The party last night was ok.
The after I own the apology for. I wrote the other day about the doubts and I let them get out of control last night. The only thing I can say is I did not do what would have been the norm, let them fester and grow. Instead I asked Sir right away.
I was wrong in my assumption and I know that. He saw first hand how hard it is for me to admit that, but when I put my pride aside and accepted that he is not them, I was able to crawl onto his lap and tell him that I was sorry. I’ll write about the party and all that stuff another time, but I need to wake him.
Slave Stories for My Sir 