Master and I had a
slow morning getting ready, I took my time with his blow job. He
seemed to enjoy it. We went to the building site. They found more
problems. The foreman complained that the studied architect has not
practical experience so what he draws does not work in practice. He
wanted to change something and wanted to get our approval. It has no
significant outcome on the end product and cost. He kept looking at
me while he explained. Master was concentrating on the plans and did
not seem to notice. Well, it annoyed me. Yes, I have been introduced
as part owner, but I think practical decisions need to be done by
Master. So I asked the foreman politely to address my Master, I had
no power to approve the changes. The foreman looked perplexed. Master
sent me to the car. When he finally joined me, he told me he finally
has explained our relationship to the foreman. He had been told about
it, but being confronted with it like today was a bit much for him.
He thought I had done the right thing to tell the foreman off. I was
afraid it was not my place and I would be told off by Master for
taking the initiative. But he was ok with it. I guess it was evidence
again that I am a bit more forward with our lifestyle than Master is.
We drove further out of town and found a nice restaurant. Master
enjoyed eating fish. I hardly ever cook it as I do not like fish
much. We had a leisurely afternoon at home. Master strapped me to the
bench. He put some white noise on for me. I was in a beautiful space
for a couple of hours. Master prepared us some dinner.
Barbara phoned me.
We had a good catch up. Erik had not told her much about our
conversation. It was a slave talk. We only talked about my anxiety
for a short time, it is over. It was nice to talk to her, and I miss
her. I took the liberty to snuggle to Master after I had hung up. He
understood. He just held and kissed me, assured me. He likes to be
intimate like that anyway. But we still are aware of our roles, and
we want to be in these roles. No, not roles. It is our
personalities.
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