We spent the day in the local a&e and although they gave me some more pain medication we did not achieve our goal; forward movement in a treatment plan. On the way home I asked Mr H to reclaim my arse.
Knees up please.
I did undergo all the usual tests which included my least favourite, the finger up the bum and being asked to squeeze their finger test. No really, that’s an actual test, to see if the anal sphincter muscles are working. The doctor told me I once again have reduced anal tone. Gee thanks!
Mr H doesn’t share.
Rather than glare with murderous intent at the doctor as he performed this test, Mr H went to get me a reward. A hot chocolate and a muffin. I did giggle at the idea of getting a reward for letting someone put their finger in my bum which made Mr H smile.
I need you to reclaim my arse.
I’m sure you can understand why having had this test, and a stranger put his finger up my bum, I wanted Mr H to make me his again. Not one to leave his property unclaimed, Mr H wasted no time. The gloves were out with the lube and I was told to ass-ume the position. “Now, pull down your pants.”
This image has been deliberately created and posed. I don’t want anyone to think that given my current medical issues Mr H would not actually do this. Although when we have some resolution I will absolutely be looking forward to some play time. While I was setting up the camera to focus on his hand our two furbabies set up shop on the bed. They are always so helpful!
Sweet Autumn Rose