Last night I
snuggled up to Master before I went to sleep on my mattress. I traced
the tattoo, first with my finger, than with my tongue. Master wanted
me to attend to his nipples. It was nice, it was so intimate. He got
a hard on, but he did not want to do anything about it. Shame. I
haven't been fucked for, - a week.
I went to the gym.
Master suggested it. I haven't been for a week and it was hard work.
I have really neglected the gym for a few weeks, as we were in
Dalarna as well. I met with Ingrid for lunch, Master had arranged to
meet Stefan. Ingrid picked up on my stress, it was good to talk to
her.
I went to yoga. I
needed to do some shopping. When I came home Master was pleased to
see me. He embraced and kissed me. We ended up having sex on the
living room floor. It was fast, rough. But, oh it was what I had
needed. I think he was slightly drunk.
He had a rest on
the sofa, while I put the shopping away and started on dinner. I felt
like something had not been resolved. I was a little on edge. I kind
of have been on edge all week, and I am sick of this feeling. I have
talked to a lot of people, how I feel out of sorts. We have drawn up
rules, Master is being Master, I do my stuff. Nothing has really
changed, but I feel a bit not quite right. I cannot find words for
it. I cannot define my feelings, my thoughts. There is just a kind of
restlessness, being on edge. When we have done bondage, it was good.
But as soon as we are “normal” , ….
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