Well, it is fair to say that the weekend hotel break that Owner organised for my birthday didn't quite go as planned, it didn't actually go at all.
On Friday, as i eagerly awaited Owners return from a two day work event, i packed my side of the suitcase for our little 'excursion'. i had made sure to pack the new pink dress and heels She had bought for me together with a selection of Her favourite toys and implements. i even packed the new electric torture device She bought as i am determined to learn to get better at withstanding it and advance beyond the lowest possible power setting.
At about 5.30pm Owner messaged to say She was on the train to our local station, my cue to head down to greet Her and carry Her bags back home. When i was walking to the railway station i felt very cold but just put that down to perhaps not having dressed appropriately for the weather (who would have guessed) and thought nothing more of it.
After greeting Owner and returning back with Her it was clear She was tired and in need of some tlc. i prepared a 'comfort' meal i haven't cooked for years and sat down to eat it with Her. By then, however, i realised i didn't feel quite right. Unusually for us we were both in bed by 8pm and i was shivering from head to toe.
After a restless night i woke up sweaty and with a thumping headache and a temperature well north of 38 Celsius. i felt rubbish. We quickly realised that the planned overnight at the hotel would not be happening as i lay in bed (essentially where i have remained since) doing my best dying swan routine.
Owner swung straight into being my loving nurse. Whenever i am unwell She takes wonderful care of me. Instructed to do nothing and admonished if i wandered from the bed for any reason other than to go to the toilet She kept me fed, hydrated, plied with paracetamol and entertained whilst regularly checking my temperature using Her official and unofficial techniques. The former involves a thermometer under my tongue whilst the latter involves Her placing Her hand on my bum. Her theory is if it my butt is cold to the touch then i am well, if it is not then i am ill. i am advised it has been very warm.
Perhaps strangely but when i am not feeling well the only thing i like doing as i lie in bed with the duvet pulled up over my head (another tell-tale sign that i am ill) is to listen to air traffic control at New Yorks JFK airport. Now i bet not many expected to read that but i am a bit of an aviation geek and have a father who was a commercial aviation pilot. Many was the time in my teens when i would listen to him coming back from work on my little airband radio. As for why JFK? Well it's busy, there is often something interesting going on and i love the accents of the air traffic controllers as they instruct the pilots.
It is funny but me writing about how I enjoy listening to Kennedy Tower on 119.10 or 123.90 somehow feels more deviant than half the stuff I write on here!
But back to Owner. She has been, as She always is, a Saint looking after me. She is always there for me as i try to be for Her. i write a lot about our life together, Her domination of me and my submission to Her. At heart, however, we are just a couple in love who care for each other deeply. She is my best friend and i am Hers. That is what makes our relationship work. Peel everything else away and what you have left are two people who love and care for each other. i will always be forever grateful to have met and shared my life with a person like Her.
So my life as Owners submissive housewife is temporarily on hold until i am back on my feet. However, normal service will hopefully return soon. For now though i am firmly under Owners care.