Blah

You ever had those days when you just feel blah, not sad, not happy, you can’t put your finger on it but you’re just not quite yourself?

That’s how I feel at the moment.

On Wednesday this week I had my botox redone. I just have it done in one place, and here you can see the points where the injections are put.

I just have the deep frown line between my eyes done. A bonus I discovered as that it reduces the number of migraines I get.

But, because I had this done, I had to go out after work. As a result I was late home, and the usual routine was affected. We didn’t do the caning.

Thursday I got my treat.

Friday I went out to a friends for a couple of drinks and to get by brows waxed… so I was late home and a little tipsy when I did get home, so I went straight to bed.

It’s now Saturday and I feel blah.

I don’t know if its because we haven’t done the cane session that we normally do, and if that’s the case it’s all my own fault. At least tomorrow is Sunday and that should fix it.

I don’t know if MrH has plans for us tonight, and I’m not in a good enough place to ask, because right now, if he says no, I’m afraid that’s going to make me feel worse.

MrH, reads my blog as you know, and sometimes he can see what I am typing. This is one of those occasions, and he just interrupted me to ask what was wrong.

We had a little chat and he offered to get the cane out. He is so amazing. He asked why I take He also asked if sucking his cock would make me feel better. I agreed it probably would, but what I should have said is that what I really need right now is for MrH to take command of me.

To demand and tell.

To force me to do his will.

To feel absolutely powerless as I am used and controlled.

2 Replies to “Blah”

  1. Yes I do also feel blah at times, yesterday was one such day. You are fortunate to have Mr H reading your blog. When I go blah, I withdraw, get irritable and generally go quite. To have an outlet for your thoughts to the person that matters in the moment is special.

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