A normal Saturday

Last night I spent some time in the cage, in the playroom, but I could hear Master in the living room, he was just reading. It was nice, I relaxed, I felt secure.

I moved some boxes again last night and this morning Master helped me with the last ones. We pushed them along on the floor. It is not really that he wants me out of his room, but our boundaries got blurred and we just want to be in our own space again. I talked to him this morning how I felt not quite right. He has picked up on it, but thought maybe I can catch myself. He thought if he tried to “help” me we would go back to the experience of last autumn. He noticed he gets very upset about not being able to do stuff, but he has not vocalized it. He thought I will get stressed if he does not show a calm front. He feels restless. He has arranged to meet with Sven at our gym. Sven is a personal trainer and Master feels more comfortable with a friend helping him with a work out than one of the staff.

I have done my shopping and been to the house to fetch the mail. I decided not to hang around, as I would get “homesick”.

When I came home Master had gone to meet with Sven. I wanted some company, but none of our friends were at home. I wanted some company of someone who is in the scene, someone I could talk to about slave stuff. We do not go the club often enough that I have made friends there. I usually find someone to talk to, even about slave stuff, but I do not have anyone I could call. Anyway, I do not think anyone from the club is in a similar situation. That is the difference between submissive and slave. Maybe I should try to write an essay about the difference, how I see it.

Master is back from the gym. I did some baking to keep me occupied. I listened to the radio and I was quite content. Master is very tired now, good tired.