Things didn't go my way, but they didn't exactly go the other way either. I was in a bad mood and little tired. I used all my energy on the kids and trying to keep my focus on things other than my brokenness. I did not feel like sex or anything related. I made that clear.
He wanted me. He made that clear.
So... We compromised.
He bent me over the bed, shoved my face into the mattress, and fucked me. (i.e., what he wanted)
Then we watched a little TV before we went to sleep. (i.e., what I wanted)
And here some of us were thinking that compromise didn't happen in D/s. ;)