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It's only Tuesday. Boo!

Only two days to go until the weekend though. It's a three day weekend this week due to July 4th. But this week (the whole whopping two days of it) is ticking by ever so slowly.

I like my job, I really do. But it's frustrating as hell when time goes by so slowly. Plus it looks like this weekend it's just Master and myself. *gasp* Although I have a feeling that will change as the weekend gets closer. Don't ask me why I think that. I just do.

Work was pretty uneventful today. Master picked me up and we went home. He took His shower and we had pizza for dinner. We were supposed to drop off the rent check and go grocery shopping this evening but Master wasn't in the best of moods and rent isn't really due until tomorrow, and obviously we could eat without going grocery shopping... sssooo... we are putting it all off until tomorrow. Hopefully He gets out of work on time.

Other than that there isn't a lot going on right now. Exciting, isn't it?

Hell there isn't even a lot going on in my head right now. So it's not like I can delve into my gray matter and yank something out of there. I'm just sort of here, ya know?

Maybe tomorrow I'll have more to blog about.

Master, Daddy, Sir

I actually used to have Master's phone number listed in my cell phone as "MasterDaddySir". Why? Because I call Him all three things, and well.. I found it amusing.

Kaya did a post today about some of the restrictions her husband puts on her that sometimes reminds her of the restrictions a parent would put on a child. You can see that particular post here.

I've personally always been reminded of parent/child restrictions regarding some of the rules Master has for me.  And no, I don't always like them. And yes sometimes I sit here and go, "I'm 26.. what the fuck.." but not out loud.

But the restrictions Master places on me that are more "child like", He passes as health and/or safety concerns.

A bedtime is one of them. I don't actually have a set bed time. Normally Master and I are in bed (although maybe or maybe not asleep) by 11pm during the week. This is because we have to get up somewhere between 6 - 6:30am. So when 11pm rolls around Master will start turning off the TV or computer and say, "Bedtime Kitten." And I help with getting the animals settled and cleaning up in the living room and join Him in the bedroom. Most times I beat Him there and I set the alarms for us. Sometimes I'm not really tired, but I have to ask permission if I want to stay up later than 11pm during the week. He then decides whether it is okay or not. It usually is declined if I have to work the next day. He tells me no, that I have to sleep. And then we curl up and that's that.

I don't really mope about this, because He's going to bed with me. On the few rare occasions where He has told me I need to go to bed, but He's staying up.. I mope. Why? Because I want to be near Him. So I'll ask if I can sleep on my slave mat or on the couch instead. Normally He lets me get away with this.

On the weekend, there is no set time really. He just starts shutting things down, and says "Bedtime Kitten", like usual.Same rules apply. I can request to stay up, but of course that may be declined and I have to go to bed anyway.

Another one is when I'm coming home from work and I'm taking the bus, or even if I'm crossing the street to get to where He is parked. This is a newer rule.

He saw me cross against a "Do Not Walk" light one time to get to the car where He was, and I was scolded once I got in the car. I argued that the cars were far enough back that I knew I could make it. He declared health and safety concerns, so I am no longer allowed to cross the street when the light says "Do Not Walk". I have to wait, even if there is no traffic.

Oh another one is that if it is getting dark out, I am not allowed to sit on the computer without having the light on. Health concerns, I know, but it reminds me of when I was growing up and I'd be watching the TV or reading a book in a dark room and my mom or dad would walk in and go, "Turn on a light! You're going to go blind!"

But we do somewhat play with the Daddy/baby girl thing in our relationship. So I guess none of this seems out of place to me. I take to it naturally. I don't mean like I'm sitting here in pigtails playing with stickers.. I mean that I call Him Daddy and He calls me baby, baby girl, little one, etc. I like being held, I sit on His lap as often as possible, etc.

That's about the extent of it however.

Plus it's really no different then some of the punishments. Like the belt. Yeah, I got the belt a few times as a kid.. but Master has used that punishment quite a few times over the years. I've been spanked more times in our 6 years than I ever was growing up. Weird huh?

I find the topic interesting and wanted to post about it. Thanks for the idea Kaya. :-)

Sometimes when I try explain why I call Master "Daddy", I can't really find a way to explain it. I mean He's only 8 years older than I am. But I still look to Him as an Elder. I look to Him as a protector as well. And that also plays into why I call Him Daddy. He is extremely protective of me. Like I said, it's not "traditional" age play. That kind of stuff squicks me out. (No offense meant to those of you who enjoy that kink.. it's just not my thing.)

But what we do? It suits me just fine. I've asked Master how He would explain the Daddy/baby girl aspect of our realationship as well. He normally just shrugs and goes, "It's what we do." I guess, in the end, that's the explanation that is necessary.

