I haven’t written in a while. Not because I don’t have anything to write about (in fact, quite the opposite), but just because I haven’t had time to sit down and write anything.
Work has been busier than ever, and I’ve been spending almost 7 days a week getting things up and running, dealing with back orders (everything is back-ordered), finding work arounds, trouble shooting new software and running down network errors, and finding time to do all that and see patients while watching the bills pill up and my account balances go down. I’m exhausted, but in a good way. The days are long, but they go by fast (it’s 6 pm already?). But we know you didn’t come here to hear that….
My relationship (for lack of a better term, I’m not really sure what to call it) with Southern Switch has gone farther and faster than I would have imagined. He really just stepped in (to be honest, he was volun-told) to help keep me plugged like Sir used to, but it has evolved well past that. I’m amazed by the connection I am feeling, and I think he feels as well, even if I’m 154th on his priority list. Just to catch you up, I’m pretty much plugged every day now (which is more often than with Sir). He’s also choosing my undergarments (jocks mostly, the sexier the better), and some of my accessories (i.e. I must wear something outwardly visible to signal my status as his beta, usually leather). He essentially owns my ass now, and I have absolutely no complaints. I’m as horny as a 14 year old lately. I do admit my 50 something year old ass is not as accommodating as it used to be, but he seems to be whipping it back into shape. He’s also decided we are stretching my balls (again, zero complaints) and I believe there are plans he hasn’t told me about yet. I don’t know what he wants to do to me, but I know I’m going to do whatever he wants. It’s pretty heady stuff.
What amazes me is how completely he has gotten into my head. I find myself calling him Sir from time to time. I can’t help it, he just makes me feel that way. There was a big gaping hole in my heart from losing my previous Master, and perhaps I am too willing to find a life boat, but I don’t think so. He is naturally assuming that degree of control, and I am willingly giving it to him. It just happened, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I don’t know what the future holds, but it feels right for me and needed. Thank you Alpha.
On the Dom side: Pup has been locked for over a month and had his first orgasm without touching his now locked dick. This was a major goal we had, and I’m both pleased for him and proud of him. There’s nothing like the feeling of your first “hands free” orgasm for a caged man. It’s one of those things that just reinforces the desire to stay locked, because it’s amazing when it happens. The pup is about 1/3 of the way to his original goal. I’m here to encourage him to meet and exceed that goal. I mean, helping a pup stay locked is a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
We are all fully vaccinated around here, so it’s really nice to have a semblance of normalcy and not to feel that constant anxiety. We’re still careful (we’re masking and sanitizing all the time), but the existential dread is gone. My entire office and nursing staff is vaccinated. The pleasure of eating lunch with someone cannot be overstated nor taken for granted.
Speaking of lunch, I had lunch with another of my kinky locked friends the other day. Thankfully, the staff went out to lunch, as the conversation was definitely not office appropriate (I don’t want to have to watch a video). We caught up and it was delightful. He was showing me pics of an incredibly sexy boy he had tied up and is talking about locking all the while complaining how he doesn’t meet anyone. I almost slapped him. I mean, come on man, you’re doing just fine. Gotta love him though.
That’s all the news from Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average.