Breaks are hard. It’s been a rough week as Sir and I have tried to figure out where we are and where we’re going. Sleeping in bed without asking was downright weird. I felt like I was getting away with something all the time. It was an emotional week.
I met Sir for lunch on Friday and we talked a bit. We came up with a few ideas for trying new things to help. Maybe if I started bratting he will have something to respond to. He will feel justified in playing a little stronger and using more of his sadist tendencies. It seemed like a great way to try something new.
Then, when he got home he wanted to keep things in perspective. It was just an idea; he didn’t want me to get too excited. Which, of course, had the effect of killing my momentum and turning me into emotional jelly. I curled up in bed (his bed), and had a really rough night.
I woke up with a hand in my vagina and a whisper in my ear, ‘you’re mine’. And just like that, everything was back. I was his again. All protocols, all requests, everything that had made my previous week hell was gone. We spent the weekend at the new house working, so no chance for play or even the standard rules. But I could still feel him in that gooey way I like. We got home yesterday afternoon. Sir had me put my glass plug and he filled my pussy full of delicious cum. It was so nice to be back to our dynamic.
Not a full solution and not a fix all, but we’re getting there. Sir realized that we can’t experiment with new ideas, protocols, or rules from outside the dynamic. We can make alterations, but we need to have the foundation first. And now we can grow.