The other day, i was in a horrible mood. i was flustered, frustrated and very cross. It was one of those days where you’re fairly pissed off to start with, and then everything goes wrong, making life even more difficult. i broke my favourite cup (which Sir very kindly replaced), i messed up Sir’s breakfast (not that He would notice or worry about that anyway) and i gradually got more stressed, clumsy and annoyed as the day went on. i was most definitely not in the mood to go to work that evening and begrudgingly stomped out of the house after some stern words from Sir to buck up my ideas.
When i arrived at work, i was informed by the least diplomatic arsehole i work with, that i had the rota wrong and wasn’t due in for another hour, so i stomped home again, threw some stuff around and was in full blown angry temper tantrum mode by the time Sir had a chance to restrain me and calm me down. He cuddled me while i remained tense and refused to go back to work. When He realised that my childish attitude wasn’t lessening, He moved away from me and went back to work, saying that He wasn’t going to give me what i wanted if i insisted on carrying on like this. i broke down into tears and He held me until i quietened, then told me to bend over the bed. He spanked me hard, then penetrated me with His fingers making me come, before climbing on top of me and using me. By the time He had finished, i was due to be late back in work, but was also in deep subspace, which i’m not sure that Sir intended as this rendered me completely useless. He picked me up, made sure i got dressed, came to work with me and took a seat in the corner of the bar in attempt to get on with some work.
An hour or so later, the bar was so quiet that my manager wanted two people to go home. Of course, still feeing spacey, i jumped at the chance to be set free to sit at Sir’s feet, so we got some food, went home and i curled up on the sofa next to Him with my head on His shoulder as my subspace subsided.
Sir wanted me to write a post about this particular time to reflect on how i acted and how He dealt with it. i understand that my mood and attitude was childish and uncalled for, but everyone has had a bad day and i’m sure you all know exactly how it feels to be that little ball of anger, unable to let go. i’m not very good at letting go of anger. Sometimes i get so cross that i think i’ll burst. There are a few things/people who make me so angry, and as much as Sir tells me that i have to let go, i just can’t. i’m not really an angry person, but when i get cross, i find it harder to forget about it or to put it aside. Sir deals with me incredibly well. i am very hard work at times and He manages to fix almost everything. On this particular day, Sir helping me get all of my emotion out and transferring it into a calm, subspace state, was absolutely the best thing He could have done. He couldn’t have left me angry, or tried rational conversation (you can’t rationalise the irrational) or tried mollycoddling me (condoning my actions). He did what He always does and chose to do was best for me, as His sub, which is what makes Him such an amazing Dom.