A normal weekday?

Last night I felt Master coming home. He wore a different coat than the one he wore for our walk and had forgotten to change all the bits one needs, so did not have his keys! So lucky I had felt him coming home! He probably had somehow communicated to me to buzz him in. Our timing was perfect!

This morning I helped him get dressed for his meeting. He was actually nervous about it. We could not decide if a tie was too formal, so we asked Ingrid for advice! She sometimes must be sick of us asking her advice! Master had planned to go by public transport, then changed his mind. He suggested I could do a major shop with the car. The lease is nearly up, so it made sense. The hypermarket had “spring cleaning” offers on, so I stocked up on washing powder and some other cleaning stuff. I found my way around town quite well. I felt a bit uneasy being out on my own. Owe has been quite strict lately, despite knowing that I was out because he had instructed me to, being out on my own in the car was not nice. I found a good car space at the university. I waited for Master to come out. I had to go to the toilet. The security staff questioned me, when I explained my partner had a job interview here, they let me through. I hardly ever say my husband. It is not because I have a problem with being with a man, I just call him Master usually. If I say it with muggles I get funny looks. And I do not want to rub it in that I am married to a man. As well, for me the marriage is more a formality. Our Master/slave relationship is much more important to me and our dominant one. If I say partner, people can make up their own mind what that means.

Master phoned me just as I was back in the lobby. I was behind him, he could hear my phone ring. He turned around and had such a big smile on his face when he saw me, it gave me rush. Of course he could have smiled anyway as the meeting went so well.

I told him what I had bought and I would like to drop stuff off at the house. We needed to check the mail anyway, so we drove there. Owe might have had an encounter with a spirit. I had felt a strong presence since Friday, but it was positive. I think it was Arne. And as Master felt something, it kind of proved it to me.

I had to do my house work when we came home and I did some studying. Master did some stuff on the computer. He has been offered a lecturing position, but it would only be a few hours sporadically, teaching anaesthesia. He has to do a teaching qualification online. He is very interested, but is still considering all of his options.

When I was at the shop, I bought an eye liner. I had asked a shop assistant for some advice, what would be soft enough to be able to draw on skin, but washes off easily. I explained I wanted to try a design for a tattoo before committing myself to it. She suggested an eye liner. I would never have even looked in the make up department. Master was curious when I asked him if I can draw something on him. When I asked him to take his shirt off he had an idea. He sat on the sofa and I kind of sat on his legs. It was much more difficult to draw on skin than I had thought. It took quite a while, Master was very patient and held still. We took some photographs of the design so he can show it to the tattooist. He wants to have it done. I think he looks really sexy with it. He is already sexy, but this is very manly.