Training, Chinatown, and reflection

My first day of my training session went well and was fun. I learned a ton. Folks in my group are nice.

I am the only female in the group. It's great if I were interested in dating someone. However, many of the guys are married and I am not in that mode.

I walked around Chinatown after work. It's funny that I have visited Montreal a number of times and never explored Chinatown until this trip.

It's nice to change things up. The last time I was in this city was with my ex-guy. That trip ended up with my ex-guy getting into a moody mode and not wanting to be intimate with me for a bit. The more I think about our relationship, the more it makes sense that it's over. He didn't really treat me as well as he could have and his actions boggled my mind.

Early Christmas gift exchange on a bittersweet date night

I started writing this post weeks ago. It was difficult to finish. It was the last time when my guy and I were together before he went on business. I decided to finally finishing writing it at long last.

My guy is moody. Last Wednesday, we had lunch together. I could tell that he was not having a great day.

He had a seminar in which the folks had constant problems with our software application. Many were not listening to what he had suggested to do. As a result, they had multiple problems. He was clearly stressed.

On top of that, my guy had to plan for his trip to Turkey. He wanted an aisle seat, but he could not select that online like he normally does. Ah, the fun of booking a code-sharing flight. My guy insists on having the aisle seat. He has long legs and it makes stretching easier.

My guy apologized for not being his normal self. I did manage to make him smile, which he appreciated.

We didn't talk for a couple of days. I had sent him an e-mail, asking how he was doing. He is the type of person who likes to work himself out of such low periods. I gave him some space.

On Friday, he called me. He was talking funny. He advised that he had a filling done and that his mouth was frozen. He wanted to see me. I told him that I'd love to, but that it was my time of the month. He said that it was okay if I skipped our meeting. I told him that it would be the last time that I'd see him for a while. I wanted to see him.

It's funny, but sometimes, we tend to say stuff that we don't mean to say. He thought that perhaps I wasn't feeling great about seeing him because my period has started. I told him later that I would be longing to be with him, so I truly needed to see him.

We met at our usual spot just after 16:00. He looked good. He was carrying my Christmas present in his hands. We needed to exchange gifts early, for he was off to Turkey for three weeks and we weren't going to spend the holidays together.

My guy remembered when I looked at a world globe in Stockholm and said that I have always wanted one. He bought me one that spits out interesting facts about any country, including its national anthem and climate. It was an awesome gift, complete with a purple bow on top.

We got into the backseat of my car. I handed him the gifts that I gave him. He loved them all. He loves how my gifts are thoughtful and practical.

I took off my jacket. He looked at the fitted fuchsia v-neck sweater that I had on. He told me that he loved how it hugged my breasts. I told him that I bought it at his favourite store, Costco. I haven't bought any clothes there for years, but this sweater was a winner.

We kissed and hugged. We kissed some more. He played with my breasts. I caressed the back of his head.

I eventually made it down to his crotch, stroking his hard cock. It drove him wild. He had to have me play with it. He pulled down his pants and briefs, and I got to play with his erect member. I jerked him off, playing with his balls, and making my guy feel good by his ejaculating all over my hand. Afterwards, my guy apologized for making a mess in the backseat. I told him that my seats were protected from stains, which made us both laugh.

I continued to lovingly caress the back of his head. He told me that my hands were like a furnace. He enjoyed how my hands warmed his privates. He loved my touch.

We talked for a while. I had my arm around his, with my head resting against his left bicep. He pointed out that it was so intimate. I just love cuddling up to him.

My guy and I were getting hungry. We drove over to our favourite Chinese restaurant for dinner. I had the lemon chicken with noodles. He teased me about the noodles. I teased him back about his being predictable with his food dishes, too.

It was a great date night. It was bittersweet, as we weren't going to see each other for weeks. We had one final long kiss before we made our separate ways. I wished him a safe flight. He reassured me that we'd talk often over Skype.

Rough times for my guy

I could sense that something was wrong with my guy on Wednesday.

