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Today was a good day. A very good day.
Woke up to a good beating. Master got up before me and scrounged around in the toy room. Came back with a couple of floggers and the slapper. He warmed my back side with the flogger, and used it on the bottoms of my feet. Then he made sure everything from my shoulders to my toes were red. He used the slapper on my backside too. Turned me over and got my front side too. He made me hold my nipples so He didn't hit them and left a nice set of bruises on my right breast. That could happen every morning and i wouldn't be the least bit upset.
i made breakie and started laundry. i always feel a little guilty when i cook bacon or sausage and have the windows open. In the back of my head i think i believe the muslims know the smell of pork. i wonder if they really do? Sometimes, i turn the exhaust fan on just for spite, let them smell the good that they are missing. Was doing the good slave thing, making tea for Master, and as i poured the hot water into the pitcher, the darned thing broke. Right from the bottom, spewing out the simple syrup, and the tea bag all over the floor. i yelped and Master came running. He helped to clean the floor.
We went to the Sultan Center, then home. Took a nappy time and went to Ahmadi to the sports area for a bike ride. i rode while Master practiced pitching and did some batting practice. That place is really busy on weekends. There were two soccer games going and a cricket game. What a boring thing, cricket. It's good to see the Kuwaitis taking exercise. There were three men walking for exercise, one running, and Master and i. Master said i could take my bike tomorrow when we go out to the game. He said we can go early so i can ride before it gets dark.
After tomorrow, i think i'm going to start getting up a bit earlier in the morning so i can ride before work. Soon the sun will be coming up about 4 or so, so if i am out by 5 and ride for about 45 min, i should be in good shape. Not too much traffic at that time and by the end of May that will be the only time the temps won't be so hot the tires will melt on the street.
The desert is still beautiful. When we go out passed the civilized world, the grass is still growing and the small yellow flowers are blooming. It's so flat, if there were any trees or a river or houses i could believe i was in kansas. But there isn't. The desert does wonderful things for my soul. i can go out there and find peace.
i guess i don't have much more for today. Oh! i got my new ring. It cleaned up so beautifully. My fingers must hve been a bit swollen the day i got it sized because today it's a bit large. Not so big i'll loose it, i hope, but it will slide around on my finger. And the garnet earring is now a pendant. That turned out lovely too. Next week i'll take the other ring down and see what can be done with it.
One day this week i have to get the art work from Kenya to the frame shop. It has to be framed before i can hang it, and i want it hung.
Woke up to a good beating. Master got up before me and scrounged around in the toy room. Came back with a couple of floggers and the slapper. He warmed my back side with the flogger, and used it on the bottoms of my feet. Then he made sure everything from my shoulders to my toes were red. He used the slapper on my backside too. Turned me over and got my front side too. He made me hold my nipples so He didn't hit them and left a nice set of bruises on my right breast. That could happen every morning and i wouldn't be the least bit upset.
i made breakie and started laundry. i always feel a little guilty when i cook bacon or sausage and have the windows open. In the back of my head i think i believe the muslims know the smell of pork. i wonder if they really do? Sometimes, i turn the exhaust fan on just for spite, let them smell the good that they are missing. Was doing the good slave thing, making tea for Master, and as i poured the hot water into the pitcher, the darned thing broke. Right from the bottom, spewing out the simple syrup, and the tea bag all over the floor. i yelped and Master came running. He helped to clean the floor.
We went to the Sultan Center, then home. Took a nappy time and went to Ahmadi to the sports area for a bike ride. i rode while Master practiced pitching and did some batting practice. That place is really busy on weekends. There were two soccer games going and a cricket game. What a boring thing, cricket. It's good to see the Kuwaitis taking exercise. There were three men walking for exercise, one running, and Master and i. Master said i could take my bike tomorrow when we go out to the game. He said we can go early so i can ride before it gets dark.
After tomorrow, i think i'm going to start getting up a bit earlier in the morning so i can ride before work. Soon the sun will be coming up about 4 or so, so if i am out by 5 and ride for about 45 min, i should be in good shape. Not too much traffic at that time and by the end of May that will be the only time the temps won't be so hot the tires will melt on the street.
The desert is still beautiful. When we go out passed the civilized world, the grass is still growing and the small yellow flowers are blooming. It's so flat, if there were any trees or a river or houses i could believe i was in kansas. But there isn't. The desert does wonderful things for my soul. i can go out there and find peace.
i guess i don't have much more for today. Oh! i got my new ring. It cleaned up so beautifully. My fingers must hve been a bit swollen the day i got it sized because today it's a bit large. Not so big i'll loose it, i hope, but it will slide around on my finger. And the garnet earring is now a pendant. That turned out lovely too. Next week i'll take the other ring down and see what can be done with it.
One day this week i have to get the art work from Kenya to the frame shop. It has to be framed before i can hang it, and i want it hung.
