Friday, March 05, 2004

Choking on the Leash 

Lately J has given me lots of room because of Jenny's new baby. i've had to be there for her a lot, and he has been supportive of that. The only thing is now my leash has gotten so long I've started to choke myself with it. Today is his 33rd birthday, so I made him a nice dinner last night. i love to make fancy dinners it makes me feel like Betty Crocker. He enjoyed it. i also bought him Matchstick Men. He liked it too. i don't know what's wrong with me lately. i can't cum. J is getting really aggravated with me, and says that he will be tightening the leash up very soon, reminding me of how things work around here. Usually when he says this kind of stuff it terrifies me... but not now. i'm actually looking forward to being back at his feet, the security that comes with being on the short leash.

angel sighed at 3/05/2004 09:36:00 PM

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Thursday, March 04, 2004

Aww, a Baby 

My youngest niece Jenny had her baby! She is doing fine, although she had to have a c-section. Her baby is beautiful and alert. i'm spending a lot of time at the hospital, and that's why this is a super short entry... i'll update ya on everything as soon as things calm down a bit. P.S. How did i get to be a great aunt at only 27?!?

angel sighed at 3/04/2004 09:36:00 PM

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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

On the Floor 

In the interest of remedial training i ate all my meals out of a bowl on the floor yesterday. Yuck. i will give it to him, it definitely kept me very subbed out all day, on the other hand stroganoff does not taste as good when it is going up your nose. But, i suppose he is getting his point across because i am definitely spending most of my time in eager little slave girl mode. J is also gearing up in his search for our third. This is something he has been doing in a lazy manner for some time now. He is now getting serious about it, which i am actually rather happy about. i look forward to the day when we have another subbie around. i would love to have a close connection, for purely selfish reasons in addition to wanting to see him happy with his subbie. Although we have had some play connections in the past, we have never really had what he is looking for. Frankly, i have no idea how to find it, but have high hopes that he will eventually be successful. On the kid front, the Brad is doing much better, and will go back to school tomorrow, YAY. We had his quarterly meeting with his case manager yesterday and J told them that he would now be their contact person. i am so grateful. i did not handle those people well at all. J felt bad yesterday and was a grouch all day, so i'm really hoping he will feel better today and not be so difficult to please. Wish me luck.

angel sighed at 3/02/2004 09:35:00 PM

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Monday, March 01, 2004

Remediation 

Yesterday J decided that i have been way too wild lately and that i need remedial training. So we are reviewing our goals and ground rules, and i becoming very well acquainted with that bastard paddle. But, i am getting to spend more time with J, which is great. The Brad got sick. At about 2 J's mom called us to say that he was running a fever and throwing up. Since she is well known as a hypochondriac who always thinks the Brad is sick, i didn't get too worried until we went up there. Sure enough he was sick, and running a medium fever. Poor little guy. We brought him home and gave him some fever reducer and i gave him a bath. He is better, but we are still keeping him home today, so no privacy for us. J got up early and spanked me pretty good with the paddle this morning, but was rather disappointed to see that my ass was only bright pink and not red. Then he had me kissing his feet while he paddled me some more, taking my breath a couple of times. And, he finished that mini scene up with smacking me in the face until i nearly cried. He lamented that he couldn't fuck me (i hate having my rag!) and then sent me off to make breakfast. Which is now almost ready so i am out of here.

angel sighed at 3/01/2004 09:35:00 PM

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