I briefly saw the back of his head in the communal lunch room. He didn't come to visit me. That was unusual for him.

He eventually did come over to his cubicle at 6 pm. We chatted along with another colleague. I then asked him if he had a moment to chat. He did. We went into a conference room and closed the door.

Sure enough, my guy is going through a tough time both at work and with how he feels about himself. He openly spilled what was wrong, which he wouldn't have been the case two years ago. He's a moody guy, but we both seem relieved talking it out.

I told him that he was my best friend. He said that it was mutual. He appreciated that I am always there for him and that I am understanding.

Needless to say, now is not the best time for us to engage in treehouse time. However, I had to squeeze his hand and tell him that all would be okay. I also got to caress him freshly shaven head. He felt good after I had done that.

We had planned to go out for dinner on Thursday night to talk some more. It did help that we had spent an hour talking things through at work.

He'll be okay. Time tends to help sort such things out.

My guy is back to his cheerful self and I went shopping for toys

Things are looking a bit brighter. My guy wrote a couple of e-mails last night. He is back to his sweet self.

The unfortunate part is that he is on the road for the next few weeks. So, his moodiness is partly due to being on the road. He would rather have a balance of sorts. He likes to be home for at least a week before going on the road. He won't have that opportunity for quite some time.

My guy also gets in a negative spin when he is stressed out. That phase seems to be over for the time being. He is back to him content self, who enjoys shopping.

Speaking of shopping, I finally got around to ordering some playful items. As I had mentioned in my last post, my guy and I have discussed some new role-playing scenarios as of late that we want to try out.

One scenario is my giving him a blowjob as a French maid. My guy indicated that it's not mandatory for me to find a maid outfit (he is fine if I am wearing a short skirt and a v-neck t-shirt, for instance). He likes the idea of my sucking him when his member is limp and then gets gradually harder. I once told him that this scenario would be impossible, as my guy seems to always be hard when he sees me.

Anyway, I bought a feather duster. It was on sale, and has red and black feathers. The duster's handle is black. I like the idea of sucking and dusting around his privates. The video that we saw was hot and intriguing. I'd like to try it out.

My guy also wants to experiment with having his way with me. Naturally, it would be consensual. However, I would be acting like I didn't want my skirt lifted up so he could spank me. Instead, I would pull my skirt down, but he would insist on lifting it up. I'd cover my bare bottom with my hand to avoid being spanked. He'd move my hand away. Eventually, I'd give in and enjoy the moment.

Finally, we have discussed tying me up. When I am about to be spanked, I tend to obediently go over his lap or flip over. I never fight it. My guy likes the idea of tying me up so that he can pleasure me. So, I bought some restraints. We have flirted with the idea of tying me up to the bedpost. So, this kit that I bought is flexible in that you can either tie your wrists together with the cuffs, or you can use the cuffs separately to tie them around your bedposts.

The toughest part is waiting to be with my guy so that we can try these scenarios out with the toys. The toys are currently being shipped. I hope to get them sometime early next week. I can't wait!

That's all for now. Have a great weekend!

A lull - my guy is not in his happy place and is miles away

My guy is moody. On Saturday, he wrote be a sweet e-mail, saying how much he loved his birthday gift from me and how great I am in the gift-giving department.

I have mentioned in the past that he has called me his girlfriend a couple of times. In this e-mail, he did it a third time. It is rare that he calls me his girlfriend and that I call him my boyfriend. Instead, we tend to give each other playful nicknames.

Well, the playful nickname trend came crashing down on Monday. I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. He is on the road and normally lets me know that he's okay.

He did eventually send me an e-mail on Monday night. He told me that he has been in a "bit of a bad mood." He never explained why. He said that he would "resurface soon." He used my real first name as part of the opening salutation. The last time he did so in a private e-mail was the first few e-mails that we had sent to each other when we started dating.

Perhaps I am reading into his e-mail more than I should, but it certainly convinced me that he was not his regular self. I told him that if he wanted to talk about it, to just let me know. I also said that he probably needed a real hug, but that I could only offer a virtual one to him for the time being.

