The Year Of The Slave

Yes, I have not only been busier than usual, at times it's been like having a near MIA scenario played out. (Ooo, that sounds like fun. I know boi would like it...!) I have been out of the country and back again, shoring up and meeting with friends, helping with advice and care, throwing My weight around -- but courteously, and helping boi with this Big Ol' House of Ours, and winding down a decidedly rough year at work.

One of the things in negotiation -- well, not so much negotiation as the heel coming down on the throat -- is 2009 being declared by Myself as the Year of The Slave. boi has blitherblathered about being a slave versus a submissive versus a SAM versus being just a boi. Well, school's out -- literally and figuratively -- and so is the Sexy Beast that looks back at Me when I stand before the mirror. She is hungry and She must be fed.

Recently, boi aggravated Me -- the timing poorly chosen -- and I withdrew for a day or so. Not so much to punish boi as to really think, regroup, realign, take time for Me.

Shocked? Well, darlings, Doms do this occasionally and well We should, so don't drop your panties. I take My responsibilities seriously and while I do take care of boi, I realized I was letting the day to day grind take front and center. Well, I can't have this... if it's not fun, don't do it. This is My mantra.

Plus, the dynamic one has -- well, it changes as anyone with any common sense knows and or will admit. For good or ill, just like English is a "living language", this Life ebbs and flows for its inhabitants, twisting and turning on itself even in the most stable of relationships. Anyone who says that a relationship is the "same" and has never changed at all worries Me.

The following Saturday after boi's faux pas, We had a divine brunch together at a popular but out of the way eatery in Our Town. We were feeling good and frisky and had had a fun evening together. boi was told that I am about to put MY money where his mouth (and his ass) is. "You worry about being a good slave? A good submissive? A good play partner?"

My boi nods, wondering where this is going. We clink Our glasses together as I tell him 2009 is beginning early for Us. It's beginning that very moment, as a matter of fact. And I tell boi that 2009 is not only the Year of the Ox (and he can be as stubborn as one...!) but it's also The Year of The Slave. he seems excited and a bit more on point to Me these days. What a rush!

Pardon Me while I go get the cutlery. I feel a feast coming on...

Happiest of New Years to You and Yours. Back after the 1st.

Ma'am