Saturday morning I stayed in bed a bit
longer again. My abdomen was still hurting a bit. I did a shorter
yoga session. Master had left me a note that he had gone to bed very
late and to let him sleep. I went to get us something special for
breakfast. Our local delicatessen does these sweet bread rolls with
raisins in on Saturdays, but one needs to get there early, they sell
out quickly. I laid the table and prepared everything for breakfast,
then it was 9am and time to wake Master. I was looking forward to
having “our time”, but Master was not in the mood. He was ok with
me waking him, though. He wanted to go to the gym, as usual. He
liked my breakfast surprise. He had introduced me to this delicacy. I
have tried to make them, but I do not get it right.
We discussed my meal plans for the next
week and what we need to buy. This last week or so he has taken more
control. I think it is just a phase, he has quite a lot going on at
the moment, and controlling me is an outlet for him. So we left
together, he went to the gym and I went shopping. We arranged to meet
at the local supermarket so he can help me carry stuff.
The market was not very busy, it is
cold and many of the traders take time off. I like to buy at the
cheese stall, they always let me try stuff and they have a good
selection of sheep's and goat's cheese, which I can eat. I eat more
cheese since I live in Stockholm, we have not had the choice in rural
Canada.
I met up with Sabine for a short time
to have a hot drink. We have not seen much of each other as I have
missed yoga and went straight home on Thursday. She is enjoying live.
Master met me when I was paying at the
till. He had been home to drop his bag off. I was glad to see him, as
I had a lot to carry. Using the car in town is pretty useless. We are
not too far from the bus, but most of the time we walk to the shops.
We took the bus for 2 stops today, as we had the bags and it was
raining slightly. Master calls it a drizzle in English. We took the
lift up. It makes a lot of noise, and sometimes I am afraid we will
get stuck, but it always works out. Master left me to put everything
away, I have my system. He sat down with the paper. I brought him a
drink and then started to cook lunch. The kitchen here is separated
by a wall, at the house I like the open plan and to be able to see
him and we can talk. We have talked about knocking the wall down, but
at the moment it works.
I had bought steaks, I thought he
needed a good portion of red meat after the last few days and he
deserved it. He was pleased with it.
After lunch, after I had cleared up, we
both sat down to read. I sat on the floor, as usual.
We had some tea for fika, and I had
bought some cake. Now I am in my room, writing my diary.
I miss my chair!
We are back from M/s night, I am a bit
hyper, so maybe writing the diary will help me settle.
The bar was in the central part of
Stockholm, a posh, trendy one. We were supposed to have our own bar
in the function room, but apparently they could not get the staff, so
we had to go into the main room. Which was ok, as everyone was
dressed vanilla. Well, I wore my fleece lined leather trousers, as
they are nice and warm. I had put a black t-shirt on top (I often
wear a long sleeved fleecy t-shirt and a short sleeved shirt on top)
and Master made me change it. It was the one I wore at Pride, to
advertise our club. The writing is only on the back and I had grabbed
it quickly. Master thought it was inappropriate to go to another club
advertising ours. Ours. Well, I guess it is. I will be a 30% owner
when Master pays me back. Martin will have 15%.
We were there first along with Martin,
we thought we should as we paid for the room. People were trickling
in, it was nice to see people again. I had not realised how much they
are my friends, even if I only see them once a month. Later in the
evening Master called me over and instructed me to get more drinks.
He had had a beer, but I was only allowed soft drinks. He wanted a
tonic. I went to the bar, it was quite busy. I ordered our drinks.
Suddenly the guy next to me made a remark, he said: the barman just
put a gin into the drink, I thought you had ordered a plain tonic? Oh
my God, it was the drink for Master, he would be angry with me, he
hates gin. We often have the problem actually, although Gin and Tonic
is apparently not such a common drink in mainland Europe. I
challenged the bar man and he apologised, he said it is so automatic.
I thanked my fellow drinker and got chatting. He asked me what kind
of group we are. Me, being very open and innocent, just told him. He
was interested to know more, he said he was a journalism major and
wrote a blog about experiences in bars. He liked to go and watch
people. I invited him to come along. I gave Master his drink and as
he was in conversation, he just took it off me and did not even look
at me. I was walking back to the slaves table, and the guy commented
how rude Owe had been. ?? That is normal behaviour for us. I am there
to serve. The guy was very interested and the other slaves and subs
were happy to chat to him. Most of us think people do misunderstand
kink as they do not know anything about it and it needs to be more in
the open.
We left about 11pm, our usual time. Of
course it took us longer to get home. The trains were busy, with
people travelling home and going to different venues. A lot of dance
clubs do not start until 11pm. In SR, you would only see a stray dog
or in deepest winter MAYBE a bear on the street at that time. Master
and I were quiet, we had talked so much all evening. He was holding
my hand. Not that effective as we both wore gloves, but still nice.
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