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a beatutiful desert day
For my reward this week, Master took me out to ride in the desert. It was beautiful out there. A bit on the windy side, but when we put the chairs on the downwind side of the car, it was not bad at all. One small reminder to You, Master. Next time we try this, could You please put a stool in the car so i can get on my bike without killing myself?
i was riding pretty well in the sand, then i tried to make a turn. You have to make a wide turn in sand, i know that now. As i was turning the wind caught broadside and tipped me over. That's my story and i'm stickin' to it. Fortunately for me, i got to see parts of the desert many people miss, two times. Unfortunately for me, each of the plants i fell on had small thorns, i think i have one stuck in my the part of my hand just below the finger. is that the ball?
Master, ever the dominant sadist also took along His bag of toys. i had to drop my drawers and assume the position. First He used His hand, then the slapper and then a flogger, i don't know which one. i believe He had more things planned, but i got very nervous. Two cars had passed by where we were while we were riding and i was afraid they would come back and catch us. Given the climate of the situation in this part of the country, i didn't want to do anything that could cause problems. One of the cars had a gun, don't know what they would be shooting, maybe gerbils? Anyway, don't want to be upsettin' no apple cart.
i told Master i loved that reward. Even if i messed up a part of it. But next week, when i lose 2 pounds i don't want to be peddling the bike. i told Him i'd like it very much if He would rent me a harley to ride in the desert. He laughed. Wonder what that means?
When it came time for us to leave, Master made me take off my clothes and put on a loose dress. He loves my butt against that rough car seat fabric. He said if things had gone well i'd have been wearing clamps in the desert too, and i would be really fidgeting on the way home. i sat very very still all the way home. i've found that causes the least discomfort. The darned tag pinched a couple of times and i had to rearrange things, but other than that i was quiet.
i have to go make chicken salad for Master's lunches next week. By then the iron will be calling me. And i need to get a tweezer and get that darned sticker out.
i was riding pretty well in the sand, then i tried to make a turn. You have to make a wide turn in sand, i know that now. As i was turning the wind caught broadside and tipped me over. That's my story and i'm stickin' to it. Fortunately for me, i got to see parts of the desert many people miss, two times. Unfortunately for me, each of the plants i fell on had small thorns, i think i have one stuck in my the part of my hand just below the finger. is that the ball?
Master, ever the dominant sadist also took along His bag of toys. i had to drop my drawers and assume the position. First He used His hand, then the slapper and then a flogger, i don't know which one. i believe He had more things planned, but i got very nervous. Two cars had passed by where we were while we were riding and i was afraid they would come back and catch us. Given the climate of the situation in this part of the country, i didn't want to do anything that could cause problems. One of the cars had a gun, don't know what they would be shooting, maybe gerbils? Anyway, don't want to be upsettin' no apple cart.
i told Master i loved that reward. Even if i messed up a part of it. But next week, when i lose 2 pounds i don't want to be peddling the bike. i told Him i'd like it very much if He would rent me a harley to ride in the desert. He laughed. Wonder what that means?
When it came time for us to leave, Master made me take off my clothes and put on a loose dress. He loves my butt against that rough car seat fabric. He said if things had gone well i'd have been wearing clamps in the desert too, and i would be really fidgeting on the way home. i sat very very still all the way home. i've found that causes the least discomfort. The darned tag pinched a couple of times and i had to rearrange things, but other than that i was quiet.
i have to go make chicken salad for Master's lunches next week. By then the iron will be calling me. And i need to get a tweezer and get that darned sticker out.