Sunday, 1st May
We took the family to the train
station after breakfast. It was nice having them here, my aunt is
like a mother to me, and Ben and the kids are fantastic together. It
was hard work though. My cousin had requested we keep our lifestyle
away from the kids, and of course we accepted that. We would have
done it anyway. They would not have understood. Kids at that age
accept a lot, but trying to explain the intricacy of a M/s
relationship is too much for them.
Is it the rising sap in the trees,
that the evenings are getting longer and it is getting warmer. Around
this time of year I am always incredibly horny, and this year was the
same. It did not help to have the slave sleep in my room, and he is
so lovely with the kids and just so god damn sexy! I managed to fit
some relief times into the day.
First time under the shower, always by myself. My aunt is not a
morning person, so it was either me or Ben up with the kids. They
love him, I guess he is a big kid himself, so he was great. They
noticed he had a new necklace. Luckily we had the engraving done in
english, so what we told them it says is not quite true. I showed
them my tattoo, they were interested to hear about it. Olaf wanted
one too, we explained why he cannot have one and he understood. But I
think we have planted a seed.
When they arrived Wednesday
afternoon we went to the house, they had had excitement enough for
the day. We took them for a walk, there is a good playground in our
local park, and went for pizza at our pub. The kids do not get much
chance to go to restaurants, so it was an adventure for them. When we
finally got them to bed, they fell asleep immediately. My aunt went
to bed soon as well, and Ben and I had some time together. He does a
good hand job, I guess from his trucking days.
On Thursday we took the kids to
Skansen, it is an open-air museum with rebuilt farm cottages etc. It
was not too busy, but of course they loved the playground and the
funfair. In the afternoon we went clothes shopping for the kids, my
aunt was under instruction to get several items. Thanks to the
internet my cousin-in-law had done some research and picked some
items, we just checked if they fitted. We bought a few items in
addition, and they needed shoes. We had everything couriered from the
store to their home, my aunt will have her hands full on the journey
anyway.
We had dinner at home, we just had
some pasta, and salad for the adults. Ben offered to babysit, and I
had a chance to spend some time with my aunt.
Friday we went on a boat ride to an
island in Lake Malaren, they offer children's activities there, they
had a storyteller. Even Ben was enthralled. He has nearly finished
all of Astrid Lindgrens books. The evening we spent at home.
Saturday was Walpurgisnight, we found an event nearby, we were able
to travel there by bus. They had activities during the day, and the
bonfire in the evening. We made them have a nap, actually, we all had
one (Well, Ben and I used the time differently).
By now I was so horny all the time,
I put a cb chastity cage on. Ben had to help, I haven't worn one in a
while and I had to fight my erection. We had fun anyway.
Sunday morning the kids were up
very early, and bless him, Ben got up to entertain them and keep them
quiet. He took them for a walk, he said very early in the morning
sometimes one can spot the dragon which lives in the lake, but one
has to go to the little beach. They came back very disappointed, they
did not see the dragon.
We spent the rest of Sunday
together, released me from the cb, and the slave took very good care
of me. I said to him, how you can take it. He said it is all mind
over body. I remember it now, but it does take training.
He had enjoyed himself very much
the last few days, he had never been to the places we had visited,
and he liked Walpurgisnight. Last
year we did not take part in any Midsummer celebrations as I was
working, I look forward to spending that day with him. My aunt was
impressed how good his Swedish is.
Well, it is May already. Next month
the slave has been here a year. What a year it has been.
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