You know, sometimes I'm not so sure that a quite understands what it means to be a submissive. Like this morning. We were both running terribly late for school and work, and a wanted to get frisky. Since obviously in my last post I was ranting about not getting enough alone time with the poor guy, I was okay with that. For a little bit. I swear that all I did was bite his neck a few times, and that boy was hard as a rock. Mission accomplished. ;) Unfortunately for the poor guy, I had other plans on my mind (school wise and Domme wise...), but all of a sudden he was late for work and I had class in 40 minutes. Grrreat. I'll spare you the details, but in a nutshell, I stopped messing around. He got a little grumpy and tried to get me to keep going. I said "What ever happened to doing what I want to do?" Hmmph. Eventually, he got mad, said "Fuck it" and got up.
Now, I am not one to start fights and let him run around all day being angry. I'm really not. But this experience went a little (read: wayyy) less than expected. I'm kind of upset because I don't normally leave the guy hanging, and I don't normally get that angry response from him. I can honestly say I'm a tad bit
I'm almost hoping that a will get out of class, and we will go home, and things will be semi-right, because I haven't had an enjoyable night in a while, and this was supposed to be my night! I had it all planned out in my head, and I knew how (well, at least WHAT) I wanted to happen. And now, with a few hours on our hands to spare, I'm not so sure that this is going to happen.
I didn't even get to show or send him the BDSM checklist I was so stirred up about. Sad faces.
So here I am. Back to the drawing board I go... Grumble.
-S
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