Vacation Time

In just three days L and I will be embarking on a weeklong vacation to include a four day cruise to Mexico and three days in Venice Beach, one of our favorite places. To say we are excited is an understatement. It will be our first vacation together in close to two years, and our first vacation since entering the D/s relationship. Coincidentally, the vacation will correspond with the anniversary of signing our contract together, and I have been working to make that anniversary a truly special one.

It's already a special trip for L in many ways, as it will be the first trip she has ever gone on that she did not plan. I think she is perhaps nervous to some extent about not being in charge of the details, but...so be it. I have made all of the hotel, cruise, and transportation arrangements, and have simply told her to pack and be ready to go Sunday morning, the rest is all taken care of.

Traveling as a D/s couple will be a lot different than the last time we traveled together. The packing itself is a new endeavor. What to take from the box of tricks, especially given the fact that we are going to have eight nights to ourselves, free of children, to do what we damn well please as loud as we want and for as long as we want, with apologies ahead of time to the occupants of the room next to ours. Bring your earplugs, is all I can say.

And the vacation could not come at a better time. We so need this alone time together. We have been doing well...continuing to do well in our relationship, navigating through various obstacles and whatnot. Things turned a little emotional yesterday when L questioned whether or not she was really submissive, in part, because I have been sterner than usual with mistakes she made and have been quick to get on her when the mistakes are made.

"Maybe I am just too independent" she said. "I just don't think I am good at this. You seem to always be irritated with me."

Not true, I told her. Being a submissive is who you are. I know this for sure.

"I'm glad one of us does," she said.

Such words are hard to hear as a Dom, because I suspect in the D/s world, nothing is more challenging than working with a sub who is questioning their own submissiveness. As it turned out, L's thoughts were fleeting, and a couple of hours later after dinner, she was kneeled before me in bed. "I don't know what I was thinking when I said that," she said. "Can we blame it on my period?"

Sure, I said. And if you are having a hard time finding your way, I will guide you. That's my job.

And later, in bed, I did guide her. More than half an hour of spanking, alternating between the flogger and the cane. Flogging for 100 whips, then caressing her ass, then going to the cane. Repeat. It was our longest spanking session, and I could have kept it up for more than half an hour...and she could have taken it for more than half an hour...but it was getting late, and I wanted her to get her rest. But that half an hour made a difference in the day, and took her from a place of stress and doubt and worry and immersed her into subspace, the place that she belongs and is indeed the true her.

EMAIL EXCHANGE BETWEEN S AND L THE MORNING OF APRIL 25:

L:

You are a very good submissive. You took half an hour of spanking, at times very hard, without barely flinching last night. And you could have taken more. And your desire to please me is evident when I look into your eyes.

The fact that you mess up from time to time doesn't make you a bad sub, it makes you...human.

I would rather have a human than a robot as a pet....

Your loving and devoted Master

*****

Thank you.

 

Needed to hear that.