Or so Master proclaimed it to be. To everyone else it’s probably the Year of the Tiger, but because Master has said it’s the Year of the Boot, in this house so it shall be.
I would imagine that this means that many new pairs of boots need to be purchased and many hours spent parading them around.
Unfortunately, this year is also the year I turn 33 (in exactly two weeks, I might add). According to Japanese beliefs, this year is my Ooyakudoshi 大厄年 or the year in my life when some serious bad shit will happen. For women it’s the ages of 19, 33 and 37 that you have to be careful of with 33 being the worst. For men, it’s 25, 42, 61, with 42 being the worst. I’m not sure whether I believe in the teachings of some Chinese dude from the fifth century who designated the yakudoshi, but just for good measure, when I’m in Japan I’m going to get my negative energies removed at a temple that deals in this kind of stuff….just to cover all bases. I mean if this year is supposed to be worse than last year, god help me…
We didn’t do anything for New Year’s Eve – no parties, no beatings, no nothing. I did spend about 3hrs in my cage and was summarily mind-fucked when he suddenly turned the lights off and went into his bedroom like he was going to sleep and intending to leave me there all night, but he came back and undid the cage door with a sly smile.
I think I was watching Sex and the City on my ipod in bed when the year changed. Our neighbours were having another one of their thumping-loud parties and I had retreated to my bedroom with earphones in to try and drown out the noise. I’d dozed in and out of sleep for the three hours I was in my cage, so I wasn’t really tired, and somewhere between Carrie confessing that she’d slept with her married ex boyfriend and Charlotte marrying a man with erectile dysfunction, it chimed midnight and a new year began.
Being that it’s a new year and all, like the rest of population I’m jumping back on the diet wagon from today. I’m back to my 1200cal a day and I’m sure I’ll be battling sugar withdrawals for the next week or so. Yay!
Oh carbohydrates, how I love thee!
I’d been in a bit of a down-ward spiral binge-wise since losing the poodle pup and knew that when the new year started, I’d have to do something serious about it before things got totally out of hand. I’m realising that I’m probably always going to have binge cycles and that the most important thing is to reign myself in before my weight gets totally out of hand. Self-mastery and all that stuff, you know.
In preparation for going back on the wagon, I spent the last couple of days like a man on death row eating his last meals. I keep trying to remind myself that I can still eat things even while on a diet, but a part of my brain screams at me to ‘Stock up baby, because you’re never going to be tasting this stuff again!’ It’s quite funny in a unhealthy-relationship-with-food way.
I’ve also started day one of the New Slave project. I’m trying to be more attentive and more obedient and I think Master is having a bit of fun with it. He called me in to him last night to lick his chin where he had dribbled some food down it. Normally I would of told him to fuck off wipe it himself, but I was a good slave and did what I was told.
“See, how much nicer it is when you’re obedient?” he asked.
I had a few choice replies to his question, but being the new improved with 40% more fibre! slave that I am, I held my tongue.
Me thinks it’s going to be an interesting year.