The other night in a drunken frenzy of lust and a full lack of inhibition I begged… and I got EXACTLY what I begged for. Now as I forgetfully graze across the mark I get shivers. I missed Him. I forgot not how good the pain felt, but rather how good HE feels when He just lets go. Since that night I feel like a constant arc of electricity just keeps bouncing back and forth between us… I love that spark!

Day in, Day out… Wake up too early. Make coffee. Send the kids off to school. Get caught up on the days’ news. Work a little. Poke at my online friends. Work some more. Wander the property. Talk about work. Nap if we’re lucky. Make decisions. Welcome the kids. Help with homework. Make dinner. Have dinner. Clean up and settle in for the night. Socialize with family/neighbors. Put off going to bed in search of something to do. Finally pass out either on the couch, or in bed, too sleepy from boredom.

The other day Master was explaining to me how a couple we know was having issues that started with her getting too lost in the roles of Mother and house manager and wife to fulfill the roles of lover and best friend. I understand that. I feel that. I want to ravage him on a daily basis. I want to spend hours cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. I want to take an afternoon drive to go nowhere and look at nothing just to be alone with him. I want to feel sexy. I want him to know how much he still attracts me every day. I want him to know that he is the first and last thing I think about every day. But instead I am falling into a routine of chasing boredom out of the shadows with projects, and answering to children every 30 seconds, and having a thousand tasks that seem so important in the moment but distract from what is in my heart.

This has nothing to do with kinky sex, extra arms and legs, paddles and punishment, or anything of a BDSM nature… I really don’t know what my point is. I just don’t want to disappear inside all our daily duties. I want to find a balance between being responsible AND being in love.

What happens when the answer isn’t always at the tip of your tongue?

There are times I do not know how to answer Master when he gives an order. Shocking right? After all, the answer should always be “Yes Sir” or something along that vein. But still, there are times when the house manager/businesswoman/natural individual that I am gets stuck, so for those times I am calling out to other pets who read my blog to tell me how they handle some of these situations, like…

• Master wants anal sex and you’ve been having some bad indigestion issues.
• Master has called for you to perform a task, and you have dinner on the stove and a hungry family waiting.
• You’re in the middle of something for work and Master has called on you for the #’th time during the project.
• Your rhythms are out of sync leaving Master in a playful mood while you’re on productive mode or vice versa.

I’m in no way trying to imply that other needs are more important than His, just pointing out that sometimes being an individual thinker and house manager conflicts with being a pet, and wondering how others address this.