I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and yucky (no idea why) so I’m sitting here with a cup of tea and some toast with vegemite in the hopes that it will settle my stomach. For my non-Aussie readers, vegemite (that fermented salty yeast extract) is a great little hangover and upset stomach cure that I list right up there in effectiveness with releases.
I’ve had a quiet few days, spending time with friends and quality time with Master and my sleep patterns have returned to their former midnight- nine am selves. I have to say that there is nothing better than waking up naturally when your body is ready than to the dulcet tones of an alarm clock. I’m enjoying the break from a hard year of study.
I watched Mission Impossible III last night from inside my cage. Halfway-through master announced who was the real evil guy and what was going to happen in the plot and then left the room in search of better entertainment. How he can call black and white cowboy movies entertainment and Tom Cruise struggling against handcuffs not is beyond me, but I was in the cage and he was holding the key to the door, so I thought better of eloquently expressing my views.
When the movie was finished, he told me to ‘ask nicely’ to be let out or he’d leave me there for the night. I’m not sure that, “Pretty please sweetie pumpkin Master with sugar on top can I have out?” was what he had in mind when he said that, but I scored highly on the amusing slave girlie scale so was promptly let out.
Master had scored 75 caning points from some red-hot car spotting on our Sunday afternoon drive so I offered him a piece of my booty as soon as we got home. He had other ideas though, because the 49 photos he’d taken over lunch that were sitting on his camera, were whispering softly and tantalizingly in his ear to be downloaded onto his hard drive and to be catalogued along with the other 2000-odd images of me,
“Maybe later bitch.”
So I settled down to play some WoW and it was much later when I got an honourary “One stroke in lieu of seventy five”. I was bored and wanted to be played with so I foolishly asked what had happened to the other seventy four. I then found out what had happened to them when crop met ass and I made another mental note to myself to shut the fuck up.
All up it was a nice weekend, but the bondage slut in me needs to be satiated some more so that may require a nice little Monday afternoon release session.