Tell Me What You See

It's hard to write when you don't know what to say. Daddy's been busy with work lately, so there hasn't been much playtime. It's a lot of routine of late, each morning waking Daddy with her mouth on him. Warming his towel, setting out his shaving things and watching him. Making breakfast for her family -- tho she wishes we could all eat together instead of feeling like we're running a restaurant.  It's just the schedule right now...It will improve in a few years, we hope.  

It's all very routine...errands, gym, cleaning, cooking dinner.

Sometimes it's exhausting keeping the house quiet when he's home working in the evenings. Daddy never complains. He will ask mouse to stop hovering over him, and it's hard because it's only done to try to please him. The hovering can get annoying -- trying to anticipate his needs.

The truth is maybe, when he becomes super busy, mouse starts to feel neglected a little...left out...

Going to bed alone is kinda hard -- but when Daddy does come to bed, he pulls mouse close to him (of course she's awake -- or sleeping light enough so waking is easy) and we make love. That's the nicest part of the day that time when we can, for a short time, reconnect with each other. We talk after but it's light talk...he's exhausted so it's not the time to throw the world's problems at him. No, it's time to snuggle into his arms and feel loved.

In a few hours it begins again.

There are times though, mouse will try to shake things up...wiggling her rear or flashing him suggestively. Yea, begging and pleading for Daddy to give mouse some good smacks on her rear end. It doesn't escape him -- he gets it.

The other day mouse stuck this post in the draft folder and Daddy noticed it at once. He read it and validated everything mouse wrote. Still mouse felt the need to clarify her thoughts. Does mouse feel neglected? No -- not really at all. His focus is on work and family. There is no one else usurping or causing his energies to be divided in anyway. So when his attentions are focused not on work there's only us left and that's very nice.

As a family we all have our own needs and agendas. Still he does a magnificent job of meeting most of those needs. Now, here's where mouse becomes pouty -- not really but yeah. It makes mouse actually feel guilty for feeling that way.

For something that happens each year, you'd think mouse would be used to it. You'd think mouse would be able to just go with the flow and submit to it. Yet, she balks at it. Part of her does want to act out, to stomp her foot to get his attention -- to be naughty and earn a punishment.

Why is it so difficult to just ask?

The other day, mouse changed the title of this post and put it back into the draft folder. Ending it with the question, which Daddy read.

The following morning Daddy laid out mouse's clothing for the day. Sexy stuff underneath the most conservative shell. He pulled out the firm medium plug, lube and instructed mouse to bend over and deftly slid it into place. Then he watched her dress.

When he presented mouse with her list of chores, he added 'being still' to the list. He also scrawled what he wanted for the evening meal. For the next several hours every movement reminded mouse that she belonged to Daddy. That evening, long after the house was settled, Daddy had mouse lift her skirt and lean across his desk.

He warmed mouse up with his hand, before switching to the belt -- when he knew mouse was mentally lost in that place...well mouse isn't entirely sure but she thinks he stopped. Do remember vaguely sucking him -- more strongly though, mouse recalled the sense of being contained and the crying....the relief of just letting go. And just being allowed to "be."

The following days Daddy maintained those feelings in mouse and admitted he was enjoying our special time together more than he realized. It provided him with a worthwhile break from his own thoughts. He did explain it to mouse, but she wasn't in a place to really focus on his words. When she was -- he replied that it's just good for both of is.

And when she looked into his eyes, what she really saw was him.

Song Selection: Tell Me What You See