Since I got back from the concert last week, things have been…. Different. Somewhere between our fight last Saturday night and me coming back Monday evening, a switch got flipped. He’s turned the alpha up to eleven. And I’ve wanted nothing more than to curl up at his feet and purr happily like a little kitten.
There was a repeat of Monday night every night last week but Thursday (Steak and a BJ Day, I took over for that!) and Friday when he gave me a break.
Saturday night he planned a fun date for us… Dinner and a nerdy burlesque show! Of course there was a Slave Leia, and Stormtroopers, and Batman villains. And I never thought I’d ever say that I’ve seen Wall-E’s boobs, but well, yeah that happened. It was a lot of fun.
And side note, he was looking fucking HOT. As long as I’ve known him, he’s been a baggy clothes guy. But for date night, I got a slim, sexy man wearing handsome clothes that fit damn well on his frame. And black, the color black looks fantastic on him. Rawr.
When we got home, he pulled out the riding crop.
Much fun was had.
More than a couple of times this week, he’s called me out for my shit, and while I grumpily comply, I find myself oddly happy about it. Dinner last night was the perfect example.
I’ve been feeling pretty crappy all week. I suspect sinuses, because I’ve had crazy pressure in my ears, which I think is leading to the weird sort of a dizzy, fuzzy, achy feeling I’ve been having in my head (I’m a bit improved, so I’m not too worried about it). Makes sense, since the weather is changing and we’ve had some high pressure fronts come through.
Well, I didn’t really feel like making dinner last night. I wasn’t genuinely sick, just felt kinda meh. Didn’t really know what to cook, and didn’t really feel like putting in the effort.
After politely suggesting I start dinner a couple of times, he finally said “Go make dinner. Make bacon and eggs, we’ll have breakfast for dinner.” I sort of pouted, but complied as I usually do. He gave me the direction, we had a good dinner. I think previously he would have just done it himself and let me lounge on the couch. I’m coming to realize that I’m a huge brat. 
Not to say he hasn’t been wonderful with the good beta. I’ve been sleeping like shit lately, and he insisted on me sleep in both days this weekend to get caught up. Boy did I need it. Drugged up with Unisom both nights, feeling lovely this morning.
After the kids went to bed last night, we watched the first half of The Secretary. I’m not a huge Maggie Gylenhall fan, so I wasn’t convinced, but it does seem to be a weird, entertaining movie so far. Mr. Grey is a little too skittish and mental to be believable as a Dom, but I guess we’ve still got the second half of the movie to watch. Captain M stopped it at 9:30pm to enforce bed time, even though I protested. I guess that’s a new rule now.
Not sure if all this will stick, or if I’ll keep enjoying it once the shiny wears off, but I’m enjoying it all for now.
