Straight, No Chaser

Sir was battling a cold he caught from his sister when we were visiting for the holidays.

Before bringing him some NyQuil, I asked him if he wanted a drink for after to get that taste from his mouth.

"No, I'm good."

I guess he's being a man, or something. I bring him the medicine.

"An eighth of a cup?! That's a lot!"

"It's two tablespoons."

Sir takes his time with the medicine.

"Ugh!" He shakes his head, loosely moaning like a cartoon, sounding like an exhalating balloon.

"Use your tongue! Get every last drop out of there!" I tell him.

"I'm working on it, I'm working on it!"

"Should I have brought you a chaser?" I say, teasing him.

"I should make out with you right now, just for that!"

Touché, Sir.

Not My Place to Be Annoyed

When we were travelling for the holidays, Sir forgot to pack his pajama bottoms.

I got unduly annoyed by this. I'm not exactly sure why. It's Sir's body. If he wants to sleep in jeans, that's his prerogative. And because of our lucky circumstances (two nights in a hotel room, another night at his dad's in the guest room with the door closed), he only had to sleep in his jeans for one night (in my cousins' living room on the airbed).

So why does it annoy me so?

Maybe because I got the pants for him? Maybe because I don't like the thought of him being uncomfortable?

In writing this, I had a brand new thought, a revelation, perhaps.

Maybe it has something to do with preparedness and planning? Not packing them means not planning and being prepared. Lack of forethought has been a thorn in my side for some time...

I'm not exactly sure WHY I get annoyed about it, and that doesn't matter. I do know one thing.

It's not my place, and I need to get over myself. Instead of getting annoyed that he forgot to bring PJ pants when travelling (especially when he typically sleeps nude or in his underwear, so why would he think of that when packing), perhaps I can serve him better by trying to remember for him? Maybe I can try to think more of him and his comfort and being helpful when we're packing to travel.

And if both of us forget, definitely not huff, suck my teeth and sulk in annoyance.

More things to work on for the future!

Hair Bondage Silhouette

New Year's Day, Sir beautifully bound my hair.

Here is another shot he took of me standing at our front door. I like how the light is coming from the window through the curtains, almost silhouetting my hair. I enjoy the halo of our Christmas Wreath still on our door. I enjoy how fluffy my exposed hair is, highlighting the constraint.

And of course, I enjoyed Sir first brushing my hair, then so tightly binding it, trying out a gift I gave him for Christmas. I suppose it was a gift for me, too.

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Hair Bound for the New Year

New Year's Day. Sir and I had a bit of a lie-in since we got home from the party pretty late (well, late for us, haha).

Upon waking, Sir said that my hair looked like it could be brushed. Would I like him to brush my hair?

I wasn't fully awake and not making sense at first.

"Make your choice... this is a limited time offer," he said in a singsong voice.

Well, I certainly wasn't going to refuse such an offer; I love having my hair played with, touched, brushed,.. pretty much anything.

I jumped up out of bed to grab my hairbrush.

It was sitting on the windowsill in the bathroom. Upon handing it to Sir, he noticed that it was cold. He certainly used that to his advantage, pressing it to my sides, shocking me into being awake, then lulling me back into that dreamy haze by using those long strokes of the hairbrush, teeth scraping my back as my hair became untangled. I certainly enjoyed every stroke of that brush.

"Do you know what is going to happen now?"

I wasn't. Maybe make breakfast, clean something, start sucking?

"Whatever you tell me to do, Sir?"

"Well, that's a given. You're going to put your hair into a ponytail."

...I am? I am! My brain clicked into place and I finally realized what was probably going to happen. I darted back to the bathroom to grab a hair tie and put my hair up.

For Christmas, I had given Sir two 16-foot lengths of purple paracord as a stocking stuffer. It was sitting pretty at the craft store, and I figured I should get *something* kinky for him for Christmas, right?

I felt Sir take the paracord and start lacing it around my ponytail. This of course attracted the interest of our cat. How dare we use string and not invite his highness!

