Written on Tuesday 20th May

Okay… so the slave took back his statement about not being happy about me reading his mail. I knew he had nothing to hide anyway; it was just a matter of principle. But, of course, a slave can have no such rights.

He does trust me completely. I think that what swung it for him was the knowledge that I didn’t give a damn about him reading my mail. Maybe that sounds odd coming from a ‘Mistress’, but it’s the truth. To be frank, if I’m not happy about my future husband seeing my mail, I mean dammit, I wouldn’t be even considering marrying them! It’s a trust issue, simple as that. The way I see it, husband and wife should have no secrets (apart from birthday presents and the like!); they should be a team, should work ‘as one’.

Also, after a bit of thinking, I came to the conclusion that there’s absolutely no point in saying something if you’re not prepared to back it up with action. If I was to say, “I don’t mind you reading my emails”, but then throw a fit if whoever-it-was asked to see them, my words would be valueless! Similarly with snail mail or anything else on a principle like that.

Anyway, the slave now feels that things are more ‘equal’. I never intend anything to be ‘unequal’ in relationship terms… I don’t perceive owner and slave as being unequal, just different. Like male and female; different but equal – the principle is the same.

So I still feel he can sign the contract and receive my permanent cuffs.

We did the office move on Saturday, and crikey was it hard work! We both felt really physically tired afterwards and I think he is still feeling the effects. (I still feel tired, but my limbs aren’t aching any more.) We also got my/our new bed in place, with new mattress, covers and all. It’s great – I love it.

I’m in a play this week and have rehearsals every evening with the run starting on Wednesday and going through to Saturday night, so not getting a great deal of spare time. Guineapig was meant to be coming over after his meeting today, and I was hoping to get in a bit of ‘play’ before our contract-signing ceremony-thingie (no detailed planning done!), but it’s already half past three in the afternoon and he hasn’t left yet (it takes him about 1 – 1 ½ hours to get here). In a way that’s kind of lucky for me as I hadn’t planned out much play-wise (well, just started today to think about it, actually – involving rubber and chains and hood and gag and ear plugs and straitjacket…) but I’m also slightly disappointed, as we haven’t ‘played’ as such for ages, and it’s the one-year anniversary of our meeting today.

I’m sure we’ll get the chance to do something, anyway, and I’ve taken tomorrow off work – Guineapig will be in the office, but I can take the opportunity to work on my wedding dress surface pattern as well as various ‘other work’ stuffs. He was going to take the day off for some intensive incarceration, but his great-uncle passed away recently and the funeral is likely to be on Friday, and he can’t afford to take two days off work in a row. But I’ve decided I want the leisure time anyway, and it’ll be nice to spend his birthday with him even though we will both be working. Maybe I can distract him by chasing him around the office with my belt, or something…!

The office is lovely. It has one glass side, though – only ideal for play if you’re doing something exhibitionist and/or humiliating!