Early Friday Afternoon mouse received a text from Lucy. At that moment, mouse was really doing nothing, just sitting, contemplating dinner. The text said, "wanna get together tonight?" Cool! Instead of replying in text mouse phoned. Sometimes it's just easier to talk than to send text messages back and forth. We were both pretty eager to shirk cooking, so we talked about ordering Chinese food and getting pizza for the kids. As we talked, mouse sent Daddy a text about the plans -- yes asking permission. Told Lucy that it shouldn't be a problem, but just in case...no news is good news and we'd see them around 7:30.
There wasn't a lot to do, so mouse made a few lists for shopping and began planning the week's menu. Now, mouse did find it kinda odd she hadn't heard from Daddy, but figured he must be busy. At around 6 she called and ordered all the food, then got the kids into the car and started out. The Chinese food place is around 20 minutes from our home, and the pizza is 30 so we picked up the pizza first, then quickly made our way to the Chinese place.
Meanwhile Daddy came home to an empty home and food expectant dog. By the time mouse got home with the kids, Daddy was close to getting a bit frantic -- thinking there was an emergency of some sort. He called just as mouse was turning into our driveway. Told him we were home, seriously mouse couldn't understand what the fuss was about. He was quite terse with mouse, insisting that she had no right to make any plans with anyone without securing his permission first. Even after mouse explained that she had sent him a text (which he said he didn't receive) and showing him it on her phone...he began to calm only a little. He asked if it was too late to call it off, and like magic the doorbell rang. He sighed wearily.
Lucy and Schroeder brought wine and dessert and were blissfully unaware of any conflict (Daddy wouldn't ever reprimand mouse in front of them). During dinner Daddy's cell buzzed. Work sending a text message, but also his phone buzzed a couple more times. One text from his mom and the other was mouse's text about dinner. He dealt with the work issue and returned to the table.
After dinner and a quick cleanup, we played hearts and watched a movie (Message in a Bottle with Kevin Costner and Paul Newman) the guys grumbled at the plot, as mouse and Lucy passed Kleenex back and forth. The dessert was good tho.
When they left and after the kids were in bed Daddy said he had received the text message during dinner. He explained that mouse knows her rules or should and that mouse should have made more effort to contact him. The reason (he deduced) she hadn't put in the extra effort was that she was afraid he'd say no.
Was that really it? Yes, that coupled with the fact she really didn't want to cook, all which mouse admitted. He lectured mouse on protocol. Then told her to undress. He had her meditate on errors with thte clover clamps on her nipples and told her stand with her fingers laced behind her head. Then the unthinkable happend. The baby woke and began to cry (it should be said she fell asleep very early) but instantly mouse's breasts began to ache. Daddy at once saw mouse's discomfort. But said nothing. He told her not to move.
He left and tended to the baby (Babygirl will drink breast milk from a bottle from anyone, as long as she doesn't see mouse). By the time he returned mouse was in tears, begging and pleading for forgiveness and for release from the pain. He allowed mouse to pump her breasts but told her to do it slowly. He watched as mouse pumped one, then made her wait a few minutes before starting the other (which was leaking profusely). The milk was transferred into freezer bags and stored, equipment was thoroughly cleaned after. He told mouse to kneel and had mouse suck him, but when it was time for him to orgasm he withdrew and came on her face.
He was angry. For the first time in a long time mouse felt worthless. After a while mouse begged permission to wash and ready for bed. Daddy said it was fine, but she must meditate again. On her knees mouse handed Daddy the clamps (she truly despises clover clamps), which he applied placing the chain in her mouth and told her to look at the ceiling. Ouch!
After making mouse move her head several more times while she repeated her mantra about belonging to Daddy, he told her to stop, he removed the clamps and said to wash her face, brush and floss and go to bed. At that point mouse felt horrible A short while later in bed, wrapped in his arms, mouse told him how sorry she was and how the punishment felt. While it was going on, it helped make mouse feel better...like absolution. But now, mouse felt uneasy.
"Truly, truly sorry Sir, it won't happen again."
"Sir?" Daddy quietly repeated curious as to the choice of words.
It's just that when he corrects mouse like this, he feels less like Daddy and more like Master and mouse is reminded that she is a slave without a lot of expectations.
Saturday morning we got up, taking the kids to a farmers market. Honestly, mouse was on her very best behavior and mouse was rewarded with flowers (they were a very good price) and for lunch he ordered mouse a salad with steak, which of course mouse ate slowly.
That evening he took mouse slowly again rewarding her and saying that was the girl he knew and loved....
Sunday was spent relaxing, Daddy grilled up lots of veggies and chicken. Best part of that no cooking Monday!
Despite being corrected, no matter how well deserved, it was still a wonderful weekend and the mental rattle of chains lulled mouse to sleep.
Song Selection: Message in a Bottle; The Police