Ain't No Sunshine

And this house just ain't no home....

Ok, so we took a little poetic license and used a song that you have to switch she to He, meh, it fits the mood around here. Master has been away on business and won't be returning until later this evening (that is if His flight isn't cancelled). Despite keeping to the daily routine cleaning, some extra spring cleaning things, wearing the plug He commanded be worn, it's been a struggle. Especially at nighttime. Little things that are missing like the taste of His cock, the sound of voice -- the feeling of Him in the bed. 

When Master used to travel years ago, often mouse looked at it like a vacation from her slavery to Him. That is not the case anymore, but there were things done a little differently, like her old man dog, would lay across His side of the bed (even often putting his dog head on Master's pillow). It was comforting though, like she wasn't alone. When the old man dog passed away, mouse has tried various methods to make the bed feel not quite so lonely. Like bunching up the pillows under the covers or even inviting the big baby-girl into our bed for a night of movies -- slumber party. It's sort of different now, the big baby-girl would rather have a real sleep over party with her girlfriends at school than keep mom company. 

When Master is gone the house feels empty, yet full of the usual people doing the usual things. At night, after undressing, mouse will kneel in front of the bed, imagining Him there watching her, waiting for His command -- which doesn't come, but she waits anyway before climbing into the bed and sighing. The last thing she does is send Him a goodnight text message, which He never responds to because He's already asleep and we've already exchanged our goodnight text messages. He makes sure her phone is silenced at night, so in the morning when she does wake (usually early) there's a text from Him waiting for her. Our day moves along that way with little messages back and forth, being careful to not gush about how much she misses Him at every turn. Master knows He is missed and loved. 

Counting down the hours, 8, if all goes according to plan...then it'll be minutes...seconds...