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Monday, July 4, 2016

You Only Live Twice

 

We arrived, we are unpacked and we had a ton more that we donated to charity after we arrived. Clearly we still brought more than we had room for. Except for, believe it or not, we have extra space in the kitchen. Go figure. Daddy took a few hours setting up the sound system for the tv the contractor installed. Then, spent a few more getting the sound just right.

Frozen never sounded better -- said no mother ever.

That aside, things actually went fairly smoothly. Thanks in part to Aunt Lucy and Uncle Schroeder -- we had to be on company manners. Ha! As if they've never seen us bicker as a Master slave and married couple. The piano arrived and works just fine. We arrived a couple days ahead of the movers and mouse was pleased with most of the work done.

Except the wall color in our bedroom....it's peach. Maybe mouse inadvertently picked the wrong color or maybe they did -- but that's not the color. It's just not a color mouse would ever pick. Daddy said too bad, we'll have to live with it. The color mouse chose was a pretty pale grey that would go with our comforter, furniture and everything else. It would also be very easy to work with. What the hell goes with peach?

Daddy told mouse to simmer down, or risk correction, so she pulled up her big girl panties and tried ignored it. The color isn't terrible -- once she gets some new bedding, it might be ok -- truthfully we needed some new bedding anyway. The bathroom is smaller than mouse would normally like, but since it'll be just her's alone during the week somewhat manageable. On the lookout for a vintage style vanity/makeup table small enough to fit in an unusable (read: wasted space) corner. That would free up the small counter, medicine cabinet and drawer for Daddy's things.

Still waiting for all this to feel normal and relaxed.

In regard to this space, while we're not fixated on keeping it up, mouse likes to think that she will update from time to time. So she refuses to say goodbye...maybe just adieu. Daddy just pointed out that the word does mean goodbye. So maybe just toodle-oo. That sounds cheery and light...and not at all final right?

To our dear readers, followers and friends we both would like to express our gratitude through the years. The cups of coffee shared, the laughter and tears that are all contained here. Thank you for not just following our journey but becoming an important part of it.

Perhaps, after some reflection, live long and prosper is a far more fitting way to close...

 

 

Monday, June 13, 2016

One is the Loneliest Number

This is it, the last full week, everything is nearly packed away, Daddy has moved the last of his things to where he'll be staying and we all feel like we're already living out of suitcases. Tensions were running high last week, but now things have settled down. Some clothing can remain in the dressers, which is somewhat helpful since we don't need to bring every stitch of clothing we own, yet, mouse needs to be sure we have enough. The new washer and dryer were installed last week and yes, mouse did an eanie meanie miney moe, with paint colors.

Over the weekend we packed away the remaining kitchen pots and pans, saving a few that mouse will be needing and have mostly emptied the fridge. The next few days will be mostly take out meals or cold sandwiches, eggs...

We put a cooler into mouse's car, that will be filled with some food stuffs we'll need for the trip. Honestly, at this point mouse really does want the whole thing over. Yet there's some excitement over all this and once things settle down it'll be great.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Give Peace a Chance

Here we are, most things are in boxes, which makes everything somewhat a challenge. Next week we begin packing for the drive, we decided to bring a small television and DVD player. Clothing, toiletries and things we can't or won't trust the movers to move (like mouse's holiday dishes and tree ornaments). They'd have to be repacked into other boxes, and honestly mouse doesn't want to do that. Also there's cleaning supplies that the movers won't take and mouse will need those when we move.

All other things are more or less ready to go. What's left in the kitchen will be packed by the movers.

Daddy took care of the trailer and will hook it up to the SUV, while mouse will follow in the other car. Guess that's news, we bought a car...a new Prius is sitting in the driveway. It will be mouse's running around car (Daddy's isn't very fond of it, and made a clown car comment as he struggled to get out).

