November 1,  2003

        In spite of all that is going through His head these days, Sir aka Master aka Himself seems to be really trying to reach beyond the dreary thoughts and stay connected with what, and 'who', is happening around Him.  No small feat, when you consider what His life has been like these past months.  

       He's definitely focusing on the D/s that is us.  But so am i.  Trying to pay more attention and making good use of the day cuffs seems to be lending a positive slant to life in general.  And of course the day cuffs blend in even in Normal Land, which makes them a natural tool of choice.  Twice He's attached the chain to both wrists, which restricts my movements, slows me down, and makes me feel very elegant.  He hasn't fastened them that way in public yet - although i know He will at some point, and i'll be struggling with my usual self-conciousness again.  But for now, around the house it feels perfectly normal and right.  And when the chain is wrapped around one wrist only, i'm still moving as though both wrists are involved, and surprised to see that they aren't.  That's a weird sensation. 

      We seem to be practicing a subtle emotional dance around each other.  Both of us had a lot of alone time - away from each other - and while i know we are both very glad that's done, learning to share space again is proving to be interesting.  The strangest things trigger the realization that He's really home.  (Besides the fact that the kitchen looks like a bomb has hit it and the most yummy food is spewing forth as a result.)

      Triggers:  The phone is ringing a lot more.  There's an extra toothbrush in the cup in the bathroom, which means my careful arrangement of toothpaste and brush got rearranged.  The once cavernous and painfully empty refrigerator is packed.  (i grumbled something about that when trying to find an ounce of space to put away things last night.)  We've had way too much wine.  There's a bundle of clothes on the bedroom floor.  i can't read in bed in the morning because i would wake Him up with my light on.  And i can't lie there waiting for Him to wake up 'cause i get restless.  

       And i just want to spend all my time touching Him.  

       i know there are triggers for Him as well, but i can't really speak to them, as He hasn't shared and i haven't asked.  Most of them i think i can sense - the most obvious being when He just wants to hole up under the blankets with a book - by Himself.  

       i think what i notice the most is that we are gentler with each other.  The months before He left were not great.  We were grumbly, and edgy, and sniping way too much.   There's been a few moments like that since His return, but easily recognized, dealt with, and gotten over.  In general, we've been much more careful with each other - and i really think part of that is from trying to express the D/s more.

       The rituals are like an anchor that is grounding us.  And providing a good place to start from while getting used to each other again.  And they seem to be enticing Him to participate more - with the cuffs - and with some yummy spanking and usage of canes.  

       i forgot how much energy He brings to this house.  i wonder if i do the same.

PS - i like today's quote.

PSS - new story by me, with new pen name.  i still read it and hate it, but some people seem to enjoy.  No laughing allowed.

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