He wrote back to me tonight. He seems like he is on the mend. He told me that I was my sweet self and that my virtual hug helped.

I am hoping that we'll talk soon. I do miss him, but I also know that he needs some time to work out whatever is bugging him. Pressing him to tell me will not work. When he is ready to tell me, he eventually does.

I do worry about him when he get into such a dark zone. If I were with him, I would be holding him in my arms, reassuring him that things do work out.

Anyway, before my guy got in his bad mood, he told me on Friday that he'd like to tie me up sometime. He reassured me that I'd like what he'd do to me. I knew that! My job is to find ties or cuffs that he can use on me. The research is fun. I have found something that I like and it's on sale, too!

I also need to get a feather duster. Although it's not a mandatory item, my guy and I had watched a video in which a woman in a French maid costume was using a feather duster on a man. She was dusting around his balls and cock, alternating between this task and sucking his hard cock. I would like to give the feather duster a try. My guy likes envisioning me sucking him in such an outfit.

Thanks for reading along. It has been an odd week. I miss him, but I am hopeful that he'll get back to his usual self.

Not in the mood due to stress

I could tell on Wednesday that my guy wasn't in the mood to have treehouse time. When he is stressed out or is feeling blue, he tends to not want it.

It's understandable. However, the first time that he didn't say anything about his mood or how he was feeling, I didn't know what to make of it. My guy tends to dictate whether we become intimate after work.

It may seem strange that I give him control to decide when we head over to the treehouse. I don't mind it. At work, I have complete control over what tasks I need to complete and I schedule them accordingly. It's nice to have someone else do the scheduling for a change outside of work. I do it by choice and it has worked out well.

It's pretty easy to tell when my guy doesn't feel like having treehouse time. He won't touch my back when he comes to my desk or send me as many text messages. I don't take it personally. I just know that he is preoccupied.

Late on Wednesday night, my guy (MG) sent me a bunch of texts over Skype. I was on the phone, scheduling an appointment to take my car in for servicing.

MG: Hey there
MG: I'm heading out now
MG: I'd like to apologize for not meeting for so long
MG: I'm just not in the mood in the midst of a bunch of things
MG: Hopefully things will clear out soon
MG: Goodnight

We both packed up and headed out the door.

While we walked out together, we talked.

"I can tell when you're not in the mood," I stated. "It's okay."
"You would know better than anyone," he replied.
"I think you can relieve some stress at the gym tonight," I pointed out.
"Yes."

We got down to the ground floor. We talked a bit more.

"I know what it's like to be under a bunch of stress. I'm in that boat right now. Just don't let it bug you," I advised.
"I know," he said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
"Our manager isn't the greatest planner. Everything is done at practically the last minute."

My guy and I looked in each other's eyes. All is and will be okay.

Blue, blue, rain!

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that my guy was sad. He is moody. It's not to the point where one minute, he is all happy-go-lucky, and then he swings to the opposite extreme in which he wants to jump off a cliff. He has his moments, as do I.

Two Fridays ago, we were chatting in the communal office kitchen. He looked at me and liked what I was wearing. He wanted to talk to me after work. I was good with that. He kissed his finger and then touched my face with it. He is sweet that way. We try and be as discreet about our relationship when we're in the office.

We had initially agreed to talk in the training room. However, it was being occupied by a team of software developers. Instead, we moved our chat to the treehouse.

We drove over to our regular spot. I didn't dress up in a short skirt or anything. I wasn't exactly in the mood, as a number of things at work were also getting to me.

We sat in the backseat of my guy's car. He looked at me and couldn't help but to kiss me. We made out.

It had been several days since we had quality time. I could tell that he had missed me. The intensity that he exhibited when he groped my left breast said it all.

It was my time of the month. He is particularly sweet when I tell him that.

"Even though it's that time of the month, I can still spank you hard, can't I?" he whispered in my ear.

It immediately turned me on. However, we were both enjoying making out that we let that slide.

"It's time to free Willy," he said, which made me groan.

