Yesterday felt like Saturday to me all day, I guess because M. wasn’t working. I think he pretty much played with me all day long, or at least it felt that way. Holding position while he went for marks with the fucking sjambok was fucking brutal. He’s also been doing this thing where he has me say all sorts of things that I would never EVER say on my own. What’s up with that?

I woke up in the afternoon on the couch upstairs, not remembering how I even got up there. I’m usually not able to nap, and it was fucking luxurious. He was outside planting potatoes. No wonder it felt like the weekend.

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I haven’t a clue what’s on today’s agenda, with the actual weekend here. It’s a beautiful day out there. I was thinking last night that I may not be up for more playing, that I might sort of maybe had enough. But now he’s walking around with that very deliberate sound to his steps and it’s making my pussy twitch.

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