I have to tell you about this one bit I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post.

Talking superficially about what’s new with him, and how was work for me, etc, was fairly easy.  I vented a lot about my hub’s upcoming big move out.  This choked me up a bit, because as I said, the tears are very near the surface lately all the time.  But even that didn’t bring on the water works.  It was when he started putting me in my place.  Reminding me that even through all of this, I am still his slave.

I think it was Tristan’s comment that sorta reminded me.  He said, “do as you’re told, allow him to own you. You know you want it, (*re-reads all your blog posts – yep, you want it*) and now that things are getting so emotional, let yourself relax into his world.”  It is when I do that that I really lose it.  The flood of tears comes.  It came yesterday in that bar and I was so embarrassed.

And to make matters worse, Master took a cocktail napkin and dabbed my tears right there in public.  It took me to a new level of submission.  I couldn’t fight it.  My hands just lay there, limply in my lap.  And while it was somewhat humiliating to have my tears dried by the hand of my Master, at the same time it was sort of comforting.  I cried more.  And I soooo didn’t want to be doing that there!

*Sigh*

Well, it is what it is I guess.  And perhaps I was doing just what Tristan suggested, relaxing into his ownership.

It is a very good thing.