I spent the morning on the couch in the living room, naked in collar and cuffs, chained up, under a blanket, with a vibrator. He did lots of other stuff and then periodically would come over and hurt me and fuck me. Wash, rinse, repeat.

He’s let me up to fiddle in the kitchen, still in collar and cuffs, a bit sore around the nipples but that’s really it.

I have a feast going on for a mid-afternoon meal, all from our pantry, freezer and icebox. I’m even making homemade tortillas.

We’re listening to music, both working on stuff. What a pleasant way to spend the day. My guess would be we (or at least I) take another break sometime this afternoon.