No 7 and No 8 – the gifts of time

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My instruction for today:

On the 7th day your Dom gave to you: on a very busy day for Missy, the gift of time. When you go to bed tonight I want you to lay in bed naked and lightly touch yourself, as you do. I want you to take the time to relax and think of me, not work and keep doing that until you fall asleep. Relax and form a picture of us together. Let me know how that goes.
Have a good day Baby girl. Xx

I am actually part way through this (gives a whole new meaning to ‘touch typing’!)  In thinking about Sir I have gone back to the beginning. To be honest today has been hard. Initially I was caught up in the focus of the tasks and was feeling really connected but as the week has gone on and we have had to make do with a few texts per day and some brief conversations on the site, it has been hard to keep feeling strong. So as I lay here thinking about you I went back to before the D/s. I went back to the start to remember what we had – not the rules and the rituals and the tasks and the kink but the strong attraction, the excitement, the feeling of this being something that we both had to open a door to.

Where you have given me time, I hope to take you back in time.  This piece is not new as I wrote it for you some time ago but it has probably been lost and forgotten. It is an unusual post as it is very personal to us and only we will know the meaning of what lies behind each snapshot. I love looking though photos and remembering the good times had but often there are no pictures of the most special and most significant of memories. So here is our first year together in the pictures that were never taken but are imprinted in my mind. I hope that you enjoy looking back and remembering why we are where we are. It has helped me to feel you and us and i will be able to complete your task and fall asleep with your arms around me.

Thank you Sir and I hope that this makes you smile.

Pictures of Us – 25 July 2007 – 7 January 2008

I am looking back through old pictures of us.

I am lying on a bed in an Italian Villa. I am giving in to myself, and you, and have sent you a text explaining quite clearly how I feel.

You are laughing and reading a text on your phone. There is colour in your cheeks and you look like you used to when you were young.

I am moving things into my new classroom. I am listening to ‘Whistle for the Choir’ on my ipod and although I am alone I am excited by the fact I feel your presence all around me.

We are having dinner; we are laughing, animated and youthful.

We are at a friend’s barbecue. We are looking at each other across the room and thinking things we shouldn’t be.

We are on the old railway line. You are sitting on your bike, trying to persuade me to kiss you.

We are a little bit drunk and you are watching me jump on the trampoline in the rain.

You are wearing a look of complete surprise. I have just kissed you for the first time.

You are walking me home, and we have stopped. You are pressed up against the wall, and I am on my knees.

I have dressed up (or down) and have just sent you a video. The door bell rings.

You are smiling uncontrollably. I am lying beside you.

We are having lunch, lying on a groundsheet in the woods.

I am in the car outside the supermarket waiting for you.

You are walking towards me smiling, carrying the shopping.

We are cooking. We are relaxed, laughing, and a bit tipsy.

I am standing completely still with a look of shock on my face. You have just told me that you painted the three hearts on the trees outside my classroom.

We are naked in bed together. We are lying in each other’s arms and are talking. This is the first time we have been able to be totally relaxed and on our own together.

We are watching the fireworks in the park on bonfire night.

We are having lunch together. We are holding hands and people are looking at us.

We are sharing a sandwich and you are helping me set up my new mobile phone. We are laughing about the patter of the salesman in the shop.

I have just been caught looking inside the oven. We look guilty, but not because of the oven.

We are having lunch with a load of old people in a coffee shop. I am laughing because, ironically, we seem to fit in.

We are in the car. You are dressed for dinner and are kissing me deeply.

You are staring in disbelief at your phone as yet another picture message comes in.

It is our first Christmas. My face says it all as I look around at the fairy lights, the tree and the baubles suspended from the ceiling.

It is New Year’s Day and we are drinking coffee in our pyjamas.

We look happy as you sling the rucksack that will probably be our un-doing over your shoulder.

As I close the album, I see so many more, all with pictures of the time we’ve spent together. I place this one back on the shelf beside the others and think to myself that I’ll have to buy another one for the next lot.

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    • Thank you slars. I wasn’t sure it would make much sense as Sir will know what each of those things mean but I guess that is the same if you look at someone’s photos for real. It has been nice for me to reflect back though so hopefully he will feel the same. ❤️

  1. This is a wonderful post. I could see every picture and it brought back similar memories of me and my Queen! I sit here feeling good because of those memories!! Thanks for the post!

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