I Love Being Married

I really do. When Master and I were first together and He told me He never wanted to get married again, since His first marriage had left a bad taste in His mouth.. I didn't think much of it. I was like, "Cool. Whatever."

But as our relationship grew, I knew I wanted to marry Him. I wanted to be able to call Him my Husband. And for nearly 2 1/2 years, I have had that privilege.

I don't know what the differences are, but I love being married. I really do. I mean, we don't really act any differently than we did when we were "just dating" or engaged. But there is something that has changed. I have no idea what, but I love it. I am so proud to be able to say, "This is my Husband."

I don't know what the difference is than when I said, "This is my boyfriend." I guess the level of commitment is better voiced? I don't want that to come across wrong. I know people can be very committed to one another and never get married. That's how Master and I were before we got married.

Eh. I don't know if this is making a lot of sense. All I know, is that I love Master.. and I love being married to Him. I know He pisses me off sometimes, and I piss Him off sometimes.. and yes.. we go through ruts and what not. But I wouldn't trade anything in the world for what we have.

As far as how this weekend has gone. Yesterday we had dinner w/ His mother. It didn't last long. Maybe an hour. His mom hurt her knee so she wanted to leave shortly after we were done eating. She got Him two new pairs of jeans. They fit. But the problem is, is that Master only really wears carpenter jeans. He likes having all the extra pockets. And He told her this on the phone. So what does she do? Buys relaxed fit jeans. He put them on today, and we were about the head out the door. Right when He started trying to find a place to put His cell, His wallet, and His cigs He became frustrated and immediatley changed into the carpenter jeans we got Him a few weeks ago.

So yeah, I don't know how often He's going to wear the ones His mom got.

We came home last night after dinner and relaxed. I put on lingerie and He made good use of me that night.

This morning we went down to my mother's. That was a bit of a pain in the ass because they had three exits closed and the interstate down to two lanes. From there we went to my dad's. Each place we only stayed about two hours, but we have to get up early tomorrow, so we wanted some time together this evening.

We're just chilling. Master is playing a video game and I'm on the internet. We're just trying to unwind. Hopefully this upcoming weekend is a little less filled with people other than us. I enjoyed it. I had a great weekend, but now I want some us time, aside from the evenings after work. How likely is that? Probably slim to none.

Had A Damn Good Time

I didn't post last night because we got home somewhat late. And I was a bit buzzed, so I wasn't sure how much sense I would make.

But let's start at the beginning. :-)

I got out of work at noon, and took the bus home. I didn't know what time Master was getting out of work, so I tried to do everything I needed to in a hurry. On the bus ride home I had decided I wanted to be freshly shaved and have make-up on by the time He walked in the door. So once I got home I took care of the animals and then set to it.

First I took a bath and got myself clean and shaved. Once that was done, I put on eyeliner and mascara. I decided not to wear lipstick because I knew we'd be eating and I didn't feel like having to fix it every few minutes.

Once all that was done, I stayed undressed and just chilled on the computer. Once Master called to let me know He was on His way home, I knelt on my slave mat after making sure the doors were unlocked. So I was kneeling when He walked in the door, which seemed to please Him. I had been thinking about the rut we were in, and how I hadn't worn make-up in a while. So that is why I had decided to put that on, hoping it would please Him.

He commented on that fact as soon as He was comfortable. I smiled at that.

While Master took His shower, He asked me what I was wearing for the night. I said I had waited to ask Him what He wanted me in. He told me to put on something that will keep me cool, yet be comfortable at the same time. I didn't go with my usual choice of jeans and a t-shirt when He tells me to be comfortable. I'm proud of myself.

I picked a summer dress out and put it on. Master saw it before He hopped into the shower and said that it was a good choice.

While He was actually in the shower, I picked out a pair of thigh highs and put those on. Then my 5 inch heels and of course my slave anklets. I hadn't worn those in a while because the clasps had been sticking. But I messed with them a little and they work fine now. Yay!

When Master was out of the shower, He saw my stockings and said that I had done well in picking out my outfit. *beams* He then asked if I had chosen the dress for tonight, and then the stockings for when we got home. I giggled and said, "Yeah that was the plan." He laughed and called me a slut before He started getting dressed as well.

We stopped at the grocery store. We were going to have a BBQ at His god sister's house, and it was a "everyone bring something" kind of thing. So we picked up beer brats, chips, and soda.

Then we headed on down. We arrived before anyone else did. So we got to hang out with His god sister and His aunt. That was really cool. They are the kind of people I can just hang with and not feel like there are awkward silences just because Master isn't in the room. (That's how I feel when we are with His mother.. like I have nothing to talk about, or I am afraid to crack a joke..)

Shortly there after another person showed up. She is the god sister's friend and someone Master used to hang out with as well and hasn't seen in about 15 years. We started setting up the grill, and lawn chairs outside. But we waited for B to show up before we started cooking. B, as in the guy who takes me to work each morning.

