Getting Back In The Swing of Things

No, we're not suddenly swinging. LOL

But, I am actually getting back in the swing of things!

Moving has created a change of scenery which all by itself is a big boost to mood and just feeling good about things. And, the additional bonus is that while we're still not 100% fully done unpacking, this house is so much nicer and better laid out. It's a place we can be proud of and, as such, I'm finding it much, much easier to stay on top of all my chores and finding actual enjoyment in it.

I have a lot on my plate right now, actually. Full time day job. Building my own business which will hopefully be getting busier and busier, and trying to keep my priorities straight at home with regard to my service.

Recently, I stumbled on a to-do list application called Toodledo that I just love. I can keep track of all my tasks on my desktop or phone (or tablet once I add it there) and the web application means I can check on my stuff from anywhere. A cool feature is that I can create three tiers of goals and have short and long term goals feed into lifelong goals... and then any tasks I create can feed into any of the goals so I can actually track my progress.

One of my lifelong goals is to be a better slave. Simple right? So I have some shorter term goals that feed into that, like completing all my chores. I've added all my chores to the application so I can easily see what i need to do and I've added some non physical things too, like reviewing my little list of reminders about how to stay present/mindful, to remind myself to use honorifics Syr enjoys as much as possible, to remind me to make sure She always has a beverage if She wants one, etc. And it's helping!

Plus it feels great to stay on top of all the chores because then the house is neat and clean and organized which just feels so nice - like there's space to breathe. So yes, things are going very, very well!

Moment of Passion

One of the best parts about moving... is extra alone time with Syr while we work to clean and paint the old place.

Yesterday, we went over to do some painting. Just Syr and I.  Total privacy and a totally empty house.

No more than fifteen minutes after our arrival, we were making out in the living room.... Syr pressing me into the wall as She totally claimed my mouth, running Her hands along my neck, sliding them under my shirt to cup my breasts, roll and pinch my nipples.

And no more than a minute or two after that and She was tugging my pants down and I was pulling my shirt and bra up over my head.  We managed not to break stride with our passionate kisses, all while we got closer and closer to the stairs.

And then, there I was... buck naked on the stairs with Syr's fingers driving into me and begging to cum for Her.

A moment or two to recover and then (after getting washed up and my clothes back on), we got started on the painting.

We may have had one or two additional make-out sessions as well that night.

Oh yeah. We've got our mojo back.

A Weekend To Reconnect

Ahh yes, I did promise details about my weekend away with Syr, didn't I?

So, my big Christmas gift from Syr was a two-parter. A night away at a fancy hotel downtown AND with a brand new collar - this time made of Titanium so that I won't have any more allergy issues. Yay!  

Originally, the plan had been to go away for the weekend and, while we were in the city, to shop around to see if we could find a new gold necklace. But the price of gold is insane and our wedding rings are made of Titanium.... so I asked Syr if She would consider Titanium instead. It was more affordable and we knew I wouldn't react to it, plus it would match our wedding rings. She agreed, and we ended up ordering the collar (necklace) from an online retailer. So that part was taken care of in advance (and it even arrived in the mail a few days before our hotel stay!). 

So, by the time we got to the day of our night away, everything was in order. Syr tasked me with doing the packing. Her instructions were vague, which can be challenging for me. I wanted to know precisely which Naughty Things to pack, but I think that She definitely gets a little thrill out of seeing what implements and devices and fun things I pack if left to my own devices. To be sure, usually I just pack most everything, because then I don't feel that I'm somehow "leading" the activities in some sort of subversive way. She did make one request though, that I NOT pack the needles. I wasn't disappointed because the needles is an activity we can play with quietly in our bedroom. One of the fun things about a night away at a hotel is the privacy that allows us to break out some of the, er, noisier activities.

I kept it simpler than I usually do. I packed the crop, which barely fit diagonally in our little carry on suitcase. And, I packed the small suede flogger (currently our only one), the wartenburg wheel, Syr's knives (because - hot!), some bum toys (because.. well.. *blush*), the fun factory double ball insertable thingie, and Ripper. I even remembered some gloves!  And then I added a change of clothes and some toiletries and we were all packed.

We took transit, partly for the adventure but mostly because parking downtown is a nightmare that you pay through the nose for. We left in the early afternoon, but since we were hungry, we stopped for a very light Sushi lunch before catching the bus. It was nice to start off with a nibble and some time to connect. And then we hit the bus stop. 