He unfastened his belt that was holding up his slacks. He let me have access to his erect penis. I started off giving him with a handjob. My guy then asked if I could suck him. I didn't hesitate. I went right ahead.

It took him no time to ejaculate. We were both so incredibly relaxed for a bit.

We talked about what was bugging him and making him blue. I am glad that he can confide in me. Unfortunately, he made me feel sad to the point where I couldn't stop crying. I am normally not the type to cry in such a manner. I just couldn't stop.

My guy held me. He apologized for upsetting me. He kissed me countless times and rubbed my thigh. He even went to his car's trunk and got me some strawberries to snack on. Although I felt bloated, I did manage to have a couple.

It was raining outside. We were with each other in the backseat. He held me for hours. It was nice.

He told me that he had dreamt of me the other night. In his dream, he went to kiss a complete stranger. But, he knew that he was kissing my lips. 

He walked me to my car. We had been sitting in his car for four hours. He made sure that I was okay when I finally sat in my car. He leaned over and kissed me on my lips. We then went our separate ways.

I did feel like crap, but how sweet and patient he was with me helped. I noticed that he had sent me an e-mail by the time I got home, asking if I was feeling better.

Despite being so down that day, my guy is a decent guy. He is a keeper. I have said it so many times. I have meant it every time.

Moodiness changes everything, but breaking a wooden spatula after a spanking mends a relationship

My guy and I had talked about meeting on Friday for some quality time in the treehouse. I had been looking forward to it all week.

Things took a bit of an unexpected nosedive.

My guy rarely logs on to Skype these days. For the past two Fridays, whenever he needed to cancel our meeting or reschedule it, he would do it on Skype. He logged on at around noon. I just knew that he wanted to cancel.

I dislike when he starts off by saying hi and the regular pleasantries that we go through. I then asked him flat out whether he was bored at work or if he had other thoughts that he wanted to share. He told me that he was in a "blah mood" and that we would "probably not meet." I was disappointed.

I told him that I knew that he would be cancelling, as he had logged on to Skype. He joked that he should break more good news on Skype. He told me not to be upset. It was too late. I was.

I decided to log off. I felt taken for granted that I am always on Skype and that he is the one who ends up changing his mind. It annoyed me.

I got to work at 14:30. I could tell that he was trying to test out the waters. He asked how I was doing. I just said that I was okay. It was clear that I didn't feel like talking to him. He tried to get me to talk about the lack of parking spaces available at work in the afternoon. I had little to say.

My guy fell asleep at his cubicle, but he did hear my talking to another colleague. I told her that she was cheering me up. I also took a dig at him when he was awake, saying that it's sometimes better not to plan anything, or one gets disappointed when plans change unexpectedly.

To take my guy's point of view, he was being kind in telling me that he wasn't in the mood for a meeting. But, it was several hours away. It seemed pretty premature to me to cancel so far in advance.

He has also been sleepy for the past few days. He doesn't know why that is. He's not preoccupied or anything. On Wednesday, he fell asleep at his cubicle. I took a picture of him using my cell phone. I did the same thing on Friday.

So, at around 17:30, my guy wrote to me on Skype. Our cubicles are so close to each other that it's almost odd to communicate by instant messaging. He asked if I was still mad. I was perturbed. He wanted to change his mind. I asked why he wanted to do that. He wanted the meeting. I told him that I wasn't in the mood for our regular meeting. I was okay with talking, though.

My guy gets nervous about talking. We did. I told him that he tends to schedule everything because it's convenient for him on his own terms. All I do is wait. I'm just there. I'm tired of it. He thought that I was upset that we weren't meeting as often as I would like. That wasn't my problem.

I went on to say that it was a pattern that he cancels on Fridays. He disagreed. What I should have said was that it's what I see because I am far more intuitive than he gives me credit for. In the end, he said, "Fair enough." I asked him whether he still wanted to meet, although I wasn't exactly in the mood anymore. He did. We ended up smiling at each other.