Then Master cooked on the grill. *smiles* I don't know why but I enjoyed watching Him cook on a grill. Weird. We can't have a charcoal grill where we are, due to our lease. We could have a propane grill, but we both hate propane grills... so we'd rather not grill at all.

We all talked, joked around, and had a good time while we ate. It turned into an early birthday celebration for His god sister and a belated one for Him. So we all decided to go to a bar shortly after we were done eating. On our way there, B called up his kinda sorta girlfriend and she met us there later.

It was a hole in the wall bar, but Master and I love those kind of bars. We don't like huge crowds, bad music, and all that jazz. We prefer smaller bars where if you bring a group of people, you're not likely to lose track of one another or have to deal with things like not being able to hear one another. The god sister's ex boyfriend also showed up.

Master, B, the god sister, and the ex boyfriend all played pool. I love watching pool games. I don't play myself, and have no interest in playing. I like watching other people play the game though, a lot. We were all joking around, talking shit, you know.. the usual. It was a blast! Although B's kinda sorta girlfriend didn't talk much, didn't do much, and just kind of sat there. I mean yeah I know she didn't know most of the people there, but still.. she didn't even try. I didn't know some of the people there either, I still talked to them, cracked jokes, and all that.

I had 2 Mike's Hard Lemonade (omg.. I'd never had one before.. it is SO replacing Smirnoff Ice for me) and Master, His god sister, and I all did a shot to say cheers to their birthdays.

The entire time we were at the bar Master and I were flirting. He allowed me to cop feels when He was sitting at the table and no one could see. He even moved His leg so I'd have better access. *purr* He picked me up off the ground, we kissed and hung on one another most of the night. He checked to see how wet I was, again at a table where people couldn't really see. Yay for not wearing underwear!

I nipped His neck and ear a few times and He did the same to me. He would sit on a bar stool and have me stand in front of Him while holding me. I loved it. I forgot how we are at a bar we're comfortable in. And we were instantly comfortable at this one. I had missed that. Don't get me wrong, we don't drink much at all. But we still like hanging out with our friends in small bars. You don't have to get drunk to enjoy yourself at a bar. Master only had two jack and cokes and one shot of Blackhaus. I had my 2 Mike's and a shot of Blackhaus. And that was over the course of about 5 hours.

We played music on the jukebox and just enjoyed ourselves. It was a blast!

We decided to head out around 12:30am, because we had to go home and take the dog out. Plus we had both gotten up at 6:30am.

On the ride home I was really chatty, because I was buzzed. But I wasn't drunk. Not even close. I don't like how I am when I'm drunk, I get depressed.

When we got home Master took care of the dog, and while I was in the bathroom, standing at the sink, He stood behind me and lifted my dress so He could rub His bare cock against my ass. His hands roamed around under my dress, grabbing my hips, my tits, my stomach, my thighs. He then smacked my ass and walked away.

I took my dress off and kept my stockings and heels on, and laid down on my slave mat. But eventually Master told me I should take my heels off, because He knew my feet were starting to hurt. I did, but kept the stockings on.

We stayed up and talked, smoked our cigs, and just relaxed. Eventually we retired to the bedroom and He claimed me. It was absolutely amazing. It was rough, it was passionate, and it had me cross eyed at the end.

I cleaned Him off, took off my stockings, and scented myself. Master and I then curled up and fell asleep, both tired and in really good moods.

Today we're going to dinner with His mother.

As I was telling Master last night, before the incredible sex, I think that's what we needed. To go out, hang out, and have a good time. Whenever we go out like that we, for whatever reason, get really flirty with one another. We drop not so subtle hints, we cop feels, we hold one another.. the whole nine yards. Whenever we have a really good time, that's what happens.

I think we may be breaking out of that rut we were in. We're already trying to set up another get together for the midle of July with a group of friends. :-)

"I Get Off"

I heard this song not that long ago on the radio. Not to bad.

Slow Thursday

Well, yet another Thursday that went by slowly and didn't want to end... but oh well. It's almost over now. I think part of the reason why it went by so slowly today is because I know I get out at noon tomorrow, and I'm anxious to start the weekend.

Master had another long, tiring day at work. :-(

He called me literally two minutes before I was going to clock out to tell me that He was just then getting out of His job. So I told Him I would just take the bus home, since I knew He was sore and tired and just wanted to go home. Plus what sense did it make to have Him drive a half hour to where I was, and me wait there, and then drive another half hour home... none at all. Knowing the bus route home has been freeing in a way. I don't have to worry about scrambling to find someone who isn't working to come pick me up, or wait over an hour for said ride home. So I clocked out, and called Master back on my cell while I waited for the bus and He drove home.

He sounded grateful, in a way, to not have to come get me. I know He doesn't mind picking me up... but I also know that sometimes He wishes He could just go straight home because He's had a long day. I don't mind.

