Away sick, coming back around

I've been sick for the last two weeks -- basically, since the week after my pet's birthday, when I got the flu. At one point, I was running a high fever for several days, with shooting pain in my neck and back. I finally had enough energy to go to the ER. I wanted a test to make sure I didn't have viral meningitis and just had the flu -- which is what they confirmed. I was really relieved. I don't get sick very often, but every few years, I get a bad case of the flu and it takes 2-3 weeks to get over it. I even had a flu shot this year, but so much for that!

I'm still got a bit of a cough, but no other symptoms. I missed the Club Fem play party this month (where I was supposed to give a presentation, no less) and spent a lot of my time in bed. I had to keep my work absences down to a minimum, so I was coming straight home after work and school and getting into bed with a dose of Tylenol PM. Not very fun.

My little pet boy was wonderful, however. He's taken care of me every weekend that I've been sick. We live about an hour away from each other, so I have to take the train out to him, but once I get there, he's been fantastic. Very sweet and patient with me, even as I'm coughing all night and feeling low-energy. We haven't played as much as I would have liked, but I haven't been completely dead from the waist down. I managed to feel a little more frisky this weekend -- I think his presence probably had something to do with that.

I still feel, though, like I'm waking up from a coma or something. Still trying to get my energy level back up to what it was. I hope by the end of this week I'll be completely back to normal.

One Domme, one city

I just recently had a month long affair with someone that required me to write a lot about myself, particularly my thoughts about the kink and my identity within that, and it made me realize that I do really enjoy that kind of writing. It is nice to air out that side of myself from time to time.

Unfortunately, that affair fell apart before it really even got off the ground, and now I'm once again in search of a partner -- the right partner this time. I'm looking for a boy to have as my very own, but finding the right boy takes time and patience. There will be some near-misses, some wasted time, and a little frustration along the way. My hope is that in recording this, beyond simply satisfying myself it will teach submissive men how to behave with respect to a Dominant woman -- in a truly selfless and service-oriented way, in a way that honors the Woman at the center of their lives. And hell yeah, maybe I'll get a few fawning readers out of it.

I've been in this lifestyle for a while, in one way or another. I think I've avoided the more formal scene-oriented groups because I've been afraid it reduced me too much to just my sexual orientation, despite the many other things in my life. Hey, I've even flirted with the idea of having a vanilla relationship, now and again. (Never works!) But I know what I like -- even if I try to think my way out of it, my body knows what it likes. There's no denying that, beyond a certain point. And I do want to find someone who is as comfortable with himself as I am with myself. I'm a little tired of the shy boys who skulk around on the internet and don't have the courage to pursue a real-time, honest relationship.

This past weekend, I spanked a firefighter and cleaned all my kit. I've recently come into possession of a really nice hood I'd love to use on someone, someday. Hooding is a new interest for me -- I didn't really get it before, but now I do. It deprives a boy completely of all outside stimuli, and he can lie there, trussed up and waiting for whenever I feel like getting back to him. The power in that is quite intoxicating. I also signed myself up for a local women's group, and we'll see what kind of people I meet there.

So this is a definitely positive start, which I need right now.