Well, I survived. I know, you weren’t really worried. I guess what I mean by ‘I survived’ is that I wasn’t a blubbery mess and I didn’t throw up. On the contrary, while I was splayed out in the shower, waiting on Sir’s shy bladder (sorry, Sir), my cunt was dripping. I was so aroused and excited. And I got to cum before bed. A very good evening.
Sir was also happy with my punishment writing. The prompt that he gave was pretty much what happened. Except, as I am sure you deduced, I didn’t respond so respectfully. Oops. Not an excuse, but sometimes, when you have a baby pulling your hair and a toddler shoving an iPad in your ribs you react poorly. I guess I just have to keep working at balancing mom duty and slave duty.
But, looking forward, Sir and I celebrate our anniversary on Sunday. Not sure the kids will let us play all day though (in fact, I can guarantee they won’t). But we are really just looking toward the future together and everything that we will experience this year. Sir brought me breakfast after he dropped the kids off at daycare. It wasn’t very slavish of me, but I don’t care. It was nice to be pampered.
Don’t worry, I won’t get used to it.