Face Time Trumps the Blues

I sent Him an angsty text late Friday night. I was feeling lonely and unsexual and unsubmissive and just blue.

He wasn’t up of course; it was nearing one in the morning. I was awake from the pounding rain on my roof, and was restless in my bed.

Over-thinking at one in the morning is a sluts prerogative once in a while, right?

The next morning He sent me a kind note..”I’m used to your mood swings by now, you know this too shall pass,” and that sort of thing. Which was immediately followed by a quick sharp slap.

“Knock it the fuck off.”

I needed that.

And Sunday night we got some face-to-face time. He had a task for me to do (vanilla, yet very helpful to Him) which earned me an O. (Yes!)

He’s taken to a wee stroke of sadistic genius. There have been two “give the slut an O” occasions this weekend. But the caveat is that, if I am too tired to use it, I cannot bank it. And the offer always expires at midnight. It’s a use-it-or-lose-it scenario. I like that. I like having those tight constraints. One would think, going to bed around 10, 1030, that there would be plenty of time. But I have a book I’m reading, and I have puttering to do, and I read on my phone, and start blog-cruising and before I know it…it’s 1130. Or worse, 1145. Or even worse, 12:15. Thankfully, I was able to get in both O’s, making certain that I used it.

A lost O is a terrible sad waste, don’t you think?

And since He is fairly parsimonious about giving them out, I would not want Him to think that they were not important to me…because they so, so, SO are!!

I went to sleep last night with a wet spot on my sheets. And a big smile on my face. Oh, not from the O, or not totally.

During our time together, I managed to tag Him with a wee pink heart, without Him noticing it there on His shoulder.

And I didn’t text Him about it until this morning.

SCORE! one for the slut.




About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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3 Responses to Face Time Trumps the Blues

  1. Kayla Lords says:

    You might have score one, but you know he’ll get the next 10 points just from retribution. Oh, that’s right, you like that part…lol

    So do I. 😉

    • vanillamom says:

      yes, and yes!

      I do like it, and He WILL avenge himself …(but He keeps the hearts…so…)

      nilla, smiling

  2. Wordwytch says:

    LOL! I love it when you manage to zap him. 🙂 Even if you do pay for it later.

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