Butterflies

I have just been off.  Like I lamented in my last post, we've been ships passing in the night.  If that wasn't enough, when we've been together in the recent past, he's been working insanely, we've had house guests, it's been busy and stressful.  So, I'm off.

I was chatting with Sir on the phone last night and said, "I'm turned off."  Not missing a beat or my meaning, which is impressive because it was a complete non sequitur in our conversation, he said, "sexually?"

So, I started to explain and he said he understood.  We completed our conversation about the rest of our day at home and his where he was.  I said good night and that I loved him and he did the same.  Then he added, "fiona, I'm going to take care of that, by the way, you and being turned off.  Don't worry."  

So this morning he's flying home.  We spoke before he left for the airport.  He asked how I slept and I did the same.  We talked about my plans for the day, then he added, "I want you to wear sexy panties today.  I'll check when I get home.  Do you understand?"

I replied very nonchalantly, "ya."

The tone of his voice dropped and he repeated his question, sounding oh so DOM.

"Do.  You.  Understand?"

My stomach immediately had butterflies.
It's the first I've felt them in a while.
They were restless.
No - they weren't restless, they were on fucking amphetamines.

They started down in my belly and flew upward.

They were so strong, I couldn't breath.  I couldn't reply.

He asked once more, with more of a sound of impatience in his voice.

He was clear.

I whispered, as that was all I could manage, "Yes, Sir."

Oh, God I love those butterflies!