Alright, so the last time I wrote, I was waiting for Sir to come back from a day out. It was the day after my birthday and he told me that he had stuff to do. Around five o’clock, he came back with a bag full of goodies. He was excited and happy, which rubbed off on me right away. He told me that he’d spent the morning at the wood shop building a prototype of a box for my head. He said he was sorry that he didn’t get a chance to finish it, but was looking forward to eventually putting it on me. Excitement!
He had then gone to visit a friend of ours (the person who inadvertently introduced us) to get some weed for us. Neither of us smoke very often, but once in a while it’s fun to bring out my really verbally filthy side. He’d also bought some alcohol and my birthday gift. He was so excited that he didn’t even let me open the bag…he just took everything out. I laughed at him, saying “Are you really opening MY birthday presents?” He laughed and said yes. He took the little package out of the bag and I saw that it was a little bullet vibe that fits in a rubber cock ring. He grinned, I smiled, and gave him a big hug. The worst part though, was that I had to go teach a two hour class before the fun could begin. He winked and told me to have fun and that he was sure I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. He was right.
When I finally got back, we ordered some pizza, put my collar on, had some drinks and chilled for a bit, with him sitting on the couch and me kneeling by his feet on the floor. Once our hunger was satiated, he had me practice some new positions, and then had me model a few different outfits for him. Some sexy, some pretty, some naughty, and then had me assume my positions in each. The evening was a bit of a blur, but it was the BEST night I’ve had in a long long time. There was impact play with the paddle, the crop and hands (which had my eyes watering but my voice begging for more), there was some bondage (which felt like a wonderful, uncomfortable hug), there was verbal humiliation (which made me drip my juices all over the floor), there was service, there was me as a footstool/table, there was piss drinking, and the ultimate, there was me getting fucked as I was on all fours in the bathroom, licking cold piss from the toilet seat. We also drank, smoked, talked about wonderfully awful things and fell asleep at almost 4am, completely exhausted and completely content. It was the greatest post-birthday day I’ve ever had.
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One of the best things about Sir being away is seeing him walk through the door, surprising me with his presence. Even if it’s just a very quick overnight stay, my heart is lifted and my cunt is happy. The other night, after I had a very long and stressful but good day, Sir came in at almost 2am after driving back to the city with his brother. We talked and he held me/touched me as I fell asleep. The next morning, only six hours later, he dragged himself from our bed, made some coffee and then crawled back into bed and used me, sucking hard on my nipples and spitting on my hole to get it wet. He fucked me with such vigour, you never would have thought he’d had me just two days previously! 
He told me to make sure I came, and though I was still a sleepy girl, I worked hard, rubbing my clit as he pounded me.
I miss him immensely when he’s not here, but it really does make the brief time we do have together that much more exciting. I love Sir so very much, and I cannot wait until the next time he walks through that door.
<3 Ruby
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