So Master ended up getting up in the night and sleeping downstairs because I was snoring too loud (or so he said). I was pretty well knocked out on Nyquil or else he’d have probably sent me packing, though I do recall him poking me a couple of times and telling me to roll over because I was keeping him awake.
But if I tried to sleep with my mouth shut, I’d dream that I was suffocating and wake up gasping for air. I did that several times and it was really kind of scary. I’m not convinced that he wasn’t holding his hand over my mouth, either, cuz
he’s evil like that I’m suspicious like that. ~narrows eyes~
Anyway. Long story short, I have a cold and I’m miserably stuffed up. And hey- did you know cold medicines make RLS symptoms worse? Ugh. I don’t know which is harder to deal with: the RLS or the cold symptoms. (Unless you have RLS, you just won’t get it! Srsly! lol)
Now he’s refusing to kiss me because I’m all “germy”. Pfft. Pussy. Try swallowing down some urine or sucking on some sweaty balls or licking some dirty feet and we’ll talk “germy”. He runs like a little girl at a sneeze, I tongued a toilet bowl. Hmmph.
You see? Slaves are stronger than doms. Slaves are fucking hardcore! So says me.
Don’t argue with kaya-logic. Mmmkay?