On the fourth day of releases, the tools I used on me:
Four snazzy snap locks,
Three clanging chains,
Two biting binder clips,
One lethal leather collar,
One pinching pair of handcuffs,
One bulbous ball gag,
One binding blindfold,
And a bedhead ebay-ed for a nice fee.
God, I used more brain power finding words for my alliteration of xmas than I have used for ages… *sits down with a cool drink and fans the steam rising from her head. At least my cunt is all happy and smiling post release, but now I have a craving for mangoes!
All is quiet here on the home front. I’ve spent the past couple of days being Master’s travel agent bitch for our up-coming (i.e. leaving tomorrow) trip to Rockhampton/Brisbane. I’ve checked dozens of hotels on a plethora of websites, reading reviews and comparing prices, all while thinking about our frugal budget. Master was highly amused by my ‘indecision’ during the process and finally suggested that I give him a short list in order for him to ‘make a decision’. I don’t think he understands the pressure that that sort of task puts me under. What if I choose a hotel and it’s crap? What if I spend a little bit more money in the hopes of a better hotel, only to find out that it’s still crap? The potential for crapness is just too much for this slavegirlie to cope with. Better that he chooses and if it’s crap, then I can blame the ‘domly one’ …lol.
There’s been a flurry of emails sent between the company flying us there and Master, detailing all sorts of things from the ‘town tour’ we’ve been booked on, to the clothing requirements for both of us for the site visit. Apparently going to a power station requires long pants and a long-sleeved shirt – preferably in 100% cotton. So my dear readers, we all know what this means, don’t we? I’ve been given a reprieve from “Rocky Slut 2007” and can wear ‘normal clothes’ instead of slut wear, as leather, latex and boob tubes unfortunately don’t seem to qualify as ‘safety gear’. Master even sees a job interview as an opportunity to dress me in slut wear, so he was disappointed. Awwww…..
Contrary to what Master wrote in his blog about me requiring several days and music to pack, I really only need my packing ritual when there are emotional factors involved i.e. am I going home? am I going to Master’s parents’ place? Being that we’re only going away for a couple of days and I don’t have anyone to impress, I haven’t started yet, but I’ll have plenty of time tomorrow.
Master mentioned that he’d be taking his crop and some other things. I guess that is to be expected as we’ll have three nights in hotels and that presents all sorts of opportunities for ‘hotel play’. The good thing about hotel play is that you can always put the security chain across the door, preventing any inquisitive cleaning ladies or reception desk staff from entering. This differs from ‘parent’s house play’ which ofttimes requires a commando roll off the bed when said parents return earlier than expected from an outing.
So I’ll be away for a few days enjoying the rainy/overcast skies (according to the weather forecast) of Brisbane with Master. I’ll be back sometime next week. If I don’t return, someone might need to come and release me from my hotel balcony bondage. *makes mental note to stop giving Master ideas…