having fun with life

I have received the money for the club. Master has organised it to be invested for me. I think he feels much better to have repaid me. But mine is his. Apparently, even though we are married, we have separate assets, something to do with tax. It pays to pay an accountant and his expertise. School was hard, I was not as prepared. I was busy with other stuff. I had lunch at the library and did some studying. Then I went to yoga and to the Centre. It was good to spend time with my friends there. We have so much going on. It was good to take a day out and just do regular stuff. It was good to see Master. He gave me a good session yesterday. It was unnerving to sit and see the sleep sack. I could not wait. It has been a very long time, and Master knew exactly he was not teasing me with it. It was torture. But it was also fun. If someone would have told me, even when I was at College, I would one day long to be squeezed into a sleep sack and just left alone to enjoy the tightness and the feeling of security it gives me. I guess it mimics the feeling of being back in a womb. My mother used to wrap Lizzie tightly into a blanket to get her to sleep, and she was calm and out like a light. Apparently I liked it too.

It is great that Master seems to enjoy putting me into a sleep sack, and then either playing with me or just leaving me and keep an eye on me. Usually, and last night, it took me a while to “come back down to earth”. Usually Master does it slowly, guiding me back. It takes expertise to do that, a trust, knowledge between the partners.