I had my black lacy panties on. I didn't feel like putting on a skirt. My guy looked at me and said that I "looked the same." I could tell that he wanted to see me in a skirt, but his mood had wrecked mine.

We drove to our spot. I handed him the wooden spatula and said that he needed to use it today before I got into the treehouse.

I could tell that we both didn't like where our conversation was headed. The way that he was rubbing my fingernails said everything. He said that it was okay for me to initiate treehouse meetings. He told me not to be on Skype all the time if I didn't want to. He embraced me tightly in his arms.

"I am sorry for being so moody, which ruined everything," he admitted.
"What are you sad about?" I asked him.
"Nothing in particular," he stated. "I woke up this way."

His right hand moved over to my butt. He first caressed it. He then began to grope it.

"I like that," I said, enjoying his hands over my jean-clad bottom.
"I like grabbing your butt," he said.

A few moments later, he told me that it was time for my spanking.

"Do you know why I need to spank you?"
"No," I said, playing dumb.

He shifted his position to the centre of the backseat. I went over his lap.

"I have to spank you because you don't say no," he explained, pinching my bottom and the massaging my clit.

The first smack with his hand landed on my left buttock. He then alternated between cheeks. He got a couple of hard pinches in, too.

The hand smacks came down harder and more frequent when he got into the groove.

"You have been bad for not wearing a short skirt. You always need to have a short skirt with you, either in your purse or in the trunk of your car."
"You didn't want to meet today, so I didn't bother," I said.
"That is the wrong response," he replied, continuing to smack my backside, except he was using the wooden spatula. "You always need to wear a short skirt for me. Do you understand?"
"No," I said defiantly, looking at his black Rockport shoes while still over his knee.
"No? You think that you have a say in this?"
"Yes," I did, challenging him to spank me.
"I tell you what to do," he stated sternly.

He used the wooden spatula hard on my backside. He likes smacking the backs of my thighs and calves with it. I was incredibly turned on by how hard he was spanking me.

His right hand went down the back of my jeans and under my black lacy panties. He knew that I was wet when he fingered my pussy. He then fingered my ass and was pleasuring me.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me.
"No!"
"Yes, you will," he replied, using his other hand to smack my buttocks with the wooden spatula.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!" 

I started to giggle. My guy likes when I giggle and equates it to my being ticklish.

"Is your butt ticklish?" he asked me.
"No," I replied. "Our yes-no conversation is making me chuckle."

I have never laughed while being spanked. There is a first for everything.

I eventually came while over his lap. It was wonderful. I was so limp afterwards. I could barely get myself off his lap.

We kissed. It felt good.

"Touch my cock," he ordered, but it was more like a request.
"Maybe," I teased. I waited ten seconds before I did it. It was hard as can be.

After playing with his erect penis while kissing, he unfastened his belt, and pulled down both his grey trousers and blue briefs. His penis greeted me, erect as ever. It was nice to see how turned on he was. I gave him a handjob.

He told me to talk dirty to him. I told him that I was a whore, and that I wanted to be spanked and screwed by him in every possible way. I was his sex toy and was eager to please him. I told him that I wanted to be slapped around. He caressed my chin before he lightly smacked my right cheek a few times. That did it. Soon after that, he came all over my hand.

I helped him clean up. He sat there in dopey mode, which I loved seeing.

"I am glad that you changed your mind [about meeting today]," I said to him.
"I am glad that I did, too."

I told him that I had taken two pictures of him sleeping at work. He took the news well and said that he would behave. I indicated that I wouldn't blackmail him. I'd use it for our role-playing sessions instead. He wanted to see them. I said that after I have made copies of the pictures, that I'd share them with him. He laughed.

Although I feared that his moodiness earlier, which had affected my mood, may have altered our relationship, it looks like we'll be okay. I asked if he was okay. He was. He reciprocated with the same question. I was, too.

He showed me the wooden spatula. It had split. For the second time, we have broken a spanking implement.

"You have a hard ass," he joked.

We made it through the brief storm. It's nice how a meeting can fix things. I also like coming out of our meetings with a sore backside.