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Monday, December 5, 2016

The Stars Look Very Different Today

Inside the coffee shop where mouse sits staring at the flashing cursor of doom and wondering what to say or to write about.  It's been many months since mouse last even wanted or felt the need to open these pages, let alone post anything. Part of it was likely a way to pretend all was well, when in fact nothing was going as we had hoped.  In summer we were full of optimism, but that's been replaced with dread and wondering if this was actually a huge mistake.  

Was David Bowie actually holding the fabric of our universe together?  2016 has not been a good year for many people (aging musicians and elections aside) and we have to include ourselves in that. Was it hubris that made us set aside the crappy beginnings of the year and exclaim to the void, "what could possibly go wrong?"  

We were just asking for a universe smackdown.  

Since late summer, Daddy has only visited us a handful of times and the one time where mouse was completely determined to surprise him over the recent Thanksgiving holiday was nothing short of pure disaster mouse style.  It began with the red exclamation point indicating that a text message didn't go through and went from bad to worse within a few short hours.  Daddy was frantic with worry and concern, and mouse was too busy listening to music and singing badly to notice.  

To suggest he was angry is an understatement, to suggest he was royally pissed, might be closer.  Have you ever screwed something up so badly that they can't speak?  Not a word.  He would open his mouth, as if to say something but no words came out.  Nothing.  it is often written that a Dominant type shouldn't ever punish their slave while they're angry.  Daddy was so pissed he couldn't speak.  For a day.  Right after the holiday he sent mouse back home.  He didn't kiss her goodbye.  

It was soul crushing to mouse and hurt more than the worst possible punishment he could ever have dealt out.  

Then on Tuesday or was it Wednesday he phoned saying he was coming this weekend.  The rest of the week was. a blur as mouse cleaned and made sure everything was in order for him. Part of her was terrified that everything was over.  In all our years she'd never seen him that angry.  Close but never so that he'd go that long without saying much of anything.

On Friday ahead of his arrival, mouse worked hard, cooking and cleaning so that everything would be perfect for when he came home.  Looking back, almost in an absentminded way, mouse couldn't stop pondering if he felt this was even his home at all.  Was this home? Or simply a place to crash and forget the troubles?

He arrived to welcomed fanfare, horns tooted, dogs howled and children cheered, the roast was excellent and the sides divine he proclaimed.  After, stories were read, dogs walked, and Frozen was endured for the 1,759,348th time, the house was quiet and we were alone at last.  Somehow we had to climb the chasm between us, and meet in the middle.  Holding her breath, mouse asked, "Was your drive ok, Sir?"  a leading question that led to a short discussion about traffic and road rage.  Followed by the uncomfortable silence.

What could be said?  How many times can you express remorse over something you didn't mean to do and if you could do again, you certainly wouldn't?  At that moment her stomach lurched and she bolted to the bathroom.  "Crap did I give him food poisoning?" mouse wondered as she crouched beside the toilet.  His hands were on her neck, moving her hair out of the way. No, it wasn't nausea or food poisoning, it was just the stress finally coming out -- it just came out with dinner.

Daddy held her soothing her hair and telling her to hush.  That wasn't what mouse wanted.  Not his sympathy.  This wasn't planned so that he'd feel sorry for her and become all Daddy like, even though she felt so wonderful in his arms and his smell was...Daddy.  He asked if she could move, and if we could finally talk.  We needed to, and in the end it wasn't terrible, our love wasn't shattered by stupidity, it was cracked a little and found to be brittle.

In all that's been going on mouse was part of it, but removed from it by distance.  Myopically and selfishly mouse assumed he was angry with her.  He was overwrought by the entirety of the situation that he hasn't any control over.  He's been watching a family member he loves dearly slowly die in the most inhumane way possible.  Cancer sucks.  On an intellectual level mouse gets it sucks, but she hasn't been there with him daily as he's been grappling with this.  Being there for someone isn't the same as being with them.  Of course, mouse has been there for him, offered anything and even sent food overnight to him.  When she mentioned for the hundreth time maybe we should just move back, he unwavering said no.  The problem was temporary and we would get through it.

We had to get through this but together as the force of nature he knows we can be.  Was he angry with mouse?  Yes and no.  He was worried when he hadn't heard from her and didn't think she had decided to leave a day ahead of schedule but understood why she wanted to.  The failed text message but he understood technology is relied on far too much.  He apologized for not explaining all this at the time, but found he just couldn't speak at all, if the words started he was afraid they wouldn't stop.  His anger was completely displaced.  He's angry at the situation, not at mouse specifically although she didn't help.

Punishment will happen, but not today or tomorrow but put off indefinitely.  He said there are lots of demerits mouse will eventually have to pay a hefty penalty for.  The masochist inside mouse caused her pussy to clench.  Yes, the idea of punishment excited her, well not the punishment part but what always follows it.  That feeling of being new again.

