A happy re-union

Saturday, 5^th May

I had some porridge for breakfast today. I went to the gym and to the sauna afterwards. I knew Ben would not arrive until after lunch. Porridge is a slow releasing food, so good breakfast for having before exercise. I had a message on my phone from my aunt with his arrival time when I got ready after my gym session. I put my device on when I got dressed. I was on my own in the dressing room, and then someone came in. I was nearly finished so just continued. He openly looked at me. I asked him did he want some more information about chastity? He turned deep red and left. When I left a member of staff asked to talk to me. The guy had complained. I was told the gym does not care about the complaint, I can wear a device if I want to. We have been through this before with Ben, and they have always supported us.

I came home as I wanted to drop my gym stuff off. I bought some flowers at the station, with lots of red roses in. I have not given him flowers since his birthday. I did not have time to get lunch, I made it to Central Station in good time and had a hot dog there. The train was 10 minutes late.

I was nervous what mood Ben would be in. He had hardly talked to me all week. We had not messaged, I think I mentioned mobile phone reception on the farm is bad. Anyway, he does not like sending messages. He rather makes a call. He has a very basic phone without e-mail and internet and instant messaging or whatever it is the youngsters seem to be constantly tapping away and looking at. It really annoys me, walking down the road, people stare at their phones all the time!

I guess I am of a different generation. I have a smart phone, but I rarely use the modern functions.

I never got into computer games either. Surprisingly, my last boyfriend was a computer game creator. But he liked that I was not into it, and when he came home to me he was able to switch off. I guess that is one reason why he liked bondage, it made him switch off and be quiet.

A lot of people came off the train, as I did not know which wagon he was on, I had positioned myself in the middle. My phone went off, it was Ben (yes, he has his own ringtone). I was fumbling for it when I was embraced from behind. Sneaky guy. He was grinning broadly and we shared a passionate kiss. I must admit, I felt relief. He was obviously happy to see me. Now I am thinking, why was I doubting it? He had not expressed a wish to be away from me. He had wanted some time away. We had talked about going away together. But a little bit he had wanted some distance from me as well, I think.

I suggested we take a taxi, as we had his bag. The train earlier had been quite busy. We did not talk much whilst walking to the taxi. I carried his bag and held his hand with my other hand. Almost to make sure he does not run off. I wanted to claim him again. He is mine, my boy, my slave.

The journey in the taxi is quite short as we can take the express way. I had my hand lying in the middle, and Ben's hand crept slowly towards mine until we were holding hands. I noticed his wedding band and started playing with it. I made a comment that I had expected him to loose it. He was quite upset. He explained how much it means to him, and one reason why he does not wear it is because he does not want to loose it. He said he took it off when he worked on the farm and gave it

to toy Owe to look after. I had to smile. He can be so innocent! See, that is what I mean, he sometimes comes out with these childish innocent comments, and I just want to hold him and protect him. He explained about toy Owe. He talked quietly, I had to lean over. For one so that the taxi driver could not hear us, and I think he was a bit shy about it, even towards me. So I will not elaborate about it here. It was a special moment between us. We were nearly at home now. We were holding hands in the back of the taxi, and there was electricity between us. I could not wait to get home.

He was pleased about the flowers. I could not hold back any more and ordered him into the playroom. We were all over each other, trying to undress the other person. He was surprised to see my device and then smiled knowingly. We had some difficulty getting it off as I was soo hard. Why did I put it on!?! I strapped him to the fucking bench (yes, I took my time to strap him in) and the first session was fast. Fast and hard. GoooD! Next I wanted to take it slower, so I released him and strapped him onto the chair. The time it took to do that made us both even more horny. He has such control over his body, he made me enter his vagina. I wanted his anus again, but he pushed down on the chair. I did not care, a wet hole is a wet hole. He has more control over his muscles in his anus, so can influence, sometimes determine, how it goes. With his vagina I am more in control. Again, it was sex. Raw sex. Afterwards I got us a drink, while he was still strapped in. Giving him the drink, he totally went into sub space, and I felt I controlled everything. I did not hold the glass very well for him to drink out of, and it spilled all over. I licked it up. It was so erotic. I released his hands and he knew that I wanted to be touched and stroked by him. He gave himself to me. I do not know how long we spent like this. It must have been a good couple of hours. He should go away more often if it is like this! Although we can have sessions like this normally as well! I remembered I better get his collar. I told him to get ready for me while I fetch something from the safe. When I returned he was kneeling, with his hands behind his back, his head bent. I made it into a little ceremony. I gave him some rules, how I expect him to be a good slave. Most things he does anyway, but it is always good to enforce it. Like, I expect him to keep house, do the shopping, do laundry, and most of the cooking. Always be available to me. Keep himself fit and well groomed for my pleasure. He replied “yes Master” eagerly. When I mentioned “not talk too much unless it is free speech” he hesitated. I explained he had been a bit vocal lately and that we have to enforce it again. I know it is difficult for him, but it is one of the rules! And there should be one rule that he breaks and I can punish him for! Most of the time I am quite slack when it comes to his chatter. I often enjoy it. And it can be too quiet if he is behaving himself. But I wanted to mark this. He agreed to all my rules and was happy to have the collar fixed on. I put the key around my neck. My collar.

