12.12.05
10:00 p.m.
The snow has almost melted. It climbed upwards of 50 degrees. I'm considering this "warm" these days. Oh, what a thought.
I asked Master in typical boy-like fashion, "Where does the snow go when it melts?" This is a valid question for someone from the dry lands, the places where they talk about "letting the water down" when the snow melts. This then fills the resevoirs to capacity, making it necessary to release water, that causes the flooding.
I see the snow gone. I don't see flooding or hear about bridges out, or water damage. Master said that the snow melts into the ground, and that is why everything blooms in the spring, because of all the water that the land soaks up.
This is an entirely foreign concept to me. But one I will accept.
I learned to drive in the snow. Friday I went out, and pushed the car through the sludge and the slippery white stuff. It was kind of fun. I was careful, and because I had Mamasita in the car, exercised more caution. Master was very worried about me driving in the funny white stuff. Quite frankly I'm more worried about icy bridges then slushy, melty snow. I know all about the dangers of black ice, especially on bridges. So I'm not trying to go out later at night, when the ice happens.
If all goes well, we will be making a trip to Kansas City on Sunday, to connect with lifestyle people, and start finding that community out here in the flatlands. I read my friends journals, and I miss home. Reading descriptions, and being reminded of what I've left behind causes homesickness.
Although I've continued to be a very productive boy. I made another trip to Goodwill today and made chocolate chip cookies. Yesterday I got the living room cleaned up and vacuumed, and books ready to donate to the library. There's been so much that I've done, I'm not remembering it all. Mostly I'm trying to help Master through the boredom of a gimped up leg. And Her own homesickness, and working through the desire of wanting play and sex, and not being able to have any of it right now.
We continue with the M/s dynamic. I work on being respectful and mindful of Her desires and wishes. And though sometimes I think I'm not doing the things She wants me to be doing, I'm doing the things that we both know HAVE to be done. I ask for guidence, and sometimes I meet with resistance on Her part to want to guide me. So I've discovered an interesting thing, slaves aren't the only ones who encounter resistance. It seems that Master/Mistresses/Tops/Dommes can have resistance too. They might call it something else, but I noticed yesterday what it felt like. And having a Master in a position of vulnerability is not an easy thing.
And this evening I've felt like crying. I don't know why. It's there, around the edges, plaguing me. I'm cranky and don't want to play well with others, and feel on the verge of some sort of explosion of emotion. I can't find the source, I don't know why, it could just be sheer frustration, anxiety, and stress crowding in on me, with no outlet to express it safely and sanely.
So, tomorrow I make it a priority to go to a meeting. Tomorrow, I find some time to start a creative project. Tomorrow I take some boy time, to not be the responsible, functioning adult in the relationship. The one who has to carry all the weight on his shoulders.
At least I got to the library and found some books to read, as well as check out the books for Master that she requested.
I'm looking forward to Sunday, and finding a way to vent the emotions that are crashing in right at this moment, in this very now!
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