We don't fight .... ever

Greeting my Dear Friends,

It has been quite a while since we were last together .... and I sincerely apologize for the delay.  (I always feel uneasy about apologizing for not writing because on some level it just sounds so arrogant, as if my words and this blog are just so beloved, so important, that I am somehow depriving people of sustenance or something, instead of being just some random bloke, trying to get by.)  We are very private people, but I will tell you that the bulk of my absence was/is due to a beloved family member in the hospital since roughly Thanksgiving.  This person is not completely out of the woods yet, but there is signs that recovery is likely.  2 and a half months later ............ time to reintroduce myself to my family, friends, co-workers, and my beloved blog-world friends.  I've missed seeing you and "talking" with you.

We don't fight .... ever .......

Yet there are times when the planets align .... and we argue.  It's very rare but it does happen, and when it happens ... I somehow forget my vow of submission.  I somehow feel like its ok to raise my voice, to become frustrated and lash out verbally. I somehow feel entitled to "get out of my lane" and actually argue with Mistress K..  and I don't know why.

What do I mean "when the planets line align"?  It doesn't take much misalignment of those planets to get them in the right order that will allow an argument ensue, but it sometimes happens.

How did it end?   The way it always ends ..... with Mistress K. finally having enough, puts her foot down, points to the floor and says "you'd better kneel there now, tell me you are sorry in a way that convinces me you are, and beg me for forgiveness.  Well, I embellished a little when I added the "beg for forgiveness" part, but once things reach the point where Mistress K. says those words, with that tone .... begging for forgiveness is exactly what happens the second I acquiesce and kneel before her.
Then what happens?  Well ... it's over.  Well, mostly over.  What's over is the disagreeing, the shouting, the outburst that demonstrate the lack of respect that a true Mistress Wife should not have to endure.  What's beginning?   The making up, the regret for my behavior, the comfort is knowing that Mistress K. and I have tested another boundary aspect of our beautiful but otherwise unnatural relationship.  I've always been alpha and in control, Mistress K. has always been the opposite.  Again .... planets aligning.  Also beginning  ...  the penalty phase.  The punishment(s).  How this plays out is not as clear as some of the other aspects of our love.

I know that Mistress K. was angry with me .... really angry.  I also know that when Mistress K. is angry, especially really angry, she will not even consider picking up the paddle.  She has never verbalized it, but she will not punish physically when she is angry.  Instead, Mistress K. let me in on how much trouble I may be in by saying  "you need to put on your cage".  I don't know what if anything Mistress K. will do in the form of punishment for my behavior.  I DO know that shit is serious ... because Mistress K. will only impose the "put on the cage" punishment when she is seriously unhappy with me.  I suspect that a rather blistering spanking is in my near future, especially since we were both just commenting yesterday how I haven't received a spanking in some time, and how risky it can be for too much time to pass between punishment or maintenance spankings.

For now, I will wear the chastity cage of shame. It will pinch and hurt.  It will ache when I get an erection.  It will mean it take forever to urinate because I have to sit down and then painstakingly clean up afterward.  And ... It means that I have really fucked up and it's almost certain that some other, significant form of punishment is in store for me.