Sunday, June 17, 2012
I'm ill. I'm pouty. The girl wants to come out to play but she's really not well enough to come out from under the blanket.
The date is set, I am hoping to be well enough to play with Local Dom on Friday. He thinks not. I say Pleeeeeease Sir, Mister D. let me come up for air, let me breath.
He says, not if you are not up to it My girl.
We talked about stepping things up. Rougher and harder. This just makes me smile..I find I trust Him. Our first time together was a 'testing the waters' run. Now He knows what the girl needs. He knows how to play her. She needs this Friday..like air after a deep dive she needs to breathe..she needs to fly and float.