Enjoy the Silence


Littlegem posted recently about how we allowed our D/s to slip. I wrote this during that time.

I am fortunate to have a job I genuinely enjoy. It challenges me in a positive way and there is little pressure from others. But there are times when workload can get a bit too much. Apparently there’s some big winter festival coming up.

“How’s your day going” asked Gem during a lunch break

“I’m running around trying to satisfy everyone” I replied. I had to quickly correct what I ment and sent another just saying I was busy.

It could have been loud machinery or that I’d forgotten to drink enough, by the end of the day I had a headache. Not too much of a problem, we could still do our planned impact play. Gem saw how I was and could see a difference in me. She suggested we pospone and do it another night. I felt bad, I know how much she likes impact play and I had my plan in place. Relunctantly I agreed.

Instead, after putting the children to bed, we cuddled on the sofa. Typically if we’re facing each other Gem will lay on my chest. This time it was the other way round. I rested my head between Gem’s cushioning breasts and closed my eyes.

It was quiet and comfortable, I instantly felt relaxed. All I ever wanted, all I ever needed was here. Apparently it wasn’t long before I was asleep, we’re talking about 8 o’clock.

Turns out I needed that rest. I needed Gem to tell me I needed it. Others can know you better than yourselves. Personally I think she has magic breasts.

This is how our drop generally works. The intimacy is still there, but it is devoid of active dominance and submission.


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