I'm a Little Sad
Bill's been a bit difficult to get along with lately. No... actually... he's been quite difficult to get along with lately. That's ok, I completely understand. His health is worsening and his prognosis isn't nearly as good as it was six months ago. If anyone deserves a bit of slack for not being totally well behaved, I suppose it would be Bill. After all, he's normally a very warm and caring person and I couldn't ask for a better boss or friend.
This afternoon he told me that he needed to go out to the local outpatient clinic as he wasn't feeling well. Nothing urgent he assured me, just in need of a bit of antibiotic. He helped me into the truck and before long we were pulling into the driveway of someone's home. He put his finger to his lips to shush me after I shot him a puzzled look and led me into the house. Waiting inside was a 30 something fella with a quick smile and kind eyes. He greeted me warmly and welcomed me to "Pampered Ladies", a very charming personal spa service catering to a very specific clientele - men who are in the doghouse with the their ladies.
It would seem that for some undisclosed (and I am sure exorbitant) amount of money this man not only helps provide an afternoon or evening of blissful pampering but he does it in a manner tailored specifically to the lady's tastes. For my special time a number of scented candles were burning, soft classical music was playing, and a nice glass of chilled champagne was waiting. What a lovely relaxing time after the past few days. I spent a couple of hours having my hair washed and styled, a manicure, pedicure, and the best massage I've ever received that wasn't sexual in nature ;)
Oddly, instead of all this making me happy, I find this evening that a big part of me is really sad. I miss Rook a lot during the time we're apart and I can't help thinking that while pampering is incredibly nice, it's certainly a lot better when it's rendered by someone who loves you. Bill and I discussed my feelings and he assures me understands. I adore him for what he did for me, I had a very nice time, and yes, he's out of the doghouse that he was never really in.
Sigh. Not my usual sort of entry but I really need to rid myself of this down mood and I thought writing about it might help. Plus I guess I feel like I'd be a big hypocrite if all I ever wrote about were the good times. No one's life is always great - not even a Domme ;)
I promise tomorrow's entry will be more upbeat. I'll answer emails and group posts tomorrow. Just not in the mood tonight. Sorry.