Checking in at the hotel was a breeze, but then the closer we got to our room, the more shy and little I got. It was clear that this would be an opportunity for more protocol and it had been so long since we'd  had the chance for that, I was feeling extra shy. Almost as soon as we got into the room, Syr was eyeing me like a big cat eyes its prey. But, She made sure we took our time getting settled in, checking out the amenities of the hotel, checking out the view, seeing how cozy the bed was, that sort of thing. By this point, I was starting to get a little wiggly just from the anticipation!

So I wasn't the least bit disappointed when She demanded I strip and hop on the bed. :) While I happily complied, She decided to see what I'd packed. As she rummaged through the contents chuckling evilly about all the things I'm sure She had planned, She also let slip that She had every intention of having Her way with me before our fancy dinner date we had planned. The evening was clearly going to be a multiple-romp event and I was more than ready.

That's when She asked me where the lube was.

Cue my deer in headlights .... "oh shit".... blank stare.

I'd packed ALL that stuff, even bum toys and gloves.... and forgotten the lube? Really? We have a ridiculous amount of lube. We have our favourite kind, flavoured kinds, sample packs of fancy stuff so we could see if we like any other brands. We have travel bottles and full size bottles. I forgot to bring ANY. :-|

Syr, thankfully was almost as amused as She was annoyed. After all - it was just one night. While we were local, we had taken transit so a "quick trip home" to pick up the missing lube would cost us at least two hours of our evening which was not exactly the plan. But, we were downtown, so I figured there must be a drugstore within walking distance. So I consulted my trusty smartphone. Once we located the nearest options that should have what we wanted, Syr decided She wasn't going to let the lack of some lube keep Her from some of Her plans... and maybe a little lesson for Her forgetful sub in the process. 

Pressing me back on the bed, She had Her way with me and then had me return the favour. Just a quickie mind you since you know... no lube.... but then She got out the fun factory double-ball insertable thingies and, patiently because... you know.. no lube..., inserted them. And then said "let's go get the lube."

So, my recompense for forgetting was to walk with Her to the nearest drugstore which was still not THAT close, mind you... for some lube for our hot date night. Eep. But I figured it could be worse... right? 

So we walked... down the hall... to the elevator... through the lobby... outside... and about a km along the boardwalk to the nearest drug store. Every once in a while I would just need to stop. Stand still. And squeeze Syr's arm REALLY tightly before continuing. But I made it. We bought a little bottle of the necessary slick stuff.... and then headed back. On the way back, I would alternate between wanting to speedwalk and wanting to just. stop. for a while. But Syr kept me moving.

In a show of absolute compassion, She let me remove the evil balls before going to dinner so I was able to concentrate on our lovely little date night dinner. Phew. 

But before going out to dinner, I made my way over to the easy chair that my Owner was lounging in and kneeled... and begged... that I be allowed to wear the new Collar in time for going out. I was nervous about asking because I didn't know if She'd planned any particular ceremony or thing around giving me the new collar. She kept me hanging for a bit while She considered my request. She does so enjoy seeing me squirmy and hearing me beg. Then She said some words... some wonderful, wonderful words. And asked me some questions... reminding me of Our Forever. And then She reminded me that once this collar goes on, it stays on. Period. And that was probably the best part. No worries about allergy issues. I grinned really big and said Yes Syr a whole lot. And then She put it around my neck and I grinned like a fool and twisted and turned in front of the mirror so I could see it from every possible angle. I couldn't be prouder as I walked on Her arm to dinner.

Dinner was divine! We shared a coconut shrimp appetizer, and we ordered two entrees and shared both... fish and chips (gourmet style!) and an amazing seafood fettuccine that had the most divine seared scallops, prawns, and salmon in a lobster cream sauce. That fettuccine dish was heaven on a plate. Seriously. I've never enjoyed scallops so much!  We even shared a teensy dessert sampler so we ended with some bites of sweet. And this fancy date portion of the evening ended up being just lovely. 

Afterward, we went back to our room, at first just to relax together as we let our bellies recover from such a lovely meal. The plan was to watch a movie together (no, not THAT kind of movie... the regular kind!) to give us some transition time from the dinner out to special time IN.

