February 13, 2001

So i'm spending my lunch hours writing - it helps me feel more connected with home.

     Master read yesterday's post and i swear i could detect a blush under His dark skin.  Perfect. *g*

     We also had a perfect evening.  He gave me a glorious bouquet of flowers - 2 heavenly-scented roses nestled among freesia and baby's breath.  Then we went out to dinner.  He took me to a restaurant that He used to frequent years ago and we gorged upon much sushi and drank sake.  

     When we first arrived, we were escorted to the back room where the tables were arranged Japanese style.  We had to remove our boots and then crawl over the benches to get to the cushions. Under the table were two pairs of warm slippers for our feet.  i couldn't talk Himself into wearing the bunny slippers (later on i realized they were actually supposed to be dogs) - He wisely chose the more manly brocade. i was thoroughly charmed by it all.  

     Just as we settled in, Master pulled out the day cuffs from His pocket.  He attached the ends of the fine chain around each of my wrists ( so now it looked like i was wearing a bracelet on each arm - with a chain running from side to side.)  my turn to blush!  This was the first time He's had me wear them this way in a public place, and i spent the rest of the meal hiding my hands under the table when the waitress came by.  Luckily, there was a small dividing wall between us and the next table.  The table across from us had a clear view however, and as the meal went on, i relaxed a few times, then noticed the woman at that table glancing my way.  Himself heard their conversation turn to chains and was more than a bit amused.

     He did release one of my wrists when it was time to leave, so that i could put my coat on, and i wore the cuff on one wrist only until He removed it at bedtime. 

     He treated me like a princess and i admit to lapping up ever second.  my coat held for me and the car door opened and even though He does do all of the above on a regular basis, it just seemed even more touching last night.  He'd even done the guy thing and had the car cleaned inside and out.  

     Once home, i changed into night clothes and then poured us each a nightcap.  i was allowed time to put up yesterday's journal entry (this is the point where He blushed *eg*)  As we got ready for bed, i commented that the house seemed cold, and upon further inspection Himself discovered that the furnace wasn't working.  A call was put in to the service company, who said they would be over within the hour.

     "This is so not how I intended to spend the next hour with you;" Master had lamented after He hung up the phone.  But what could we do?  The alternatives - frozen water pipes or the tenant's child getting sick - were not acceptable.

     So i did the only sensible thing.  i crawled into bed and under the blankets - grabbed my book and proceeded to wait.  i became the official bed warmer.

      Lucky for us the serviceman arrived early, cleaned out a part of some sort and voila! Heat again.  Himself came back upstairs, did His own crawl into the bed and we briefly discussed the aging furnace woes.

     Then He turned out the lights, curled over on top of me and gave me a thorough demonstration of how a real bed warmer works.

      Yum :)