It was time for his shake and I needed some nourishment too. We had some fruit. He opened his mouth as if to say something and then changed his mind. I allowed him to talk. He said he had milk fresh from the cows udder all week and it was delicious and did not cause him any trouble and he would miss it. He told me about how he helped with milking and what a strange world it is. He had tried the milking device by putting his fingers in it, and did not think it was a good thing to stick your dick in, although one would suspect some lonely farmers would do that. It is like sticking your dick into a vacuum cleaner, it just sucks and would hurt. Had I ever treated anyone with a funny object up their arse? Goodness me, see what I mean with I have to enforce the rule about him not talking too much? He stopped himself and apologised. I had to smile. I confessed I wanted to hear all about his week on the farm so today was free speech. We decided to go out for pizza. We held hands whilst going to the pizza place. I felt like a teenager again. I am so lucky to feel like this after almost 2 years together. And the first 6 months or so we were an odd couple, so does it count? Anyway, we had a good time catching up at the restaurant. We ordered a pizza and asked for a quarter to be done without cheese. They know us now and it is no problem. It was busy with families. Ben kept touching his throat and collar, and I finally asked him if it was ok, was it maybe not in the right position, is it bothering him? He said no, it fits fine, he just liked the feel of it. He had taken his ring off and left it in his room. I commented on it, and he said he knows it is safe in his room. Usually we sit opposite each other, this time I sat next to him. I wanted to be close, to be physical. I think we upset a few of the parents. So what, the kids should learn that there are other relationships possible!

I told Ben about my evening at the club and the erotic massage lady. He was very interested. I said I might book her for M/s night, he thought it was a good idea.

He enquired about my first week back at work. He said he was sorry he was not there for me, to support me. I said it was ok, maybe it was even better that he was not here. That way I was able to concentrate on myself. We stayed for another drink, I fancied a beer and Ben had a small cider. He got all giggly. Oh, one thing that really upset the people sitting next to us, that I had noticed Ben's hair was overdue for a hair cut. We had let it grow a bit for his mothers visit. I told, no ordered him to get it sorted on Monday. He replied “Yes, Master”. We got a really stern look from the mother. For goodness sake, your children were not even paying attention! It could have been a joke between us!

We were both wearing leather trousers. So what?! Yes, I know, I have a problem with it. I should embrace it more! Now that I am going back to work, I am in a conflict. I will have new colleagues at the University. How much do I disclose? I guess I have to wait and see. I mean, as well, no one goes around and says: Hi, I'm .. and I am a hetero! So why is it expected of us to kind of “announce” it.

When we got home Ben wanted to unpack his bag. Yes, he had left it until then!! He said he had washed most at the farm as it was really dirty and smelled of animals. He had enjoyed helping out, and being with Dog. He wanted to have an early night as he had been up during the night help a cow have her first calf. He said he really likes cows, they are special animals. I suddenly remembered we should phone Trude, to say he had arrived safely and to thank her. So we did, we did not talk much, it was late. He went and got ready and then came to say goodnight. He embraced me and thanked me for making the last week possible. And he thanked me for his life in Stockholm, with me. He was very happy. I sat for a while just enjoying that. We are very lucky. Considering how we got together. It still amazes me, and makes me so happy.