October 28, 2001

      As per usual it’s taken forever to find the time to write.  And I’ll be gone for five days this week, along with starting the new job the day after I return, so finding time to get here will continue to be difficult. 

     But what a busy week!  A particularly good one though, starting with a delicious scene on Tuesday night.  I’d asked Himself for a task that day, and even though He had to work for several hours that evening, He left me typewritten instructions (which I found tucked away in a white envelope at the top of the staircase when I got home) on what I was supposed to do. 

     Once I got into more comfortable clothes I was to put on the wrist and ankle cuffs. I was to select two toys from the toy bag and lay them neatly on the bed. When I heard Him come home and up the stairs I was to be kneeling beside the toys on the bed.

      Perfect.  Definitely not the type of task I was expecting; no writing assignment or such – but something incredibly delicious to look forward too!

      So I went about my evening – found some fish in the freezer that He’d cooked a few weeks ago and warmed it in the microwave.  Dinner done.  I took a shower and shaved all the bits of hair I could find on all my… bits.  I got into my robe (plus a cincher and pretty black lace thingy) and donned the cuffs, then explored the toy bag.  It was hard choosing only two toys, when I pretty much like most of what’s in there, but I quickly came to the conclusion that we need some new ones.  I wrestled with the impulse of being a brat and picking the two softest ones.  In the end I picked a small flogger and a cane.  And placed the nipple clamps on His night table since I figured they didn’t qualify as a ‘real toy’. 

     I opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Him, placing it beside His computer because I knew He’d check His email when He came in.  I indulged in a bit of the wine as well, and went back to my own computer to chat with friends while I waited for Him, which we assumed would be closer to 11.

     So at about 10:10, I was icq’ing with my daughter when I heard the door open.  Ack!  All the lights were still on and the computer was flashing messages and I ran!  Into the bedroom and robe gone and onto the bed as quickly as I could.  I heard His footsteps as He came up the stairs, and walked slowly down the hall, obviously taking in the fact that there was still a lot of activity happening.  But I was where I was told to be!

     He came up behind me and pressed His thumbs into my shoulders.  Said something, I don’t remember exactly what, about just making it into the room.  I admitted I was talking to my daughter, and at His query of whether I needed to finish or not, I explained that I’d sort of abandoned her, which wasn’t kosher at all.  He allowed me to go back to the machine, and we spent a pleasant half hour finishing up our business. 

     Then it was time for bed, and well … time.  I was allowed to keep my cincher on, and I almost wished I’d picked the ropes as a toy as well, so that I could be tied to the bed by the cuffs that He left on me.  And in spite of the limit of toys, it was a great scene.  I’d chosen one of the smaller flogger, that had a bit of nip to it, and the thinner cane.  I’m not sure if it’s the one He uses most often, but I don’t think so because of the sound it was making – or rather He was causing it to make.  It was a sort of ‘whooshah, whooshah sound’ and one that made my stomach tighten up inside every time I heard it.  Perfect.

     I don’t know which parts I liked the best; His forcefulness – a take charge manner that His mind seems to get to when He’s in extreme top mode – or the sting of the toys and the way I floated almost immediately, or the feel of His body taking mine.  I honestly couldn’t pick one.  I guess I’m greedy and just love it all! 

     I slept with the cuffs and the touch of Him all night.  Since then, there has been a slight change in how we are with each other, and our D/s.  He implemented a new rule – the velcro cuff I wear every night now (replacing the leather collar that we had to give up in the warm weather) is not to be taken off until I get in the shower every morning.  Which during the week means as soon as I get up, but on the weekends I don’t usually shower right away – preferring to spend time at the computer and sipping tea first.  And I’m trying to remember my ‘Sir’s’ again, which always puts me in a good place.

     I’ve decided that I’m going to continue to ask for the tasks.  It might seem like topping from the bottom to others, but it seems to me that it’s a workable way for us to keep the D/s bits alive and happy in a life that’s about to get even more hectic than it used to be.  And maybe He needs to learn the ‘habit’ of giving me tasks again.  Hey! It’s not always subbies that have to do the learning here!

                

Note:  pics below are clickable for navigation