Holding Hands and Spending the Hours Reminiscing

Good Morning friends, our weather here is still deciding which way to go, we seem stuck in an endless loop between rain and snow. Not always cold enough for snow, but an odd mixture of ice and rain. Thankfully the ice really doesn't stick to the ground, but leaves its mark in icicles that grow longer from the rain gutters.

As Daddy got a bit better, he decided to spend a little time reading some of his old journals that he's dutifully kept over the years. He's rarely without one -- in all the years mouse has known him. There's a level of dedication in him that's somewhat surprising. He's got a few older journals that describe other parts of his life -- parts he wouldn't want the kids or his mother to read. The devil is in the details, as you flip through heady torture device designs and vivid descriptions of scenes from the Dom point of view.

There are some dedicated to former slaves he's known -- going into some detail about how they were trained. Each were different and trained in a completely different way. Not sure why this surprised mouse but it did. When asked, he simply replied that each had different strengths and weaknesses. Matter-of-fact that man is -- he went on to explain that each responded differently to various stimuli. He sounds like a scientist at times. The Hypothesis (what he thinks might occur) The experiment (the scene or situation). The subject (slave, sub or bottom). It was all kinda mind blowing to mouse.

Eventually, he put aside the old journals, settled back into bed, and mouse snuggled close to him, asking why he didn't train her the way he'd trained the other girls. He just replied the question wasn't appropriate and gave mouse a task to suck him.

"Hands behind your back slave."

It's more challenging for mouse while he's laying down to keep her position, but she settled and began to lick his shaft, and smiled as he grew more hard. He commented that he likes it when she makes eye contact with him and smiles as she sucks -- it shows that she loves what she's doing and enjoys it as much as he.

Honestly, it's something mouse never really thought about.

Tuesday morning was a back to routine, with mouse waking him with more oral attention, then we exercised and showered together. He had mouse wear her sexy corset with a sheer blouse. He allowed mouse to pick out the skirt. Running errands feeling exposed provided the right erotic mix. A thought occurred to mouse as she left the dtycleaners with Daddy's suits, she was hungry and thought since she only had a few dollars left she would call Daddy and let him take her to lunch. Bold of mouse, don't you think?

We met outside his work, and walked to a nearby restaurant. He ordered for mouse and then for himself. We made idle chitchat and left. On the way home he instructed mouse to stop at the florist on the way home. The florist who knows us both beamed and handed mouse a lovely bouquet of her favorite flowers.

At home after putting the flowers in water, and putting everything else away mouse had a few quiet moments, it's very unusual and had time to read more of the Lauren Bacall book. There was more time for reading after dinner. Daddy had a lot of work to catch up on, so mouse settled at his feet. At bedtime, he watched as mouse undressed, brushed her teeth and asked permission to enter the bed. He made her wait until he had gotten himself ready and was already in bed, then she was invited. It was a good night. A very good night.