Homecomings. . .

We talked quite a bit for the rest of my trip about our choice.   Probably more then we have talked on the phone in a year combined it seemed like.   It was actually very awesome, and a big reminder of how much I missed being able to hang out with her without worry of doing something wrong or that I somehow wasn't making her happy, as that is always something I strove to do...

We spent a lot of time talking about exactly what we wanted out of this, and how it would affect our lives.  What we decided was that we were going to live the D/s life 24/7, and do our best to work around kids/family/life in such a way that it wasn't known to all of them what was going on between us.

One of those couple days, I found a flea market and got her a bracelet that I was going to have her wear as a reminder that she belongs to me, and is my sub.  She is not used to wearing bracelets, so this seemed perfect to me as it would be a constant reminder of me.

The worst part about coming home was that A. was not going to be there.  She had a campout she had to do over the weekend with our daughters girl scouts. 

I asked her to start a Journal every day that I had access to, writing down all her thoughts and concerns.  That was to be a place that she could put absolutely anything she wanted without fear of repurcussion or punishment from me, her Dom. She could write about whatever was on her mind. It helps me to know what she is thinking so that I can do better for her as Dom.

I couldn't go straight home, because she had our boy with her at the girl scout camp, and he needed to go home as he was not allowed to stay, so I stopped by and picked him up.

However, I told her that I wanted her to arrange for some time so that we could go for a walk and talk some, since I hadn't seen her in over a week at that point, and it was still going to be a couple days. . .

So when I got there, she met me out by where the cars were parked, and told me that the boy was in one of the cars playing with an iPad.    So, we went for a walk out of sight of anyone. . .  Once we were alone, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her deeply.    I did so, and then asked her to get down to her knees and welcome me home.  

She got down on her knees and looked up at me, welcoming me back home.  As we were sufficiently far enough away from everyone, I had her unzip my jeans and take me into her mouth for a moment, as a welcome, and as a promise of things to come.   She did so, and then she stood up and said, 'Thank you, Sir.'   I got a big smile on my face, told her I couldn't wait until we got her home, and then she got up and I led her back to the cars, before collecting the boy and heading back to the house...