Take Five

Good morning friends, we had a really nice weekend it's strange while half the country seems to stuck in an endless winter loop, we've been having some very nice weather. Pity the farmers markets haven't started up again, but we did all go for a nice walk and picnic by a nearby lake. Also mouse began thinking about Passover, and who we'd like to invite for the seder meal we're hosting. Another member of Daddy's family is hosting the first night, we are doing the second Seder.

The weekend, however ways mouse tried to distract herself was trying, but maybe the struggle is making her see her own flaws more clearly? Daily so far, she reads through the expectations to keep everything fresh in her mind. Actually, she's been reading them a few times during the day -- which actually is an expectation. It's supposed to comfort mouse.

Saturday evening, we found ourselves alone and Daddy took the opportunity to use mouse and objectify her a little. He pulled the shades, and had mouse remove her clothing, then he cuffed her wrists and chained her to her piano and forbid her from speaking.

Then he said he was going out, but didn't say where or when he'd return. Again, if she truly needed to, she could release herself, but like a good slave, she didn't even think about it. In the back of her mind, she figured that he was out picking up something for dinner, since we had nothing really planned. He also left the lights out in the room. There was something very nice about being left in the room, alone, nude and chained.

The dogs alerted her to when he was home but he took his time, doing something in the kitchen, then walking into the dining room. He was whistling a happy tune mouse couldn't place and it drove her a bit crazy. Sometimes she swears he can read her thoughts, because just then he turned on the house sound system to the very song he was whistling and mouse instantly knew what it was. The Dave Brubeck Quartet, Take Five.

Wonder if it meant a five minute break or something else?

Yes, mouse has oddball thoughts like that at silly times -- really she's nude and chained to a piano and she's pondering the title of song.

Eventually, Daddy came into the room and removed the chain but left mouse cuffed and brought her into the dining room. Then after securing her there he left her, while he cooked dinner. Close enough that she could hear everything he was doing but not so close that she could watch him.

Pots and pans rattled, he called out for the wine opener, then said he found it.

"Do we have any more garlic?" Then quickly added, "Never mind, I found it."

Then he muttered something under his breath. Out of all the things he could do, this drove mouse nuts, because really the kitchen is her domain, or so she thought. The sounds of sizzling foods had mouse genuinely fearful he was ruining her pans. Now, it should be noted for the formal record, Daddy does know how to cook. Still it makes mouse nervous because obviously she's got some control issues when it comes to the kitchen.

The use of the blender confused her. All mouse could think is about the mess she'll have to clean up. Eventually the kitchen sounds diminished and she could hear the sound of plate being pulled from the cabinet. Then different sounds, chopping or something like that. Another pan, the sound of sizzling food and mouse is focused on each sound and smell.

Mushroom?

"Where's the mandoline?" Daddy called from the kitchen and then poked his head out of the kitchen into the dining room and said, "answer."

"We don't have one Sir."

"We don't?" he sounded surprised, "you mean you slice all the vegetables by hand?"

"Yes Sir. Do you need help?" Yeah mouse was going crazy by this time.

"No, I got this." Daddy replied. A few minutes later, mouse heard him say ouch and ask where the bandaids were hidden.

"In the desk drawer Sir." clearly fighting the urge to insist that he unbind her and let her into the kitchen, seriously mouse was slowly losing her mind. More sounds, cabinets being opened, refrigerator, microwave. Was he just doing stuff now to annoy mouse because she couldn't follow any of it.

Eventually he brought out to the table the food he cooked and sat. Steak, mushrooms, port wine sauce, and something that resembled zucchini. He moved back the chair, close to mouse but not too close and began to cut the steak. He showed mouse the inside, red, but it appeared uneven, then popped it into his mouth. He said it wasn't bad, then cut a piece off and fed it to mouse.

There's something sexy about this, being fed from his plate -- even if she did tease him a little about the uneven cooking, and the condition of the zucchini. He's good natured about things like that. He did arch his eyebrow though when he proclaimed the steak perfect, and mouse replied, "if you say so Sir."

"Saucy slave."

The port sauce with the mushrooms was quite good though, it seemed to have a hint of cinnamon and went very well with the steak. After him showing her his wounded bandaged finger, mouse giggled calling it an occupational hazard and kissed it.

He dipped his finger into the port sauce and deposited a drop on her breast, then he slid off the chair and licked it off. At this point mouse turned to complete goo. He tugged on the nipple ring and then released the chain. He helped mouse up, said to leave the dishes for tomorrow and we went upstairs.

Upstairs the shutters were still open and the view was amazing, the night was so clear, the lights from the city miles from us glowed. Millions of stars were visible. It led to a silly discussion that he thought was enchanting.

After musing about how many stars he thought were in the sky, he said something like probably more than he could count. So mouse asked how high he could count, then mouse said she counted once to 400,000. He asked why, and she couldn't answer why. Then he asked if that was as high as she could count. No, she told him that she stopped because she got bored.

Then she asked him if the large star was really Venus. Not sure if he even looked but said yes.

"Second star on the right and straight on until morning."

"Peter Pan." Daddy replied in that sure of himself tone.

"No, Captain Kirk."

Sometimes the silly moments we share are just as important as the passion and we had all night for that.