Sunday, 8th
Master lost his
patience with me last night. He usually handles himself well and
keeps control, but I guess he is not quite himself at the moment
either. As I wrote yesterday, I was all over the place, I did not
really know how to behave, and Master did not give much guidance
either. I just wanted to make sure he is comfortable, and I tried to
expect what he wants, so I was a bit too attentive. Finally he took
charge and ordered me to get the cage. We have some metal cuffs which
are attached to the bars and he managed to get those onto me. He
threatened to send me downstairs for Per to punish me. That would
mean the whip. And not for pleasure. I do not think my behaviour was
THAT bad!
So, we had a good
night, Master decided to keep his hand free. We both still did not
sleep too well.
This morning we
sat down and talked about the next few weeks, and Master set up some
rules. Yeah! It was a nice sunny day and we drove to the house to get
some gear. I had to wait in the car while Master packed some stuff.
We drove down to the park and went for a short walk and had one of
the marvellous hot chocolates at the kiosk.
Master was getting
uncomfortable and needed to rest and take some pain medication. So we
came home and while he rested I cooked lunch. I feel quite
comfortable in the kitchen now, especially after I fetched some
equipment yesterday.
Master got annoyed
with his inability to use both hands to eat. I knew better now than
to offer help. I have to wait until he gives up and asks me to
something specific. I think it is a natural urge to jump in and help.
I see that with parents of toddlers. They are so afraid the child
will fall over.
In the afternoon
it had started to rain. We both sat and read the paper. Master had to
sit at the table to read it, as he cannot hold it. In the evening we
watched some tv. I sat on the floor as usual. Master played with my
hair in my neck again, it is soo nice. We ended the night with a
delicious blow job.
Monday, 9th
Ah, day three. We
are getting back into our roles. I am glad we talked about some
rules. It is still hard for me sometimes, but it is good training. I
am naturally submissive, but it is another skill/mindset being a
slave.
We had a shower in
my bathroom. Master decided we better move the paperwork to the
office as the damp air might affect it. Anyway, I would like to be
able to sleep in my room again, so I will have to clear it. Then we
went to the building site. Master introduced me as part owner. They
picked up their conversation from Thursday. At first I was not really
paying attention, I was just looking around. Then I kind of
remembered my experiences with helping Master Robert, and I paid
attention and understood what the foreman was talking about.
In the afternoon
Master Owe had an appointment at the hospital. They changed the
bandages. The hand is still quite swollen and very bruised. It looks
so creepy to see the metal stick out of the hand.
They gave it a
good clean and bandaged it again. The new bandages are less thick and
Master hopes he will be able to use his fingers more. They took an
xray to see that everything was still in place and there is no
infection. We were there for 2 hours. Master was tired afterwards. I
took him home and then did some shopping. I went to our cafe for a
coffee. I felt guilty about leaving him on his own, but I felt I
needed some space. And I felt guilty for needing some space. I
confessed it to Master when I came home, he said it was ok. He had
quite enjoyed being at home alone.
I mentioned would
he be alright tomorrow, all day? We agreed I come home for lunch, and
come back after yoga before going to the centre a bit later. I phoned
them to update them and that I would be in later. Of course they were
fine with it. Master is planning to come to meditation.
I have started to
move some boxes. I noticed it strained me and it will take me several
days to do it. Master suggested we get one of the neighbors to help.
But I am ok at the moment, I like still sleeping in Owe's room. He
likes it too, so we carry on for now.
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