The Satisfying Return Of SIR

After several months of fleeting glimpses of my Sir in my husband's eyes, He has suddenly reemerged from the depths of stress and sickness. Much to my delight! In my disdain, I had removed my collar(mainly because the metal got caught on things and my sensitive skin saw fit to create a rash where it lay). Sir still remained submerged at that point and I had no idea of what He was planning in that devious mind of His.

My guess is that He saw my discomfort with my original collar and set about to find me something I could wear all the time without questions from others that was unique and delicate. About a week ago, Sir called me and my whole body lit up as I noticed the subtle change in His voice from Husband to Sir. He ordered me to dress nicely, do my hair and makeup and meet Him at the local bar. There He presented me with first, my favorite drink, and then opened a small purple box within which was a tiny silver chain with a real,  red tea rose encased in lacquer to preserve it forever attached. I squealed in surprise and love as He placed the delicate forever bloom around my throat and explained the reason for His choice.

"I have not been tending to you as diligently as I should. And, as such, I have seen you wilting under the weight of my demands. This is your new collar, to wear always unless it has need of cleaning. It is to symbolize that My love and guidance are always with you and that you are as precious and unique as the rose around your neck. I will make you bloom again. Thank you for your patience with me, my beautiful bliss."

I smiled gently as He wiped away my tears of silent gratitude.

The last few weeks have been filled with those tears...happy tears...tears of fulfillment.

Sir walking in with a bouquet of roses that look like a sunset and a huge teddy bear for when I am lonely(because, let's face it, every sub has a baby girl side and every Dom a Daddy side.), handing me a glass of my favorite wine for no other reason than to see my mouth curve into an appreciative grin. Oh yes, even after 5 years of marriage and 6 years together, He can still make my soul quiver with a glance or the flick of His finger under my chin. Even as He is giving me my task list for the day(Finally!), I am finding myself rushing to things I would normally do my very best to put off until I HAD to them with a hum and a wink.

My whole being is lit up from the inside, like a firefly in a jar. I am feeding on His kindness and His calm Dominance. He does not have to ask; He simply states what He wants and expects it to be done. I missed Him. I missed the ease that washes over me when He takes the world off of my shoulders and I am responsible only for my own actions and His pleasure.

My submission then wells over until there is only Us. My head resting upon His knees as He answers emails on my computer...Feeling His hands idly stroking my hair, or playfully cupping a breast, or challenging me to be silent as His fingers swirl inside of me, hidden in my jeans or the folds of my skirt, while we are watching a movie among friends.

In a few weeks, He is planning what will amount to our second honeymoon at a tacky, cute hotel on the island. He told me to pack His crop, my play collar and my smallest, most revealing lingerie. I wonder what He has in mind? I'll be sure to let you know*wink*.

Until then xoxo,

bliss

Hello Husband! Can I Have Sir Back Now?

Yeah, Sir has been sick with this bronchitis plague for way to long! Unfortunately, when sick, Sir ceases to be Sir and becomes similar to a 4 year old who has been out to long and needs a nap. I have been running myself ragged caring for Him and for our two boys that He passed the illness on to, for well over 3 weeks. I'm worried that by the time He is feeling tip top enough to wield the whip again,at best I will be to exhausted, or at worst, have then come down with the same illness. I love my Sir and I do not mind caring for Him, but when it starts to affect my own health, I worry. Sometimes, I need a break as well. Rest assured, every time I DO get a break, within an hour all I want to do is go home to my Sir and cuddle.

As of right now, I know very well I have gotten away with waaaaaay to much sass. I'm virtually asking for a heavy session...One that pushes me past my limits and makes me sweat, makes me cry, makes me bleed and makes me fly *licks lips and smiles*.

I long for Sir to look at me with His dark stare and tell me to bring the crop to Him in my teeth, instead of watching Him cough and listlessly play video games.

I miss Him. I need Him. I want to feel His hands tearing apart my clothes and pulling on my hair. Taste the sex and blood on His whip.  I want to drown in His discipline and His guidance. 

When?

Soon, I hope.

Until then, I will keep feeding my Husband broth and vitamins until he magically transforms into Sir again.