A nice extended weekend due to the bank holiday on Monday! My slave came over to my place on the Friday night, meeting me out of theatre and walking me home. Sat on a bench outside and ate lousy chips and kebab meat, which somehow managed to feel good even though they were, well, lousy chips. Ahh, the simple joys in life!
We got up late on Saturday and meandered over to my home town for wedding ‘instruction’ and to put some flowers on my Dad’s grave. We also visited my mother, and went on a drive out to the wedding reception venue to check out some local B&Bs for the best man. It is out in the countryside and very pleasant, and the weather was good; more simple joys were had by all.
On the Sunday we visited my grandparents’ grave (in the city where I live) as well as getting up late AGAIN (a recurring theme at the moment, as we seem to be tired out most of the time, for various reasons!). Again it was a very domesticated sort of day, enlivened by Guineapig’s invented chicken korma. He enjoys cooking and is very good at it (I can cook alright, but I don’t have the flair for it that he does). It was a kind of joint effort in that I was involved, so to speak, but most of the brainwork was done by him – I can only successfully improvise when I’ve gone through the recipe at least once! It was unusual to say the least, but delicious. Food of the gods.
On bank holiday Monday we visited one of my aunts that Guineapig had previously only met for long enough to say “Hello” to (quite literally). She lives in the country as well, so we took the opportunity to take a walk in some woods. No play as there were people around, but great view from the top of the hill.
That evening I finally got the opportunity to give him the nine cane-strokes that were due to him for using the first person three times in a text message earlier in the week. Mmmm…
On Tuesday I was back at work, and Guineapig worked from my house now that I have wireless connectivity rather than take the drive into his office. We met up at lunch time for a picnic on the green, which was lovely. The bluebells and narcissi were out, the sun was shining – a perfect spring day, so rare in England but so characteristic, somehow, when it does happen. At the end of the day it was so nice to come home to the slave (in ankle irons, as I had ordered before leaving work) and help/watch him prepare dinner, before packing our bags and catching the London train.
I had a work meeting in London yesterday, so I thought I might as well travel there the night before, and the hotel room was paid for by work (they always get a double room regardless of whether there is only one person staying!). In fact, the hotel (Novotel) upgraded us to an executive room for no extra charge. It was high up with a great view over the city! Breakfast was included, too, and very nice it was. We both enjoy our breakfast!
Guineapig had taken advantage of the situation to fix up some work meetings of his own, so we both had a productive day. The weather was great again, though, and it was a pain to be stuck in a stuffy meeting room! However, we met up at around 3.30 and went to Fettered Pleasures and Honour, just to window shop/investigate, really, but I got him a pair of rubber shorts from Honour for only £30. I was well chuffed and am looking forward to having him wearing them in the office on hot days! Incidentally, today I also spotted a ‘novelty’ badge bearing the legend ‘Office Slut’ so I just had to get it for him!
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Friday, 2 May 2008
I'm not the only one who is tired!
Guineapig didn't get up until about half past ten today! (None of that when he's living with me! *shock - horror*) I was up at 7 as usual for work... *martyred expression*
Today I drew up the full set of rules, which I will give him along with his contract on the anniversary of the day that we met. Yesterday I also ordered a set of eternity ankle cuffs for his birthday, but the people who run the store are on holiday until the 7th May so I don't expect them to arrive until after that (luckily I ordered well in advance). I'm slightly doubtful about the sizing, because his ankle circumference is exactly 9'' so I had to order the next size up which is 10 3/8'', which seems like it might be a bit on the big side - but we will see. 9'' is definitely too small so it's not like I had any other choice.
Today I drew up the full set of rules, which I will give him along with his contract on the anniversary of the day that we met. Yesterday I also ordered a set of eternity ankle cuffs for his birthday, but the people who run the store are on holiday until the 7th May so I don't expect them to arrive until after that (luckily I ordered well in advance). I'm slightly doubtful about the sizing, because his ankle circumference is exactly 9'' so I had to order the next size up which is 10 3/8'', which seems like it might be a bit on the big side - but we will see. 9'' is definitely too small so it's not like I had any other choice.
Thursday, 1 May 2008
Tired
Gosh, I'm tired. Up at 6. Twas good to see the slave, though.
He even went out shopping after lunch to see if he could get a present for me, bless him - however, the rubber items we've both got our eyes on were rather too expensive. One day we will get them! (Although my 'wanted list' is very long...)
