I miss O blogging. I miss his keywords. He feels he doesn't really need to, because he's contented. Yet, he insists that I continue blogging. Why? Am I not allowed to simply be content?
Okay, that might be reaching. I'm the bonsai tree, being turned, clipped and shaped. Omega makes sure I receive ample water, sunlight, and when he needs to he's not afraid to lop off a branch. If it helps the bonsai grow it's needed. Recently I've been going through a metamorphosis of sorts. A lot of change, and until I really got to know A, I always felt I balked against change. Now I realize, living with an autistic child, I'm very malleable. I can really go with the flow. Ya me!
I've often wrote that doing the right thing is never easy to do. Quitting my job, or the part of my job I liked in lieu of something that's really kinda dull but can be done from home. I haven't still gotten my sea legs in that. The balance often eludes me. I need full concentration to work, but with A around that is difficult. I get up earlier, and go to bed later, since O's busy watching the Olympics each night, it's kinda easy.
But this morning I was asked to go into the basement and wait for O. He came down showered, wearing his gray power suit, and told me to bend over onto the spanking bench. I assumed the position while he went to town on my ass. I was crying. Then he wasn't exactly done, he had me wear the small plug all day. Later, when he got home from work, he whipped and used my body.
I felt floaty all day, at first I balked against the plug, but as the day wore on, it reminded me of who I was and what. It felt good. Not sure how I kept my focus but I did. Not only that my thinking, it was clearer than its been in a long time. Omega does that to me. He finds my balance.
Over the weekend O had me clean the house, do all the wash and cook him a marvelous meal. I guess he was tired of everything being upside down. Now it's all back in order, and it will stay that way.
Thank you O for all you've given me.