All string belongs to me, humans.

I did my best to keep my head straight while  keeping kitty away from the paracord. Several times Sir had to yank on my hair and remind me to stay still. 

I enjoyed the feeling of the paracord whipping against my back as Sir made loops around my hair. I enjoyed feeling the initial ponytail become tight against my head. I loved feeling the weight slowly being added. I wore it all day and right now it feels natural, as if it's part of me.

When Sir had completed his work, he had another task for me.

"Do you know what you are going to do now? You are going to suck my dick."

After Sir took a quick shower, I got to work, licking and sucking him. I was really into it this morning, despite me being silly (but what else is new).

"Bitch, if you're not already, get yourself wet."

Sir had me get on top and ride him. This morning I felt electrified as if I had goosebumps everywhere. Everything tingled.

"Come for me...You better come for me. If you don't, I am going to punish you, you hear me? Come for me."

Hearing that is almost like encouragement rather than a deterrent. Which I suppose it's meant to be. I think my brain treats it more like permission and gets more into it over worrying about what will happen if I don't finish. I suppose it removes my inhibitions about certain things, so I can enjoy it more.

I did come, and it was intense. Not sure if it was loud. We recently got new neighbors upstairs, but fuck it, we are who we are I guess. After I finished, I resumed riding Sir until he unceremoniously flipped me over, fucking me until he came. Wonderful. Sir has a hard time finishing while using a condom so I felt such joy that he was obviously enjoying himself as much as I was. I am also sporting an enormous hickey on my shoulder.

We'll soon be done with these stupid condoms. I finally got my birth control and will be starting on Sunday.

After letting me lay a bit since my legs felt like Jell-O, Sir had me rise to make breakfast. I got my apron on and whipped up some bacon and eggs. Sir spent time studying and I've been cleaning the house of all the holiday mess.

I adore my hair, thank you Sir!

What a lovely way to start 2016!

Happy New Year

2015 was a hard one. It definitely had its good moments, but it had one of the worst too.

This was the first entire year that Sir and I have lived together. This is definitely a good thing.

We made a lot of progress as a couple. Learning how to live together with each other. Learning how to made our D/s work. Reaching goals. Active domestic service every day. Wearing dresses/skirts every day (I actually wonder if I have worn pants -other than my required work uniform- at all this year). We got our D/s to a good place. It was working for us, and we really enjoyed it.

I got through a really tough working situation and finally found the job I've been waiting for, for nearly 4 years. Using my education, background, and in the field I've been hoping for. With a nice salary too!

We lost my dad this year. This has been the hardest thing to deal with, not only this year, but probably my entire life. Sir has been my absolute rock. Keeping me together, being supportive, literally holding me up when I couldn't do it myself. My brother even pulled him aside to tell him how much he appreciates him and what a great man he is.

I'm definitely not over it; I don't think that's something you get over. But I do feel that we're moving forward. I will always miss my father. I didn't write about him often here, but  we were extremely close. He was one of my best friends, and there's nothing that can fill that hole in my heart. But hopefully with time, the hole will get smaller.

I definitely think that we are in a better place - that I am in a better place than I was almost 5 months ago. Heck, even 2 months ago. And if I can see the progress there, I know I'll make more progress in the next 2 and a half months before I re-start work.

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Tonight, Sir and I went to a New Year's Party through a geek meetup group I'm part of. It was nice, low key, and something we did here in our area. No crazy travelling. We had a good time playing games, meeting new people, socializing. I baked some peppermint brownies, and though they were ugly, they tasted good. I feel like it's the first time we have tried to really integrate into life out here. We've been so insular, but we live here, and being part of the community, even if we end up moving is good for us I think.

Happy New Year from Me and Sir. I hope 2016 brings you enough. Enough food on your table, enough heat in your home. Enough time to spend with the ones you love. Enough laughter from joy in your life. Enough health to enjoy the beautiful days. Enough fortitude to make each day better than the last. Here's to 2016.