Irritation and guilt

I can't believe I haven't posted here for nearly two weeks. I really need to get better at keeping up with this thing!

Things have been going well since my slave got his cuffs. Far from pulling back, he seems to be moving forward. I was afraid that, after the novelty had worn off, he would become frightened by this tightening of my grip and move deeper into slavery. But no... he has more than accepted the cuffs, he has welcomed them. Even though they have been causing him pain - the fronts press on the tendons at the front of his ankles; he can't wear them for walking long distances; the next size up is far too big - he still loves them.

He is becoming pretty good at remembering and obeying all his rules, too (probably better than I am!), and has suggested that he put forward some more rules for consideration. Before he made this suggestion I had been thinking that I might draw up a 'second tier' of rules for him, stricter than the first, but only for certain times when I choose - e.g. I might decide to impose the second tier of rules for a weekend, a week, or even just one random day - or perhaps, in the future, even longer. I shared this idea with him, and am currently drafting the second tier. It's harder than I thought it would be, but it should be ready within the next couple of days.

I've been composing music, too, on my computer. I set myself certain deadlines, which I struggled to meet because I left it until late, but I did meet them, and as I suspected, needed the deadlines to motivate myself. I'm fairly pleased with the results - some of the tracks fall below what I'd been hoping for, but practice is good.

At the weekend we did some outdoor play - something I'm keen on but had only done once before (unless you count taking a transvestite on a leash for a walk). We played once on moors and once in woods. Trees are handy for tying people to. As yet I haven't done anything more imaginative than impact play, in the open air. Still, we have our whole lives ahead of us to experiment! I wish someone would invent a disposable biodegradable strap-on...!

When we were on the moors, Guineapig was lying on his front. I put our coats on the ground, but evidently there was some gap between them, and they didn't cover his front completely, nor the fronts of his legs, because the next day he was suffering from itching, which kept him awake pretty much all of two nights running. He got some anti-histamine tablets and calamine lotion (this Monday and Tuesday were his days not with me; I will be seeing him late tonight) but they are still itching. I don't know whether it was the coarse grass or insect bites; the reaction seems rather too 'allergic' just to be surface irritation caused by the grass. I could have kicked myself for not thinking of the possibility; I feel really bad now because I feel like I've allowed something bad to happen to my beloved item of property. I was responsible for him and I feel like I've let him down.

I took part in the play, which ran for four nights - the play itself was pretty dire (only two characters were really any good), but I enjoyed my run-on, run-off bikini-clad wig-wearing part. Tonight I'm attending a reading for the next one, but I can't be in it because the run clashes with my friend's wedding.

Me and Guineapig also had a couple of days in Glasgow, which I really enjoyed - it was my first visit to that city - and a day in Manchester last weeekend - I hadn't been there for years.