sex, urine and energy levels

i’m traveling with Master on the occasional week that He does business in another part of the state. So for two days, i sit and do my work in a hotel room – naked – until He gets back and then we go out to dinner with His assistant.

Currently, it’s freakin’ cold outside.  i’ve cranked up the heater so the metal piercings doesn’t get so cold that my nipples and private region gets frostbite…okay, so i exaggerate. Anyway, anticipating our trip to Mexico in 2 months, i asked Master if i could order some clothes for the occasion. His response…”What do you need clothes for?”  The resort we’re staying at is clothing-optional so unless Master decides i can wear something, the sun will hopefully provide ambient heat.

He did let me know that He will be involved in the clothing choices so we’ll be looking at those later (hopefully this evening).

Last night was a bit of an odd evening.  After a 3 hour drive, and some shopping at the mall, we’d already put in a full day and i was feeling the effects of tiredness. We began warming up for sex while the Duke basketball game was on the tv, then Master stopped and asked if i’d prefer to drink his urine or go through “sensation training”. In my mind, those two activities don’t align with sexual stimulation. i could feel myself going as dry as the Sahara a few seconds after He asked. i need to be in a different mindset in order to perform them.

Those abrupt changes in focus are difficult when i’m tired. Sometimes i think Master S is messing with my mind when He does that. What i do know is that it causes me to internally go, “This sucks…” as i attempt to corral the expectation of deep, physical connection with Master. It’s like trying to get a racehorse back in the stall after leading him to the starting gate.

So i stopped – quit the negative chatter going on in my mind – and carefully answered His questions. It’s a cat-and-mouse attempt to catch me in direct refusal.

Ex:

Master: So would you like to drink my urine?

Me: i didn’t realize Master had that in mind.  

Master: Or would you prefer to undergo sensation training?

Me: If that’s what Master prefers.

Master: No, I’m asking you which one you’d like to do.

Me: i’m not sure i can make that decision, Sir.

Master: (realizing he won’t catch me and seemingly disappointed that I’m not overjoyed with the prospects of either) Well, I need to pee.

Then He got up and went to the bathroom. i was relieved to say the least, but still not looking forward to the sensation training. The last time Master did that, He unintentionally hit the fresh clit piercing which forced me into a fetal position from the pain.

He came back, seeming a bit annoyed. We finished watching the basketball game (it was a close one, Wisconsin won) and then pretty much went to bed. No further conversation or training took place. Times like this, i feel the bdsm stuff gets in the way but i have to admit that it also has caused us to be very clear in our communications and expectations with each other.

But this morning, all was back in balance. Master took the opportunity to employ His belt on my butt for a bit of training. i know He likes it, and that’s what i need to keep in the forefront of my mind. It’s just so much easier when one has the energy required to take it on.