And then Corona came

I haven’t written for some time. That was because of two things.

One, I suffered from insomnia. That’s why I even went to the doctor towards the end. And complimented my youngest out of our bed. It was just too much from the impressions during the day and the responsibility of financing this whole place. And I didn’t even know then that Corona was coming, or what it meant.

On the other hand Corona came. Every day the children at home. Landlady moved to the core hours of our work schedule. In the house at the beginning of Corona massively renovated, to have the structures for the higher density of people present. Getting up very early in the morning to tunnel the waking hours of the children. In the evening only late rest… there was not much in between.

One thing I can say: I have matured in my role as HOH. And my lady in her role as “mine”. One of mine worked like crazy in Q2 to keep existing clients and acquire new ones at the same time. My lady worked (forced, though gladly taken) at home, and caught what fell down.

We isolated ourselves. The food was brought by the delivery service (10-20 bags per week). The rest Amazon. We barely left the house. I was one of the first people to have masks. For 250Eur. 25 masks. Life went on with our set of rules. My lady got beaten every day. Was used. I got the counterparts.

Pleasure: the children came together in patchwork. While before, some of my lady’s and my children were still rejecting each other, that went away in a few weeks. Background: all child care was closed. When there were only the alternatives of being alone at home full of boredom or having the others, they learned to appreciate each other more constantly. When they were at our partners or partly alone with us, boredom broke out boundlessly. I am glad that we have a house and a landlady.

But: we were constantly exhausted. We did what you have to do. But a certain lameness had come in unnoticed.

One weekend turned the tide.

Friday: we went to the forest with friends. We had organized that. Motto: “One bullwhip length of distance is enough”. With an announcement that you wear masks. Everyone brought food. It was a picnic. Afterwards, we beat each other up. It was a great picture when my lady and a friend bullwhipped a contestant. Great photos, great videos. On the other hand, one noticed: such pictures would not have been taken in any club in the world. It worked exactly in such small environments like our forest group, which would not have existed like this before. It was cold. Everyone was wearing clothes. Even the Subbies. We noticed with pleasure that it hurts even through the clothes. And there were also traces. All in all, it was a bit of a snap, just because of the temperature. As we sat there, we saw it as a snap idea. But at the same time, everyone was happy and sent messages afterwards about how great it was and that it would have to be repeated.

Saturday / Sunday: We visited a bondage workshop. Exemplary organized. So that in case of doubt, governmental authorities came in and found out that all regulations were followed. Those who didn’t wear a mask had to keep silent. Distance was kept. On the toilet and in front of it disinfectant (one “shared” the door handle 🙂 . Existing concept with checklist. Instruction of the participants in the checklist. And so on. The course instructor had simply started mentally to look for solutions.

On the return trip on Sunday I called friends. We would now be looking for people who were looking for solutions. I partly only heard a ” say up something”. It did not matter what it was about. They all wanted to. I gave out the slogan, we wanted to have normal people in the house again. And I meant the dear S&M people. From whom we had learned that without them, our relationship would somehow diminish.

We started to organize living room parties again. With mask. With an evacuation plan in case of surprise visits by the local authorities. My lady got the permission to find a bondage partner and caught herself de facto a Subbi. We built our own messenger (matrix-based) to communicate more closely. I walked around the house partly using a headset – my less working lady and tortured her less working Subbi. Great view.

My acquisition work in Q2 bore fruit. I am simply full in Q3. I don’t know how I’m going to get the work done. And at the end of Q3 I’ll have a nice full company account – as long as I can get the work done. Which seems to work.

It’s a breathless time. You have to see how you get by. There are a lot of balls in the air and you have to keep them up. But it’s also a time that leaves room for change.

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