I just wanted to update everyone on my blog from yesterday. I talked on the phone with my slave, and we talked for a while about the misunderstanding we had the night before. While I still felt bad, he reassured me that he had no hard feelings about what had happened, and he was not avoiding me but had family around all day and could not talk. He made me feel better and by the end of the conversation he had put a smile on my sad little face.
We talked about how he had gotten "uppity", and not in the good way that I liked. He said "whatever" and that is a very touchy word for me. When it is said a certain way, all I see and hear is a mean, hateful word; something that comes out of my husbands mouth very frequently. As a slave it was totally uncalled for and disrespectful. While I understand that the boyfriend part of him took over, he needs to be reminded that I am not going to be talked to like that. I know for those of you who are not into the lifestyle this sounds totally wrong, and makes me sound like a super bitch. But before we developed our boyfriend/girlfriend relationship we had our Mistress/slave relationship. And in that relationship, I am the boss. What I say goes. So he will be punished. While he will not be whipped, he will be denied from having an orgasm until Friday of this week. That is one week from the offense.
He has planned a little get away for us this spring, and I could not be more excited. To be alone with each other for four whole days will be fantastic. Plus where we are going, I will get to see one of my best friends, which is an added bonus.
My husband thinks I am a psycho, which is always good. Well not really. I yelled at him for being an ass while he was on the phone with one of his girlfriends. So now he flat out refuses to use the phone when I am home. Whatever, they can have him for all I care. And last night when he finally got home, we fought about who he was with. While I know the open marriage was just a big giant band-aid, we had set forth some rules. He mentioned seeing his ex girlfriend. I told him that I was not comfortable with that, but I was not going to tell him who he could and could not see. So last night he went to her house and fucked her. Now he tells me that he loves me, but why would he disrespect my feelings if he loved me? I think it is because he is lying to himself. He does not want to admit that he does not love me. He loves the things I do for him, like cook dinner and clean house and take care of every thing but wiping his ass.
So enough for now, I am going to take a bath and go to bed. Good night all.
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