I'd brought my tablet, pre loaded with a few fun options and then I ran into technical trouble. I was getting increasingly frustrated with files not opening that should and other troubles when I heard Syr rummaging around for something.

The next thing I knew, was the feeling of cold steel against my back.... and I shivered. She ordered me to continue what I was doing with the tablet as She began exploring my bare back, neck, and shoulders with the wartenburg wheel. After a while, though, I found it hard to concentrate and the tablet lay forgotten next to me on the giant king bed while I started to lose myself in the sensations.

After playing with the wartenburg wheel for a while, Syr transitioned to Her knives. Slow, deliberate lines traced all over my back. She always knows exactly how hard to press to make me think She is slicing me open, when really She isn't even drawing any blood.

There's something about that... the fear and the sensations themselves.. that is intoxicatingly erotic.

It's also one of the fastest routes to a nice sub-space and I found myself getting there even quicker than usual.

She worked on my back for a while, and then flipped me over and worked on my chest some. She patiently traced more lines on me than I could even attempt to count and, by the time She was done, I was ready...

I was so ready....

I don't even know why we needed the lube!

Although, She was generous with it. Partly, I suspect, because we'd had to buy a new bottle and damned if She wasn't gonna use it. But partially because She had plans to not begin slowly nor gently.

One stroke, and She was buried inside me. No precursor, no slow entry. And in that moment, I was so floaty from the way She'd worked me over with Her knives that I couldn't remember Her even taking a break to strap up. Yet She had. And there I was.... impaled.... delightfully and fully and completely taken.

She didn't go slowly, not at all... not until She drove me right to the edge of sanity, to that place where I was begging and pleading for release. And still, She made me wait much much longer than She usually does. Or, at least it felt that way.

I remember having to try so hard to avoid losing myself to the impending waves of orgasm, without permission... and holding them at bay took every bit of effort I have. I remember lots of begging, and crying... and Her relentless "No"'s and "Not Yet"'s.

And then, finally, when I thought there would be nothing I could do to avoid the inevitable oblivion, She relented and the waves crashed over and around me and I just died.

Except I was still breathing.

I cried. No. I sobbed. I shook through wave after relentless wave and still the tears came. It was an ugly cry, but a cathartic one. I cried harder than I think I ever have with Her.... and I've cried pretty hard before.

And then, I fainted.

It's been a long time since I've done that! Syr prefers me to stay with Her, to not slip away that way.... but I did. I was out.

I know I was out because the next thing I remember after that was Syr's hands, so cold, as she slipped ice cube after ice cube inside me. And then Her fingers were on me and inside me and the waves were approaching again...

And then more tears.

More shuddering and shaking. More overwhelming sobs and a sensation of total release and absolute abandon.

Moments like these, I wonder who I ever was before I was Hers. She takes me to the most terrifying places and makes me feel safer than I ever felt all at the same time. It's a wonder to me how She manages it.

Once the tears slowed, I, unable to move, curled up into Her arms and had The Best Sleep Ever.

It was a divine night.

In the morning, after waking and showering, we hung out together for a bit. Syr praised me for being such a good girl during our time away (forgotten lube forgiven), and I asked for a Good Girl Spanking. It's my favourite after all. A good old-fashioned, Over The Knee bare bum meets bare hand spanking. And She agreed..... and delivered.

When it comes to an OTK spanking, I don't think I can ever get enough. But I was still all languid and soft and melty from the night before and so it was exactly the right amount and, after all, Syr's arm was getting tired....

But afterward, I brazenly scooted forward on the bed, facing away from Her, belly down, and spread my legs wide, wiggling my bum enticingly.

Syr, with a big grin on Her face that I could hear asked, "What do You want little girl?"

To which I replied.... "Your fingers... please?"

And then She did that thing that only She has ever done... with Her fingers inside me and Her thumb in EXACTLY the right place on the outside until I was begging for permission... yet again.

And this time, She didn't make me wait quite so long.... and it was... pure sweetness.

There was more showering after that and we reluctantly dressed and packed up and headed out. We stopped for a lovely little breakfast at a nearby diner and then returned home.

I think I floated on air for a few days after, still feeling Her marks on my back and Her cock driving me over the edge.

But ... now... it's been long enough.... and the busy of our everyday life is starting to settle and slow, leaving me remembering and aching... and wanting.... all over again.

Oh I am such a greedy, greedy girl.