Admittedly, we have argued more than we ever have, and it's damn hard for mouse to keep a smile on her face, but she's trying. The renovations on the lake house are almost complete, the new windows were finally installed last week. They're the European style that can open into the house, or like a more traditional window. It'll be nice when it rains, so we don't feel so closed in.

They also look really nice too. Now the contractors want mouse to nail down the paint colors which is very difficult at a distance. The new flooring isn't too light or very dark, somewhere in the middle. There's a sample somewhere, but mouse is afraid it may have been packed. They sent a selection of paint swatches to choose from, but without physically being there, it's difficult. Daddy said it needs to be done, if mouse can't decide, he will and we all know what that means...

Monday, May 30, 2016

Three

Omega gave mouse a list, of course, but she hadn't gotten very far when he suddenly showed up at home. He hadn't given much instruction, do the regular chores and fill four boxes. The boxes were put together and the bottom taped the way he showed her to do this, but they were still empty.

He wasn't happy about that either. What was his slave up to all day anyway? Well, mouse stammered out a list, she'd gone shopping, went to the dry cleaners, dropped some more things for charity. He stopped mouse and asked where the donation slip was. It was on the table, but mouse hadn't yet filled it out. He slapped her bottom hard, which of course made her flustered and moist. Seriously?!

His little interrogation continued, filling out the card himself. Asking about contents, numbers of items, all which mouse answered. Then he said,"You realize that in three weeks the movers will arrive, will you still be placing items into boxes then?" Another slap to her bottom, and mouse set off to work on the hutch. It was silly to keep those things out, since they are decorative -- but yet, mouse was balking. Maybe it just feels too real?

When the boxes were filled, the hutch emptied, there was a sense of accomplishment. He's feeling stress too, mouse needs to remind herself of that and he wasn't really angry -- just never lets an opportunity to punish mouse's backside.

This week the goal is to somewhat finish packing. All the things we won't need for a few weeks will go into boxes. Music, movies and things like that -- a few movies will be left out, but Frozen has already been packed. June is looming....

 

Monday, May 23, 2016

Closer Still

Work is finished, well nearly so, just one final meeting today. The project mouse was working on is complete and there's no point in beginning a new one that she won't be finishing, so that's about all there is. The time line has needed some tweaking, to accommodate all involved but it seems the house will be finished a week early -- of course that can change to two weeks late in a heartbeat. Also, a scheduling snafu with the piano moving company...

They arrive a full week ahead of the planned day. Sigh. Which means, the piano will arrive a week before we do. Well, no. We've adjusted things so now we arrive the same day. Meanwhile we are looking at what we must bring and what will be packed.

Really mouse is learning to just "go with it".

The new mantra is, "it will all work out" and she's been repeating it under her breath frequently.

Daddy has kept mouse's bottom painfully sore lately, which oddly provides her with a whole lot of comfort and keeps her focused on her tasks.

This week will be the time to get the vehicle serviced, get the animals to the vet. Daddy began packing up his study, and moving unimportant things. He will be staying with his mom, who is happy to have the company and not feel so lonely between her trips. The study furniture will be going with us, because it's too large for the smaller den-like room he'll have. The large wardrobe will go into our bedroom to provide a bit more closet space and his desk, we're pretty sure will fit in the new addition part (a small room just off the master bedroom separated by French doors). One way or another mouse will make it work.

In many ways mouse would love nothing more to just fast forward through all this and wake up at the lake (with everything unpacked and settled). Other parts of her wants to scream are we crazy and stop the whole thing. We got the little one's room mostly packed (opening the boxes of toys and books will probably feel like Christmas). The kitchen is planned for next week, leaving just what really need.

We have just about 4 weeks to go.

 

Monday, May 16, 2016

Complicated mouse

Yes, we're just plugging along with the plan, packing things and working slowly toward our ultimate goal. We're already mid May, in just a month and a half we'll be packing up the family stuff and starting the adventure. At the moment, although the excitement is huge, mouse feels as raw and exposed as a rock layer, compacted and weathered by the elements. Not hardened, but brittle and easily broken.

