I stood nervously waiting for Him to say something about my hair. Earlier in the day, on a whim, I ran into the hair salon for a quick trim. I had just colored my hair, noticed how unhealthy the ends looked, and happened to have a minute while out running some errands. It wasn't until I got home, that the panic set in.
How could I have forgotten to ask permission?
Hoping to minimize the damage, I called Him at work, admitted that I had probably just screwed up, and tried to explain that it had only been a slight trim to get the dead ends off, not a drastic change in length or style.
He would decide for Himself once He got home.
As it turned out, He didn't even notice until I reminded Him. He said it was fine, hardly a noticeable change as He disappeared upstairs to the office. Whew!
Even though I have been sick and we have been far from strict protocol, that's no excuse for forgetting such a simple rule so I appreciate His leniency this time, but it was a good reminder in how easy it can be to lose focus on the little things.
Later in the evening, He was still in the office becoming more and more frustrated with all the work He had to do, I suggested that maybe He call it a night and offered to relieve His stress. Thankfully, after over a week and half of being sent to bed to get my rest, He stood up and commented that it was a good idea.
He thought it best that I still not over-exert myself but did allow me to spend some time worshipping His cock. Oh, how I had missed everything about that.
The feel of Him growing hard beneath the touch of my lips.
The slight moan that escapes His lips when I run my tongue over the sweetest of spots.
The satisfaction in knowing that I was finally able to bring Him pleasure in the way the He likes it most.
Honestly, I can't remember the last time I've gone that long without Him using and filling my mouth.
It was nice for all to become right with the world again.