Boring day at work. Got rehearsal this evening, though. I'm in a play at the end of May, with a very tiny and unimportant but amusing role. The play is a 'comedy horror', and half way through there is a bizarre and quite complex chase sequence. I appear briefly twice in this sequence as a random character in a colourful bikini and high heels who runs onto the stage, screams and runs off again.
I get to wear a blonde wig! Haha. ;-)
I hardly have to do anything, but because the chase sequence is so carefully timed, everyone is relying on everyone else, so I have to turn up at every alternate rehearsal to enable it to be sorted out properly.
He even went out shopping after lunch to see if he could get a present for me, bless him - however, the rubber items we've both got our eyes on were rather too expensive. One day we will get them! (Although my 'wanted list' is very long...)
Boring day at work. Got rehearsal this evening, though. I'm in a play at the end of May, with a very tiny and unimportant but amusing role. The play is a 'comedy horror', and half way through there is a bizarre and quite complex chase sequence. I appear briefly twice in this sequence as a random character in a colourful bikini and high heels who runs onto the stage, screams and runs off again.
I get to wear a blonde wig! Haha. ;-)
I hardly have to do anything, but because the chase sequence is so carefully timed, everyone is relying on everyone else, so I have to turn up at every alternate rehearsal to enable it to be sorted out properly.
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
... and miles to go before I sleep.
I don't know why, but I've been getting unduly irritated by the amount of publicity around the Leibowitz photo of Miley Cyrus. She's 15, for crying out loud. That's the age of a young woman, not a child. I'm all for protecting young people, but the photo isn't revealing and is actually quite tasteful.
Still - moving swiftly on... (I'd never even heard of Miley Cyrus until yesterday, but that probably says more about me than about the TV show...)
Had another bad night - not as bad as the previous two, but *weird* dreams. Seriously.
Spent some time today working on a contract for the slave. I'd like to give it to him for his birthday, properly printed on some nice card. I know he'd love to have a contract - we talked about it right from the beginning - and he is ready for it now. I sense that the time is right, finally.
I'm also working on a set of 'General Orders' - a set of rules, which I can change at any time, or which can be changed subject to circumstances or respectful negotiation (always at my discretion, of course). I've cunningly included a clause in the contract binding the slave to obey these rules. *grin*
I'll be seeing him tonight - our usual routine is that he comes to my house on a Friday night and leaves on a Sunday night, and I travel to his office on a Wednesday evening, stay with him overnight and go straight back to work on Thursday morning. That can be subject to change, though - some weekends I go stay with him until Monday morning if we have something to do over in his neck of the woods. Getting up at 6 a.m. on Thursday mornings is a pain in the ass - to think I got up at 6 every day throughout my teenage years to go to secondary school!
Still - moving swiftly on... (I'd never even heard of Miley Cyrus until yesterday, but that probably says more about me than about the TV show...)
Had another bad night - not as bad as the previous two, but *weird* dreams. Seriously.
Spent some time today working on a contract for the slave. I'd like to give it to him for his birthday, properly printed on some nice card. I know he'd love to have a contract - we talked about it right from the beginning - and he is ready for it now. I sense that the time is right, finally.
I'm also working on a set of 'General Orders' - a set of rules, which I can change at any time, or which can be changed subject to circumstances or respectful negotiation (always at my discretion, of course). I've cunningly included a clause in the contract binding the slave to obey these rules. *grin*
I'll be seeing him tonight - our usual routine is that he comes to my house on a Friday night and leaves on a Sunday night, and I travel to his office on a Wednesday evening, stay with him overnight and go straight back to work on Thursday morning. That can be subject to change, though - some weekends I go stay with him until Monday morning if we have something to do over in his neck of the woods. Getting up at 6 a.m. on Thursday mornings is a pain in the ass - to think I got up at 6 every day throughout my teenage years to go to secondary school!
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
First entry
I’ve decided to start this journal because there seem to be many ‘slave journals’ around, but very few owner or Mistress/Master journals. It’s quite common for a slave to be ordered to keep a journal, to enable their owner to arrive at a better understanding of them. I wanted to show the other side of the coin.
Also, writing things down is a good way of distilling thoughts and bringing a rational perspective to your life. Although I have ‘kink-aware’ friends that I trust, I don’t like to talk about my private thoughts and feelings to others, not least because they involve my slave, for whom I am responsible. He gave up all rights to any privacy when he became my slave, so it is my responsibility to safeguard that privacy as I see fit. Therefore, the anonymity of this journal allows Mistress to vent while still protecting her property! :-)
Throughout this journal I will use the phrase ‘M-type’ when referring to a Master or Mistress, rather than the more longwinded and awkward ‘Mistress/Master’.
