I am back

Hello world - again,

seems to become a habit to blog twice a day - and only 4 hours have passed since I started with my first post.

AD was online in the meantime.

And I am so freaking happy. Because I'm back. I've been seriously spamming Him yesterday (I just counted: 42 messages, including 8 pictures), and as He quite correctly put it: I've got my 'spark' back ;-) I also messaged Him a paragraph of that earlier blog post, about what I miss (Him having His way with me, to cut it short). And it's been the first time in like two or three weeks that I've included something physical (in combination with some pics: I wore these cute-hot garters yesterday, with floral print - cute when you saw them with the skirt, hot when you knew it were garters).

'It's good to have you back, babe.'

It's so good to be back. I am so glad I am here again, I am so glad He sticked around, I am so glad He still wants me - and all of that. I am seriously close to tearing up, and if I wasn't at work I might have shredded one or the other tear. Because I am so happy and so grateful.

(I know you are reading this, OC: You are so very wrong. I have to tell you once again, you are. So. Very. Wrong.)

'I've missed You. It's good to be back :) *snuggles into You*'

'It's good to have you back :) *holds you tight*'

You might say now: Well, of course He's glad you're back. It means He gets kinky texts and pics. But that's not the main reason He's glad I am back, and not the main reason I am glad I am back. It's because I am comfortable enough again. I trust Him again. I had no reason not to trust Him - but I somehow didn't, not sufficiently at least. Spamming Him throughout my day felt ... forced. Like a script. It was more like a tedious duty than really wanting to share something with Him.

But we've moved passed that. He didn't drop me - which would've been understandable, because I was really ... difficult. But I am not His toy. He cares for and about me, and that's why He sticked around for weeks, having serious discussions every second day, having me complain and being not really open.

We had a great chat today. It was awesome. And I have a letter on my left wrist. His initials. I'm left-handed, so every time I do something, I see that letter. And it reminds me of His comfort and His support and the warm, fuzzy feeling I have when I'm with Him. After our chat, it also reminds me of gagging, being held down and taken ;-)

I am His. I finally am His again. And that's a feeling beyond words.

'What's the plan for today?'

'Work and agility? - 'Work and agility'

'Ha!' - 'Ha'

'Snap!' - 'Snap'

'Snap snap'

xoxo

Kiwi