Hello 2018

It’s been a long time since I have posted here, but it’s daily that I think about it.  I have missed this blog. It’s like an old, established friend that I think about but haven’t seen in too long. I’m not quite sure what it is that keeps me away, and I think about this daily too. I don’t have an answer to this particular part, but know that in this early morning hour, as the full moon sets and the below zero temperatures make the air seem thin and the lights of town twinkle brightly, it feels good to sit and write.

We are alive and well, my boy and I. Life has been, and remains, full and happy. The holidays were good. Yesterday was good. We didn’t make any long list of resolutions for the new year. Perhaps some quieter goals….some lofty, some not. But we did have a balanced day, which I love. Some productive chores at home, a couple of errands that needed to be run. To wrap up the day, we went to a hotel lounge that is near our home. I like this place. Easy parking, a fireplace in the bar area, big comfy chairs with lots of sports on lots of TV’s. My boy wore a plug and was still locked in chastity from the night before.  He was instructed to kneel before me as we sat in the lounge at some point during our visit. He complied beautifully, making it look as natural as it should be.

Yes, those around us at the bar looked and noticed. All who happened to look upon our exchange returned the smile I offered. Perhaps it was his kissing of my hand, my cheek. His smile, my smile. I think they liked the love between us that occupied the space. I liked the whole thing….the obedience, the comfort, the companionship, the wine, the fire, the cage and the plug.

The last errand of the day was unexpected to me, although he swears he told me he wanted to make a stop at the Home Depot. But I don’t remember him telling me this, so therefore it must not have happened (the law is the law). He was told he would receive one cane stroke for every minute I ended up waiting in the car. Oh, the protesting! I was a bit surprised at this…..my boy likes the cane. And my tone was playful. Perhaps the protesting was a showing of exuberance and I misread? Yes, I’ve decided. This must be the case.

Yesterday ended softly and our sleep was full. Now it’s morning. It’s the beginning of the work week. The beginning of the year. It’s the quiet time. January is like that in Maine. The hunkering time, as I call it.

That’s it for now….a soft visit to my blog. It’s good to be here. I wish myself many happy returns.

 

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