My twat is Not a lie detector!

People said this year would be better. Honestly I think the claims were made in an effort to keep themselves from jumping off a bridge lol. Anyways, case in point, Alpha dislocated His shoulder again and the kiddos are still sick (on the bright side, the screamer is suffering from a temporary loss of his voice).
This is a state of affairs that makes everyone cranky. I, while not as predatory as some (ahem), have a tendency to let my submissiveness slip a bit, and Alpha goes in the direction of no tolerance from His position of power--stuck on the couch and unable to lift His arm above His head. Needless to say, it's been a less than cheery week which is what led to the Tequila. Well, that and an overabundance of lemons bought for pie which hasn't been made yet due to the fact we still need to wrestle around, and hook up, a fairly large propane tank. I'm not much of a drinker. In fact, the bottle only ever comes out in times of "the shit hath hit the fan," or celebration. So it's no wonder that it takes very little to make me tipsy. By the time we were done watching two very strange movies, I had a headache and just wanted to sleep.
The thing is, Alpha's wired all wrong--unlike me, who despises and kind of physical activity while in pain or deeply distracted, He seems to think that sex makes everything better. We were...a bit out of sync. I couldn't go down and He really doesn't like that. Then He started slapping me. Which is not only unfair, it's just plain mean. Unfortunately, it does seem to do the trick. I start sliding down into the mindset He wants me in and my body betrays me every time. He calls my twat a lie detector. Of all the sexy or dirty things He could choose, He has settled on that title. I mean really? My twat is not a lie detector tyvm. It is a traitor!
Anyways, while sex with a newly set shoulder is always lacking in foreplay, it does have one odd little twist in an area I have been thinking about quite a bit--holding myself still and taking whatever He wants to dish out. I know that if He has to move me or make certain movements He's going to be in extreme pain (His pain's a downer, my pain's an upper. Go figure lol), or the shoulder is going to come out again. While bondage is great, there's something to be said for the simple act of having to make yourself be still and take whatever's coming. In the end I had an incredible (and silent) orgasm...just as I heard the little guy wake up coughing like he belonged in the bronchitis ward and proclaiming that he couldn't talk.
So I slept in the sick ward and Alpha slept in the bed--otherwise known as the injury ward.
We're ready to take over the world now lol.