Deliberations on a Non-Empty Stomach

Well hello, there!

• Today is my day off. 

• It's snowing where I live. 

• I went for a walk with my dog, which turned out to be 50 minutes instead of half an hour - yay! 

• Energy-feeling is awesome: when Genie and I felt each other's right from the start, I knew this was going to be interesting. Well! Our period started on the same day this month (today *grins*). And, well... there are things about her of a nature that I really enjoy. I hesitate to call it servicy, subby, or slave-y. I'm not sure where this one fits. I've already called her on how she enjoys service... when she was satisfied with my explanation of what I meant by this, she replied "only to people I like and respect." I found this a most awesome addition!

Now... onto the part that I don't know quite how to call... Genie told me that she was lacking motivation for starting to work out again. My sister suggested a few things but, alas, none of them were sufficient for Genie. She said that usually someone needs to withhold something important to her, or offer her a reward  - "but no one will do that for me here." It was a ridiculously cute explanation of this part of her nature. It complemented so well with my own. *smiles* It's interesting because I often do not know *how* exactly I would envision having a D/s relationship with someone... the specifics are unclear to me, but the general sensations of the spheres within which I would enjoy being dominant are easier to... suspect, let's say. Genie does these 's' things so naturally, and some of them really strike a chord with my own enjoyment.

My demands for this motivation 'thing' were clear to me instantly, but I was unsure whether they were reasonable considering I couldn't check that she was complying, us not living in the same household or even in the same city. So I double checked with her, then, that she would never lie to me, right?

- right, why do you ask?

- Because. 

Then I took some time to compile the message, and make sure that it was clear and concise to my satisfaction:

- From now on a workout from you earns you 48 hours of texting/non-in-person communication with me. Right after you work out, you will text me each time to let me know that you have, and in return I will communicate with you for the next two days. If I don't get such a text, I will not be doing any not-in-person communication. Right now I am defining a work out as lasting at least 15 minutes. It has to work out your heart for sure (heart rate up continuously for 15 minutes!), while  muscle exercises are optional.

My sister said "well, now she has to agree to this, right?" Which was interesting... "No, I've set my conditions. It's not a 'deal.' It's just the way it's going to be." She didn't understand, but I was beaming inside from this very fact: Genie had asked for it, and she was now in training.

A half an hour or so later, I heard back:

- you're good at this. lol 

(Yay for ego boosters!)
Then a bit later, again:

- I like this. deal.

(It's not a 'deal.' I'd already made everything perfectly clear, and thus remained silent.)
And then a couple hours later:

- poke-

This livened my face into a multitude of expressions (cute ones, I assure you), and I knew she was testing my word and my patience. This was close to my bedtime, and it was ridiculously difficult to go to sleep without having said our usual good night's over text. Aaaaaahhhh! My own patience was being tested - of my own volition. Perfect! I pulled through the night, though, eventually having to get some "sleep well" tea in me to calm my mind (it's been a pretty hyper mind for the last week or so!) The next day at 12:09 pm I got a text:

- painful. but done

Yay! What immense satisfaction from this confirmation. I asked what she'd done for the workout and how long for, and offered her some praise. She thanked me for it, as well as for 'doing this.' I welcomed her heartily, smiling to myself in regards to how much pleasure it gave me. Part of me is curious to see how this will progress, but that's the people-watching part. Mostly I am just enjoying the moment and glow of having such an obedient Genie. :)

As for our periods, it'll be interesting to see how our bodies align with the moon cycle and each other. 

Woohoo!

Twitterpated

I am going to run far, far away from this place.

Where being twitterpated is allowed. Condoned. AWESOME. *is twitterpated*

I am. Sam I am, twitterpated. With this girl, Oh My Goodness, whith this girl. Person. MEAOW.

And we're being cute over msn. EEeeeeek!

And I played w/ the back of her neck w/ a throwing knife in the car. And she said thank you over text message, later, for the scratches on her neck from it. Just like that. Thank you, btw... *melts* That's hot. She agrees. It's hot.

And thinking about it all, the way she enjoys serving, the way she threw my waterbottle off the bleachers outside after asking if I'd already drank from it and then appologized...

We ran across the field, raced, to the opposite goal post. I won, by speed and advantage of knowing where I was going. Sat on the sunnier slope. She started poking me with this big stick, and as I looked over I felt that energy emanate between us. It was splendid, and then I saw her sister coming across the field towards us and I broke the moment, for now. I wanted the energy fairly level between the three of us.

And then there were vegan cupcakes. YUM. They dropped me off at work, 'cause I was running a few minutes late, and then said that they'll drop a few more cupcakes off at my work before heading off to a concert. WELL!!! This was the moment of truth. Would they both come in? Would it be just one of them? Muahahahaha.

It was her :) She came in, alone, to drop off three cupcakes, each of every flavour made. I thanked her, she hung around awkwardly, but I had to work... I gave her a hug and said goodbye. Oh it was so satisfying. And a brilliant, brilliant hug.

I'm going to go melt off into memories and tiredness and possibly more msn conversations.
//collapses