by in a blink, or feel like eternity.

Being away from Sir this past week was somewhere between the two.

And when we finally had the evening alone together - it was wonderful.

Just a simple dinner, and a walk in our neighborhood to pick up ice cream for dessert.

We were getting ready for bed, and I was attempting to shoot my elastic hair bands at him from across the room. Apparently I have poor aim and skill, and the master had to show me how it's done. We went from this, to intense lovemaking and man... I just missed him.

He got me right in the chest, and I joked that he "hurt my feelings".

"Your feelings? Aww, let me get to them and make it all better..."

He pushed me down on the bed and lifted up my shirt and bra. Pinning my hands to my sides, he kissed me in the dead center of my chest - to get at my feelings. Then he just tortured me - licking, biting and blowing on my nipples while keeping me pinned. For some reason I was  very into this - probably being pinned, being teased, feeling his control. I was squirming around but he kept me in place.

When he wanted to take me, it was effortless, raw, intense. Sir pulling my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes while he pounded into me, licking my lips but refusing to kiss me, pinning me down.

All of that; it's hot. I like not having that control. And add that to missing him for the past week... it was explosive.

Welcome home, Sir!

Alone This Week

Sir is spending the week back in NYC completing an internship.

I drove him to the train on Sunday and said goodbye...

I know it is only a week. I know that before we moved in together, we'd often spend an entire week,  sometimes more before seeing each other.

But now it's different. We live together. I see him everyday. We sleep in the same bed and have our little routines. I've  gone away here and there since we've been living together, but not that many days, and I'm the one that is usually away.

I haven't spent this much time in our house alone.

I don't know what to do with myself.

I've spent the last couple of nights on his side of the bed, curled up with the cat (when the cat will grace me with his presence).

I do appreciate that having time away gives us time to breathe. Time to eat ice cream straight of the carton, have chips for dinner and sort of revel in a break from the norms. It's also time to appreciate each other. Time to actually miss one another.

And I do miss my Sir.