The bus took forever. Stupid festival traffic slowed everything down for a while. And then at one of the bus stops, one bus driver got off, and another got on. But they sat there and talked through two green lights before finally switching who was driving and the other one left. Bastards.

Once I got home, we ordered pizza, and then watched a movie. I took my bath and asked if He wanted me in anything. He said no, not tonight. So I'm just relaxing right now, or trying to.

I just feel kind of here at the moment.

I also asked if He would like me to beg tonight. It wasn't that I was trying to get out of it. I just don't want to be annoying, and He looks like He's pretty beat. I think the three days of being out in the sun, when there is a heat advisory, is catching up with Him. Although He may have a short day tomorrow. We can hope. And then we'll head over to His god sister's.

It's kind of weird calling her His god sister... since neither of us are Christian.. but that's what she is. So whatever.

Speaking of not being a Christian. One of my coworkers today was very hyper.. she was laughing, joking, and so I smiled and said, "Looks like someone had a lot of caffiene today."

Innocent comment. Unexpected reply.

Her response was this: "Nope. But I had a big cup of Jesus this morning."

I just stood there. I respect other people's beliefs.. but if I were to tell her that I had meditated and talked with Mother Wolf this morning she'd look at me like I was a nut. But I remained respectful. I smiled and nodded. I started to walk away. She followed me.

She asked me if I believed in God. So I paused, kind of cocked my head to the side and was about to say, "Define God..." when she followed up her question with.. "You beleive in something?" To which I confidently said, "Yes. You could put it that way."

I really don't like explaining my beliefs to Christians that are some what ... fanactical. Which she is.

So she shook her head, and said, "We're going to have to work on you then. Jesus makes you want to dance." And she, I shit you not, to dance a little bit. I just laughed and walked faster.. away... far.. far.. away.

First, what is this we stuff. And second, you're not going to change my mind. Now granted I could have said a number of things. I could have said, "I was raised Lutheran, and personally, I think it is all a bunch of bullshit. I have found my path, and I am glad that you have found your's."

Then again, I could have also said, "Listen you Jesus humping psycho..."

But I didn't do either of those things. When it comes to discussing religion in the work place, I don't like to lie, but I also don't like to be specific. I do not need to justify anything to a coworker, or anyone else for that matter... except for Master. Because He is not just my Master, and my Husband, He is my Teacher, and my Elder.

Talking about religion at work makes me uncomfortable. If someone talks about how they went to church over the weekend, that's one thing. I don't mind at all. It doesn't bother me. Or if someone says a little prayer while they are stressed out. Hey, I get it.. that's what you do. No problems here.

But when you start talking like that particular coworker.. I don't like it, and I don't appreciate it.

But I also don't want to make a big deal about it either. Now if she were to start discriminating against me because I am not a Christian, or started hassling me about how I need to find Jesus (who by the way, has been behind the couch the whole time) I would speak with my supervisor. Until that point, I don't see a reason.

I do have to admit though, that although it is normal to see someone walking around with a cross on a necklace, or even one posted in their workstation... I think someone would throw a shit fit if I put up a medicine wheel. Damn us heathens, and our wicked ways.

Day By Day

It's Wednesday. The work week is now half over. Work wasn't that bad today. They gave everyone free lunch, sodas, and bottled water. So that was pretty neat.

Poor Master was out in this damn heat again all day today. So needless to say by the time He picked me up He looked pretty tired. :-( Our friend had picked up the game for us, so we drove out to his place, I handed him the money, and he gave me the game. Master and I went home and I watched Master play His birthday present for a while. He now has Overlord 2. He loved the first game, and so far it seems He is loving this one as well.

After tomorrow is done, it'll be the beginning of a busy weekend. I'm hoping Master gets out at a decent time on Friday because we need to hit the grocery store and then head down to His god sister's for a BBQ. It's one of those BBQ's where everyone brings a little something, which is why we need to hit the grocery store.

After my bath Master decided He wanted me nude for this evening, although He was kind enough to allow me to wear one of His denim shirts. Yes, I know it's fucking hot out, but when we have the AC on I get cold rather quickly.

The heat has pretty much zapped His energy. Me? I'm just sort of here at the moment. But hey... three day weekend next week. Yay! My office is closing on July 3rd, to celebrate July 4th. So that's pretty cool. Master should have off as well.

I'm a little nervous about this BBQ on Friday though. I know Master (of course) and B (the guy who takes me to work) .. but I've only met His god sister a handful of times.. and the other people in attendance I don't know at all. Plus it's a get together for those of the group that used to hang out when they were teens/kids. So I'm worried that they'll be reminsing most of the night and I'm not going to know what the hell they are talking about. But oh well, I'm sure I'll have a good time anyway.