I did not want to get out of bed this morning, tired, aching, sore all in a good way, alas the sore throat, runny nose and thumping headache was not expected, although im grateful it held off until today, so i lay in bed listening to the hustle bustle of the normal weekday morning routine going on downstairs, going over in my head the events of the weekend.
We had a good time, very good, an unexpected night out to see a Pink Floyd tribute band whom were brilliant, i loved it, lazy afternoon in bed being tormented and teased, after 3 months of being denied orgasms at one point i was begging for no more.....it was just too much.
Anyways much of the weekend has gone into my private journal, not because of anything bad, it was all very good...even the parts i didnt think was good at the time, i am one very happy content slave, lets just leave it at that.
Master was in a playful mood, and much to my surprise (and i think his!) i was very good, i did as i was told, ok there were a few moments of needing 'encouragement'.....which is not necessarily positive encouragement "well, I could always put the really thick needles through your nipples" which i really hate so that tends to get me motivated.
But there was a lot of playful banter, its nice to not have to always be so serious, to be able to mess around, calling him a "sick twisted nasty bastard" (in my defence its an accurate description) when im naked and vunerable felt really clever at the time....its when he demonstrates what a sick, twisted, nasty bastard he is..that i realise its perhaps not too clever...but i suffered deliciously...and on the plus side he takes it as a compliment!
Alas lying in bed is not an option, normal service must resume....and thats ok, because i love our 'normal'.