The fog

He woke me up, I’d fallen asleep... waiting to start. It has been a long day. “Baby, did you forget Daddy was waiting for you?” “Sorry daddy” I murmur and follow him, to the dungeon. My mind blurry, as I struggle to make the stairs... I sit demurely, as I am supposed to, and try …

The ride

Getting ready is a ritual. Each piece of appareil is inspected for flaws and then put on. Purposefully, mindful. It reminds me of another ritual dressing. Where I change from busy, in control, executive, to Baby. As I dress, my excitement is increased. I have been looking forward to this all week. Simple pleasures. He …