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.
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