And so it has happened. Mistress and I had our first official week of setbacks since we decided to focus wholeheartedly on our lifestyle. Our energy levels over the past week have found themselves extremely low. For myself, work was ruthless. I was slammed with meetings start to finish most days, leaving me unavailable to deeply conversate with Mistress. On the other end, Mistress was preoccupied with the growing pains of our seven-month-old son. To top it off, the little one decided that sleeping was overrated and kept both of us awake until odd hours of the night. We would lay there and question why we were even up at that time; both of us pooped beyond relief while the little did everything possible to stay awake. So, not only were we both swamped, but we were dead tired by 5:00pm almost every day.
But not all is lost. Some of our practicings truly paid off. Mistress did not revert back to asking me to do things and kept her dominating tone even while yawning through her commands. I maintained my submissive duties, mostly. I can’t say that I followed everything exactly as instructed, but I did my best. Mistress was forgiving last week and over the weekend.
We did manage to sneak away for one evening last week and have a little date night. We went to a fancy restaurant and spoiled ourselves. She wore this stunning black dress with a pair of lacy stockings. She slipped into some low-cut black boots for the evening. I wore a nice shirt and some khaki pants per the usual; however, Mistress tied a rope harness underneath my clothes, the limited my movement during our outing. After dinner, Mistress and stopped by a local shop. She needed a new strap-on harness, for science, of course. Upon our arrival home, we were met with the daily struggle of life with children. Calming down the house took some time, but we managed to continue our evening afterward. Mistress fucked me until she came. She forced me off of her, bound my arms behind my back with the red leather armbinders, and forced me to clean her boots with my tongue. I must have done an excellent job because she rewarded me with an orgasm on my chest.
You know how you get a headache when the pressure of a massive storm is building in your part of the world? You can feel the wind shift, the clouds beginning to gray. The battering of a storm doesn’t care about your feelings. The storm needs to unleash its fury and dump rain, snow, or a mix. That is the look of today. Mistress has that storm in her eyes. She is well-rested and has been building her storm. Her pitiless demeanor is surfacing. The sadist twitch in her facial expressions has made subtle appearances today. The storm is going to dump…
Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 