So, most of last week was spent feeling completely disconnected and basically sorry for my sad self.
my neck felt like it was disconnected from the rest of my body - actually, i WISHED it felt disconnected. It actually was incredibly painful and out of whack. Master spent a lot of time massaging me and applying both ice and heat.
Work was just awful. Everyone was cranky, including me. One of my co-workers was out for a few days having minor surgery and i didn't even know anything was going on with her. Disconnected again! (Happy to report that she's fine!)
And then, much to my dismay, a phone call i made wasn't returned. *sigh* disconnected again. Not really a big deal, but after the week that i had - i really needed to hear a friendly voice! So, instead, i reached out to other people who i love dearly and was rewarded with some lovely conversation and much needed emails and texts. i love my peeps! :-)
So, come Friday, i was itching to get some action: i needed PLAY, sex, conversation, connection and human interaction. Really. i was as provocative as i could be on Friday night with out being blatantly disrespectful (and generally Master doesn't like a bratty slave!) But somehow, sashaying around in a tank top and panties that have an goofy owl on the butt is enough to get my ass spanked. i was rewarded for my sassiness with lots of delicious play! Fab! After that, we ended up having some great conversations.... which i almost (ALMOST!) needed more
than the play. (ALMOST!)
Saturday: i again practiced Artistic whining and provocativeness to get my way.
i convinced Master that we REALLY needed to go to the Eagle to support Peter and NYboL and Safer& Saner
after His holiday/work party dinner thing.
(And in the midst of my convincing that we should go out, i managed to strap on and fling Master in the sling!) (ok, i didn't fling Him- He ordered me to do it *grin*)
The work party was brutal - forced in to a conga line.... forced to HOLD HANDS WITH HIS CO-WORKERS and do some wacky circle dance! ack! ack! ack! Non-consensual dancing torture! But we got out of there as soon as possible to head to the Eagle, connect with everyone and carry on conversations that were started earlier in the week. Nice. Bliss! The place was jammed so that, unfortunately meant that i didn't get to have some of the conversations
that i wanted to have, but that'll happen in due course. i did get enough connection to make me happy indeed, so for a change, i will not whine. (patience, practice patience.....)
Sunday was an all day art class in town. i was up early, slightly hung over and bleary from lack of sleep. We were supposed to be making these funky photo layouts with words like "happy" and "splash" and "love" and instead i made things that said "NYboL" and "I M/s 2007"... which lead to a lot of questions. "Whats NYboL?" It's a boys club i belong to. "But you're a girl." i'm an associate and i only look like a girl and these are my brothers. "You have a lot
of brothers? Enough brothers that they have their own club?" Yes, i have a lot of brothers. They're all kinky perverts...
While fending off the questions, i did manage to learn a lot of new techinques and use some fun chemicals i'd never used before. Goggles are handy, indeed.
In the end, i was re-connected in spades.
my neck felt like it was disconnected from the rest of my body - actually, i WISHED it felt disconnected. It actually was incredibly painful and out of whack. Master spent a lot of time massaging me and applying both ice and heat.
Work was just awful. Everyone was cranky, including me. One of my co-workers was out for a few days having minor surgery and i didn't even know anything was going on with her. Disconnected again! (Happy to report that she's fine!)
And then, much to my dismay, a phone call i made wasn't returned. *sigh* disconnected again. Not really a big deal, but after the week that i had - i really needed to hear a friendly voice! So, instead, i reached out to other people who i love dearly and was rewarded with some lovely conversation and much needed emails and texts. i love my peeps! :-)
So, come Friday, i was itching to get some action: i needed PLAY, sex, conversation, connection and human interaction. Really. i was as provocative as i could be on Friday night with out being blatantly disrespectful (and generally Master doesn't like a bratty slave!) But somehow, sashaying around in a tank top and panties that have an goofy owl on the butt is enough to get my ass spanked. i was rewarded for my sassiness with lots of delicious play! Fab! After that, we ended up having some great conversations.... which i almost (ALMOST!) needed more
than the play. (ALMOST!)
Saturday: i again practiced Artistic whining and provocativeness to get my way.
i convinced Master that we REALLY needed to go to the Eagle to support Peter and NYboL and Safer& Saner
after His holiday/work party dinner thing.
(And in the midst of my convincing that we should go out, i managed to strap on and fling Master in the sling!) (ok, i didn't fling Him- He ordered me to do it *grin*)
The work party was brutal - forced in to a conga line.... forced to HOLD HANDS WITH HIS CO-WORKERS and do some wacky circle dance! ack! ack! ack! Non-consensual dancing torture! But we got out of there as soon as possible to head to the Eagle, connect with everyone and carry on conversations that were started earlier in the week. Nice. Bliss! The place was jammed so that, unfortunately meant that i didn't get to have some of the conversations
that i wanted to have, but that'll happen in due course. i did get enough connection to make me happy indeed, so for a change, i will not whine. (patience, practice patience.....)
Sunday was an all day art class in town. i was up early, slightly hung over and bleary from lack of sleep. We were supposed to be making these funky photo layouts with words like "happy" and "splash" and "love" and instead i made things that said "NYboL" and "I M/s 2007"... which lead to a lot of questions. "Whats NYboL?" It's a boys club i belong to. "But you're a girl." i'm an associate and i only look like a girl and these are my brothers. "You have a lot
of brothers? Enough brothers that they have their own club?" Yes, i have a lot of brothers. They're all kinky perverts...
While fending off the questions, i did manage to learn a lot of new techinques and use some fun chemicals i'd never used before. Goggles are handy, indeed.
In the end, i was re-connected in spades.
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