Home again after an amazing weekend.
Liam decided Friday afternoon that I needed to get away. With him. When he announced we were taking a trip I was both excited and irritated. Excited to go away with him irritated that he has really started to turn up the entire seductive dominant thing while Richard is gone. (Another week and my Owner will be back……sigh)
Anyway so we caught an early afternoon flight to Chicago and checked into this amazing hotel that I had never heard of. The Peninsula was lovely and we had a junior suite which was perfect for the two of us. Liam is so accustomed to extravagant surroundings…I still find myself a little startled by some of what he takes for granted. Still, being a confident and versatile girl I played the part quite well. Everyone assumed I was his wife and even called me Mrs. ***** which was strange. We laughed about it and he said…soon. I ignored him and he caught my arm. “Soon…right?”
“Uh…yeah, sure.” What do you say to that. Yikes…
Anyway, so he surprised me with tickets to see Wicked. This show was wonderful. I loved the entire play or what I saw of it. I missed the beginning but Liam was able to catch me up.
I TM Richard 15 minutes before the show started to let him know where I was. I hadn’t heard from him all afternoon which ordinarily would have been odd however this weekend he was giving me space and time to devote to my boyfriend. His reply horrified me!
The entire day that I was running around Chicago he was in the hospital. He was in a pretty bad accident. Don’t worry he is fine today and is resting at his home…my poor, poor Owner. He told me all this via text message and I totally Dommed my Owner….CALL ME NOW I said as I imagined his amused smile. I knew he was in the hospital and was safe but I needed to hear it directly from him that he was alright.
I realized how high I hold him in my mind. When he told me what happened my first thought was he was somehow above getting hurt. Do I idolize him that much…he is after all only human. The very idea of him hurting…him in pain was unbearable to me. I told Liam what happened and he seemed genuinely concerned and even asked if I wanted to skip the play. Richard would have killed me if I had missed the play…after all what could I do from Chicago.
We talked for about 20 minutes before he made me hang up and go join my boyfriend in the theatre. When I joined Liam he wryly commented that he tried to get them to wait for me but they said no…lol. The rest of the night was incredible. By the time intermission came I figured Richard was resting comfortably and I was able to relax somewhat. After the play we caught a cab to a small club. We danced for a little bit but it was getting late so we took what was left of our bottle of wine and went back to our hotel.
I wore red and Liam couldn’t keep his hands off me all night. He says I look best in red. First he said white and then he said black but now he says red. Men are so fickle. Richard once told me he preferred women in black but I think he likes me to wear white.
So that was my weekend and now I am back. Back to work tomorrow. Back to school tomorrow too. I am exhausted. I need Richard to come back. This time next week I hope to be snuggled up with him.