Had a really bad night last night – couldn’t seem to sleep, and I don’t know why! I kept waking up with my ear squashed painfully against my pillow – weird! Guineapig had a restless night too, sitting up for hours doing brain puzzles and hardly getting any sleep. Sometimes he sleeps well, and at other times his brain tends to race and he just can’t settle.
We don’t live with each other yet – we are in the process of a gradual relocation, which will arrive at a milestone in a few weeks time when we move the office to my city. Guineapig owned his own business before we met; although technically all his property is now my property, I still delegate most of the running of the business to him, as he has the specialist knowledge. However, right from the start of our relationship he has always asked me about work-related strategies and decisions, and I take an active role in the business. This is what he does half-time; the other half of the time he works for another company. Being very independent by nature, he absolutely hates ‘working for a boss’. Not as odd as it sounds – many people (in fact I’m even prepared to hazard a guess and say the majority) who are ‘submissive’ in the D/s sense will only submit to one person.
His relocation will finally conclude in the middle of July. These arrangements suit me well, as it allows us to make the transition in a gradual way. I already have 24/7 ownership of him, a great deal of daily contact, and do not hesitate to make full use of him; nevertheless, living together will shift the dynamic. We both hope for a stricter framework in the not-too-distant future, but guineapig has a tendency to bite off more than he can chew, reminding me sometimes of a dog pulling hard at the leash! Myself, I’ve no liking for ‘rules’ for their own sake, but only when they help to achieve something, whether that be a concrete accomplishment or simply getting the slave into the desired headspace.
He’s also got a dodgy stomach at the moment, which he’s had for quite a while – a matter of months. This bothers me, as I want my property to be in good condition, and evidently something is wrong. He has made an appointment to be checked out, though, so all I can do is keep my fingers crossed at the moment.
Boy am I tired! Had quite a few bad nights recently and they’re catching up with me. =_=
Also, writing things down is a good way of distilling thoughts and bringing a rational perspective to your life. Although I have ‘kink-aware’ friends that I trust, I don’t like to talk about my private thoughts and feelings to others, not least because they involve my slave, for whom I am responsible. He gave up all rights to any privacy when he became my slave, so it is my responsibility to safeguard that privacy as I see fit. Therefore, the anonymity of this journal allows Mistress to vent while still protecting her property! :-)
Throughout this journal I will use the phrase ‘M-type’ when referring to a Master or Mistress, rather than the more longwinded and awkward ‘Mistress/Master’.
Had a really bad night last night – couldn’t seem to sleep, and I don’t know why! I kept waking up with my ear squashed painfully against my pillow – weird! Guineapig had a restless night too, sitting up for hours doing brain puzzles and hardly getting any sleep. Sometimes he sleeps well, and at other times his brain tends to race and he just can’t settle.
We don’t live with each other yet – we are in the process of a gradual relocation, which will arrive at a milestone in a few weeks time when we move the office to my city. Guineapig owned his own business before we met; although technically all his property is now my property, I still delegate most of the running of the business to him, as he has the specialist knowledge. However, right from the start of our relationship he has always asked me about work-related strategies and decisions, and I take an active role in the business. This is what he does half-time; the other half of the time he works for another company. Being very independent by nature, he absolutely hates ‘working for a boss’. Not as odd as it sounds – many people (in fact I’m even prepared to hazard a guess and say the majority) who are ‘submissive’ in the D/s sense will only submit to one person.
His relocation will finally conclude in the middle of July. These arrangements suit me well, as it allows us to make the transition in a gradual way. I already have 24/7 ownership of him, a great deal of daily contact, and do not hesitate to make full use of him; nevertheless, living together will shift the dynamic. We both hope for a stricter framework in the not-too-distant future, but guineapig has a tendency to bite off more than he can chew, reminding me sometimes of a dog pulling hard at the leash! Myself, I’ve no liking for ‘rules’ for their own sake, but only when they help to achieve something, whether that be a concrete accomplishment or simply getting the slave into the desired headspace.
He’s also got a dodgy stomach at the moment, which he’s had for quite a while – a matter of months. This bothers me, as I want my property to be in good condition, and evidently something is wrong. He has made an appointment to be checked out, though, so all I can do is keep my fingers crossed at the moment.
Boy am I tired! Had quite a few bad nights recently and they’re catching up with me. =_=
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