I miss MasterDoc. I had a chance to see him last night but I knew that Davey was going out of his way to get us dinner, so me up and leaving to visit MD wouldn’t be the nicest thing to do. It had also been a long and tiring day at work and the weather was turning ugly. We have tentative plans for Saturday, when Davey happens to be away, so I’m hoping really hard that that will pan out. It’s been a week now since I’ve seen him, which is typical, but it will be longer than that before I get to see him again.
The past few days I’ve felt like I could really use a good spanking. Who’d have thought that I would miss the sensation, but I do. It feels like something’s missing from my life. The closest I’ve been to subspace was in the dentist’s chair today (root canal, fun) and I zoned out just for a moment, got a little floaty in the head and forgot what was going on. Alas, it only lasted a brief moment and otherwise the whole experience was stressful and not fun – quite unlike a spanking. Dental work also lacks the intimacy of a spanking. *sigh* There’s nothing like knowing MasterDoc is behind me, getting ready to hit me with his hand, or some implement. I love the anticipation of not knowing what he’s going to use, or where he’s going to hit. Is it going to be too hard for me to handle? When will he stop? Will he push me far beyond my limits or just get me going? How wet will all this make me? I find it grounding and exciting at the same time.
Last week was unexpectedly busy so I missed my sanctioned once a week masturbation. I know. I know. Bad girl. I also was crap at getting exercise in (just once). Today I hope to rectify both those things by masturbating and exercising – not at the same time, although THAT would certainly be interesting!
Why not mix exercise and masturbation? (or, for that matter, exercise and sex?) There’s also, of course, the time-honored method of using the one as incentive for the other. Which, indirectly, is what many/most of us are doing when we go to the gym in the first place. MM.