I guess he proved that playing hard doesn’t always involve lots of pain. All he did was hood me and put me in the cage and all fuses went kaboom. But seriously. I had sort of been dreading getting put back in there. He has me reading a book that is really heavy and I know what’s coming next in the book and I really don’t want to read it. It’s too much!

So instead, with the hood on there obviously wasn’t any reading. But he had me play with myself, put myself on the edge, then stop. Over and over. I haven’t a clue how long I was in there, but it felt like forever. Even though I know that he’s making me get turned on in there very deliberately to make me like being in there, it still works. Minds are very odd things. I still can’t seem to resist it at all.

I’ve got marks and bruises all over my body, which I guess is why he did that sort of scene instead of more beating. My tits are the most marked up from that heavy thick cane he’s been using. I have marks and bruises on the backs of my thighs from the sjambok. My ass is fine, of course.

What a nice long weekend we had with him taking Friday as a vacation day. Lots of stuff got done, and yet we still played a lot. He left me a to-do list. It’s weird to find that hot, right? Who has a fetish over to-do lists? What a weirdo. But there’s something very satisfying about staying focused on stuff he wants me to so explicitly. I must be sub or something.

Today was awful in the morning, though. M. had just left when the horses knocked over a fence post and they and all the sheep went walk-about. It took me three freaking hours to get order restored. I came in and called him about mid-way for a pep talk. He was on the highway somewhere. It did wonders for my nerve, though, just being able to brainstorm with him on how to round of the last ones. I used the tractor to bring the horses in. Go me for thinking of that and not having my shoulder fucked up more.

Speaking of which, I had a check-up with the surgeon today and she is very pleased with my progress. I have almost full range of motion already, which she says is impressive for not quite three months from surgery. The only direction I still can’t do well is pulling the arm up behind my back. Still, though, no suspension scenes for a while, I think. She says 6 months really before I will be back to normal.