Last week my dear pet Downtown Amber and I were preparing a delightful night of play. For two days we sent each other wonderfully suggestive e-mails and IM’s. I had outlined in detail how she was to greet me, what she was to have prepared and her clothing (or lack thereof) choices. I had refused to see her for two day’s and we were on day four of severe cum restriction. All was set and I had my DOM ON!
I stop by my place to get some things done, check on my dog and find my dog is sick…really sick. You see in spite of my dominant persona, I’m a sucker for animals. I have a 7 year old Samoyed, fluffy white with eyes of Christmas and the permanent smile of the breed, but not this night. I loaded the dog rushed him to the nearest pet hospital and call my dear Amber who is waiting (also wearing a dog collar) letting her know that the event’s of the evening will have to be postponed. I stayed with my dog till late in the night, a case of pancreatitis. I’m happy to say that two days and $1,000.00 later my dear friend is going to be fine. However I muse at how quickly I am able turn from Dom to quivering pet lover. …So it goes.