I got the opportunity to spend some time with MasterDoc yesterday. I went over to his place with the mindset of getting him off, as I knew his back was bothering him and he wasn’t up to much else. I was looking forward to it, after all my period started that morning so I wasn’t feeling especially horny. (First couple of days I’m not usually that horny. I feel kinda crampy and gross and cups are more likely to leak those first heavy days.) I must really be a sub since I was really looking forward to taking care of his needs and that was going to be satisfying in and of itself.
We ended up going out to breakfast at IHOP with his roomate Liz. That breakfast was enough to hold me until dinner. (Yes, indeed Master and sub do normal things like go out to IHOP. I often like those simple things as much as I like the sex. Hm, ok maybe not. lol But I appreciate non-sexual time spent with him as well.)
Good thing I indulged myself at breakfast, because following that MasterDoc gave me what, up to this point, is probably the most difficult directive he’s ever given me. He’s decided that we’re going to lose weight, and we’re going to do it together. As he’ll lose three pounds for every two I lose his weight loss will depend on me. (I should lose slowly and healthily of course.) He’s concerned about his health, and I have to admit that making this about his health, well-being and longevity has really put the pressure on. Of course I want to have him healthy and around for as long as possible. Heck, I want to be healthier than I am now, but my own health was never been enough of a motivation. I’m lazy, I hate exercise, I’m out of shape which just makes exercise all that more difficult, I love to eat. All these are things I’m going to have to overcome. I’m really afraid of failure. My entire adult life I’ve gone through periods where I tried to lose weight and I’ve never been particularly successful. (I did lose about 20 pounds back in college. But god that was ages ago. And I didn’t have being 35 and on anti-depressants working against me (slower metabolism). On the other hand, maybe I’ll manage this time because there’s someone other than me to let down if I fail. My issues with food and exercise are deeply ingrained alongside a small dose of residual self-loathing. I told MasterDoc that I think it would be easier to have him piss in my mouth. lol And that’s something I really don’t want to do. Licking his ass was easier than this - this is so all encompassing, it’s not just about several minutes in time. It’s changing my life patterns. I’m on day two of my period and between the cramps and trying to watch my eating I’m a cranky camper.
This too shall pass.
I’m sure you’d all much rather read about how he fucked me after all, but I feel like blathering on about the weight loss thing.
Well, they do say when you have someone to do it with, it tends to work better because you motivate each other. Let that notion of not wanting to disappoint someone else work for you. I am sure that, Dom or not ,he would not want to disappoint either. Anyways, best of luck with the new directive.