I was just ordered to take a 30 minute hot bath.
It’s for my own good, I know that. I hurt my back a few days ago and I have been limping along for a while now.
And so, here I am, writing this post from the tub as I try to soak the pain away.
These past few weeks have been hectic. My 2nd job took up a considerable portion of my free time. Free time that could have been spent doting on her. She understands of course, the same way she understands that I may want to lift the corners of the bed to tuck the sheet in but she does it before I can do it myself. Because she knows I’m stupid enough to strain myself just to make the bed for her.
Between the two jobs and the podcast I’m hoping you the reader understands as well why I haven’t been updating this blog as much.
“Are you ok?”
“Are you going to start posting more about being owned?”
“So you get collared and don’t have time to write now?”
Just a few of the many questions I get on Twitter, in emails and in person.
It’s not that I don’t have things to share, I just don’t have the time.
Now though, I’ve got 30 minutes in the tub.
I’ve been thinking of ways to make more time.
My first thought is to make the podcast a monthly podcast. Or make it a form of kinky public radio and let peope submit their own stories and that would free up some time.
A friend asked what I’d do in a perfect world. I imagined she and I traveling the world interviewing people about what gets them off.
That dream is what keeps me buying lottery tickets.
Then there’s the other part of the dream where I get more than 6 hours of sleep every night.
I just know I’m not a fan of working from 9-5 every day then 6pm to 1am and barely have enough energy to serve her the way I would like.
Still, she is happy, I am happy, and we have enough time for the important things.
And when I fail to make time for myself, she orders me to strip and soak in the tub.