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bad weight, bad bad bad weight
Apr. 19th, 2002 09:15 pmThe last desert trip of the spring, i think, but it was a good one. K and J went with. Now Master and i have to decide which one is the rainmaker. They were both with us the last time we went with a group, in January, and now again today? This is much more than a coincidence.
We set up a leanto to protect against the sun, had a grill for hot dogs and marshmellows, had some veggies, cheese and sausge, chips, and a few cookies. Tea and water, both fine vintages, and a great time. Master was tickled pink with His harem. We saw two herds of camels, or maybe it was one herd two times, all camels look alike to me. Saw a thub, a long, about 24 inches, sand colored lizard. J tried to take a picture but she only managed to chase it down a hole. We saw other thub holes but no more lizards.
i rode this morning. It's amazing how many people are out early on a weekend morning to exercise. Make that men, i was the only female. i think they are used to me now, i try very hard to avoid eye contact so they don't think i'm up to something. i ignore them, they ignore me. That's ok by me. i'm not looking for any trouble.
The bad news is, when i weighed myself this morning, i'd gained three pounds this week. i have no good idea what i did to put that kind of weight on in one week. At first i thought the scale was misaligned. Then i tried new batteries. i asked Master to weigh Himself and it was alright for Him. i moved the scale to another room, still the same. i am crushed.
Master isn't too happy about it either. When i told Him, i was panicky. i had asked Master to make the rewards good and non-food. i also asked Him to make the punishment serious. He took me at my word. i am up two pounds from what i started. The punishment is 6 strokes with the cane for every pound. He thought that was serious. Never in His mind did He think He would be dealing out 18 strokes. Neither did i.
He wonders if it isn't some anomaly. So, i got 6 strokes this morning. i have until Sunday to show a loss. If not, another 6 strokes. And then i must weigh again on Tuesday. If still no loss, the last 6 strokes. Then i have to lose again by Friday, or we start the whole thing over again. This is what i agreed to, this is what i have to accept. i hate the cane. He hates giving punishment. The one kind thing He did was put a pillow at my side so i wouldn't get the wrap around sting. And He gave me time to recover a bit between strokes. All in all i guess it took 4 or 5 minutes. He didn't break the skin, but my butt is still tender. i am keeping a food journal to see exactly where i went wrong this week.
It is time for bed. I've ironed my clothes for tomorrow. Master is taking a left over hot dog and some potato salad in His lunch tomorrow, so i don't have to do anything for that.
I have about decided that i have to ask Master to take the tag off the labia ring. When i ride, the saddle of the bike is shaped just so that the tag is very very uncomfortable when i sit. i hate the thought of asking for it to be taken off, but it is beginning to cause discomfort even when i'm not riding. It is making a sore spot on the labia. i'll give it a bit more time before i ask. i like the idea of the tag. it certainly is a constant reminder of what i am, and i like that.
Now i am really gone.
We set up a leanto to protect against the sun, had a grill for hot dogs and marshmellows, had some veggies, cheese and sausge, chips, and a few cookies. Tea and water, both fine vintages, and a great time. Master was tickled pink with His harem. We saw two herds of camels, or maybe it was one herd two times, all camels look alike to me. Saw a thub, a long, about 24 inches, sand colored lizard. J tried to take a picture but she only managed to chase it down a hole. We saw other thub holes but no more lizards.
i rode this morning. It's amazing how many people are out early on a weekend morning to exercise. Make that men, i was the only female. i think they are used to me now, i try very hard to avoid eye contact so they don't think i'm up to something. i ignore them, they ignore me. That's ok by me. i'm not looking for any trouble.
The bad news is, when i weighed myself this morning, i'd gained three pounds this week. i have no good idea what i did to put that kind of weight on in one week. At first i thought the scale was misaligned. Then i tried new batteries. i asked Master to weigh Himself and it was alright for Him. i moved the scale to another room, still the same. i am crushed.
Master isn't too happy about it either. When i told Him, i was panicky. i had asked Master to make the rewards good and non-food. i also asked Him to make the punishment serious. He took me at my word. i am up two pounds from what i started. The punishment is 6 strokes with the cane for every pound. He thought that was serious. Never in His mind did He think He would be dealing out 18 strokes. Neither did i.
He wonders if it isn't some anomaly. So, i got 6 strokes this morning. i have until Sunday to show a loss. If not, another 6 strokes. And then i must weigh again on Tuesday. If still no loss, the last 6 strokes. Then i have to lose again by Friday, or we start the whole thing over again. This is what i agreed to, this is what i have to accept. i hate the cane. He hates giving punishment. The one kind thing He did was put a pillow at my side so i wouldn't get the wrap around sting. And He gave me time to recover a bit between strokes. All in all i guess it took 4 or 5 minutes. He didn't break the skin, but my butt is still tender. i am keeping a food journal to see exactly where i went wrong this week.
It is time for bed. I've ironed my clothes for tomorrow. Master is taking a left over hot dog and some potato salad in His lunch tomorrow, so i don't have to do anything for that.
I have about decided that i have to ask Master to take the tag off the labia ring. When i ride, the saddle of the bike is shaped just so that the tag is very very uncomfortable when i sit. i hate the thought of asking for it to be taken off, but it is beginning to cause discomfort even when i'm not riding. It is making a sore spot on the labia. i'll give it a bit more time before i ask. i like the idea of the tag. it certainly is a constant reminder of what i am, and i like that.
Now i am really gone.