Saturday morning mouse woke feeling Daddy's body pressed against her own, our legs intwined in that familiar way and feeling deeply connected in a way we haven't felt in summer.  Later, after breakfast and walk into town, he took some boxes down and had mouse decorate the house for the holidays. Daddy hung lights outside in the bushes and down the walk.  He promised he'd be back in three weeks, but wanted to be sure we had the nicest Christmas tree ever first.  Hope the black-thumbed mouse can keep it alive.  That evening we looked at the twinkle lights on the tree and talked of pleasant things.  Much later we again wrapped ourselves up in each others arms.  He didn't push mouse backward or take her from behind, but held her close, impaling her on his cock as she rode him slowly.  It was a wonderful ride.

On Sunday we had to leave the safety of the bubble of love we created the past couple nights.  Daddy called or texted from the road when he had the chance.  At first joking about random observations  and funny things but as he approached the destination,  mouse could hear the stress in his voice as he clocked the miles.  He wasn't going home, because he said almost correcting more than reminding her that's where mouse is.  He was simply returning to a reality he didn't want.  Work is a respite but the nights he's mentioned more than once are lonely and long.  There isn't much else to say or explain. Things don't always go as planned.

There will be a followup to this post at a later date.  

28 comments:

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately, I'm not surprised by this outcome. So sorry things have been so difficult.

ancilla_ksst said...

Love and hugs, Mouse! You can get through this!

Jz said...

There really has been something in the water this year, hasn't there?
Chin up and let's continue to sing badly!
(Something has to get us through!)

big ol' bump

Roz said...

Aww Mouse, I'm so sorry that things haven't gone as you had hoped. Glad you too had a wonderful reconnection. Sending positive thoughts and huge ((hugs))

Roz

Bleue D'âme said...

Huge hugs and much love to yo, Mouse!
The two of you are so strong in your unity, you will get through this!

DelFonte said...

I was excited to see you post, then sorry to read things have been tough for you both. Hoping that you stay strong and find your way through this.
hugs, Del

His slave said...

Dearest mouse,

Oh poo, so very sorry to read this. It is good you're back to calling him Sir for now. It probably helps to remind you of your place in his life. Keep your chin up sweet sister in slavery. Trust your Master. Right now, his energies are very divided and while i understand why you'd want to share this but do you worry that your Master might feel more stressed by it?

Love,
s

mouse said...

Yes, , but it will get better and we'll find our footing again.

hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

Thanks! We're trying.

mouse said...

Yes, it's been a strange year. It's not like we're the only ones either. Nearly every person we know has struggled through this year.

The singing badly part (as well as dancing) well, mouse has that covered..

*bumps back*

mouse

mouse said...

Thanks Roz!

mouse said...

Today, we're confident we will, but honestly it's a lot of up and down and back and forth. Someday's we're brimming with confidence, other days not so much.

Gotta keep pushing through tho, don't we?

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

Thank you Del.

It has been super difficult, but we're doing what we can do.

hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

S,

Yes, very spot on. The return to calling him Sir, is helping to remind mouse to not be "needy" or "whiney" and it's hard not to want to want to whine.

It's hard to become terse when either of us say something thoughtless too.

We did talk about posting this before mouse did. This blog, isn't really for entertainment or education, it's really more a diary of our lives together. Sir is well aware of the stresses mouse has, in addition to his own. But there are things that are lost, because we're not together that he finds helpful. He doesn't want the sugar-coated, "oh we're all fine." He knows we're not "fine" but he also knows that he can't do much about it right now.

Hugs,
mouse

dancingbarez said...

Hi mouse! (Waving). Sorry things are not going as planned. It seems they never do, for us anyway.

Things always seem to be stronger after a struggle. You two will get there, adjusting is tough but add in other stresses and everything seems off kilter. You guys have this.

little monkey said...

You know how I feel about you. I am keeping you and Omega in my thoughts every day. LM

Storm said...

It's been on hell of a year, hasn't it?
It was lovely to read you again after so long.

Vesta said...

Dear mouse,
I am sorry to read that it has been a challenging year for you. I agree with you that 2016 seems to have been a challenging year for so many of us. Remember, it will all turn out in the end. And if it hasn't turned out yet, then it's not the end. xx

olivia said...

I'm so glad to hear your voice again. Sending love, and hoping all will be well.

#41 said...

I'm so glad you are back I have missed you and hope everything starts to get better soon I didn't have a good year either, hopefully we will all do better in the soon to come New Year.

mouse said...

Thanks dancingbarez -- the road is long and twisty but we'll get through it.

mouse said...

Thanks LM, things are better.

Hugs to you!

mouse said...

It certainly has been. Not sure if we want to raise a glass at midnight New Years eve or just hide under the covers thanking whatever we survived it.

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

Thanks and yes it's not over but better for now.

Hugs,
mouse

mouse said...

We'll get there, slowly we're coming back to the way things should be.

Hugs,
mouse

Anonymous said...

First post back. My Birthday is Dec 5. Just sayin 😏
G

Emi J Jones said...

Sorry to hear your year was such a challenge. I've been away from blogging and most of the world for almost a year but I do enjoy coming back to read. Glad you are back and I hope to get through all your current posts and see how all is. I've really missed reading <3
Much love, Emi

mouse said...

Thanks Emi! Hugs!!!