All and all, Daddy is very quick to remind mouse, things are going very well.

Last night as mouse packed away and realized we're still bringing too much, so all the other boxes were opened and more things donated to charity. The biggest problem, while we are going to be gaining a bit of square footage in the remodel, it's still less than what we have now. Can you say significant downsize?

Still, it hasn't been all work and no play, in fact, play for Daddy and mouse has actually gone up a little -- if you can imagine that. The other night, he placed some alligator clamps behind the nipple ring, then filled mouse's bottom with the medium-large plug. It was a bit bigger than she's used to wearing, but got her in the right frame of mind. After slapping various body parts to his liking he took mouse from behind for a nice deep screw with the plug still in place. We don't play often with double penetration, and it took a while for mouse to settle and relax into the sensation. The pain of the nipple clamps, coupled with that full feeling seemed to build more than usual excitement in mouse.

After, we remained in bed for a while, mouse was quite happy, and her whole body seemed to respond to his touch. Removing the clamps though was a huge ouch, with the nipple rings attached, as the blood returned made the nipples just tingle in the most dastardly delicious way. A nice handprint size red mark was on her breasts from where he squeezed. There's something about seeing the marks after. Still today her area down there is sore, but not as bad as yesterday.

Overall, mouse is doing a little better at expressing her fears, or other issues to Daddy, and has settled nicely into a routine that works. Daddy has taken mouse more in hand, letting her know in no uncertain terms when she steps out of line. While some days are better than others (it feels like she does or says nothing right).

Next week more things change, last week of work for mouse. We're selling some extra furniture and more trips to charity with bags. Practical things too, like getting the vehicles serviced before the big, last drive. Daddy has forbidden anything new being purchased, he said, it can wait until we move to see what we really might need.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

The Sounds of Silence

A friend wondered if mouse still wakes Daddy by sucking him, and then wondered how he'll get along without it. Yes, mouse does and Daddy said he would manage somehow.. Recently, maybe because of all the impending change, mouse has begun to need to be super close to him and has started again to suck him at night. Sleeping with her on him or close to him.

We began filling a few boxes with things we don't use, of course the moment it's packed, mouse feels she needs it.

On Sunday mouse woke and couldn't find any of the magic morning wake-up juice, known commonly to most as coffee. After ripping the kitchen to shreds mouse grabbed her car keys and drove to the local coffee shop. When she returned home, there on a shelf in the garage sat a bag of coffee beans.

Apparently in mouse's case lack of coffee causes temporary blindness.

Naturally she confessed the whole thing to Daddy when he woke up. Naturally she was punished -- because she left the house without telling him. What if she had gotten into an accident? Also, she didn't pick up a newspaper, which even though it's a dying thing, it's the one thing he truly enjoys, blow jobs aside.

Meanwhile the countdown continues. It's been difficult.

Submission and slavery to Daddy is usually quite simple, even with all his "Expectations", it's rarely felt difficult. Sure there have been times when mouse has struggled, being honest about aspects of her, past and present, things haven't always been easy for Daddy -- or for mouse.

We did discuss, we made the pro and con lists, we moved slowly and carefully, and now we're at the point where all Daddy can do is ask that mouse humbly submit herself to this. And that's when she began balking. It's like putting something into a box she uses maybe twice a year and suddenly having second thoughts about it. Because there just might be a cannoli emergency.

The other day she packed away some guest towels, and thought, what if we need those? An emergency guest that needs to have homemade cannoli! What if we have an unexpected cold snap, and need to the ice scraper or snow shoes?

Of course we can't just forget the packing, there's far too much to just wait and it's highly unlikely there's going to be an unexpected cannoli and guest towel demanding visitor, bearing flowers. That's a good thing because the vases are packed in the box under the cannoli forms and guest towels.