…but that’s how our fluff pup likes to sleep in the hallway outside my slavecell bedroom door. Then again, I can’t really talk, I lodge a pillow between my thighs, have my upper body face down on the bed, put one arm under my head pillow, put the other arm Cleopatra-like under my neck, all the while trying not to get a dead shoulder from lying on my chain.
That’s the only way I can get comfortable with my pussy and maybe that’s the only way he feels comfortable in his old age. The poodle is, after all, a ripe old man of 84yrs. But he’s still uber cute – although it would dramatically reduce my loads of washing if he refrained from wiping his dog snot all over my black skirts whenever I walk in the door. He only does that to me and apparently by rubbing his scent all over me, he is reasserting his higher place in the pack order.
Our pack order is: Master, poodle, slave bitch. Even though I’m the one who gives him food and water, I’m only worthy of having dog snot wiped all over me. It’s funny when I’m in the cage or lying on the floor, the poodle will come over and have a good sniff or stand over me with a slightly amused look in his eyes. He ain’t stupid, he knows who is the alpha dog.
In other news, it’s been exactly a month since I started keeping an online food diary over at calorieking.com.au (the US version calorieking.com is not free…) If you haven’t tried it and are interested in losing weight, it’s a great free site that allows you to record your daily food & fluid intake as well as record your exercise and steps you’ve walked. You also weigh in every week and record your measurements and if you don’t check-in for a while, you get a ‘nice’ email reminder.
Instead of opting for having my boss as my ‘scary personal trainer’ I went with the low-impact online version and although it still requires will-power, it’s a high-tech version of the old ‘food journal’ which is generally a true and tested method of losing weight. But more importantly, it generates cool little graphs which I get a kick out of 🙂
Wanting to be one of those uber thin, flexible sluts for our masters seems to be on the top of every slavegirl’s wishlist. I ain’t ever going to be one of those, but I’d like to be a healthier, fitter me and stay that way. Staying that way seems to be the thing that I can’t ever do, but maybe this time, maybe…maybe…maybe.