I think I drank some wine last night and fell fast asleep. So hot!

He woke me up this morning with threats of a riding crop before I even had coffee. Then the damn puppies got out of the whelping box and we had to go deal with them, again before coffee. That’s just cruel.

But since we were awake, he played with me for a little bit. Blindfold and riding crop and a really fantastic orgasm. What a way to start the day.

Then we worked our asses off all day in gorgeous weather. The sap is running, we are unprepared, and then I had to go pick up another rescue dog who is currently howling and crying outside while all the other dogs bark their fool heads off.

Tomorrow is going to be even more crazy. Jesus. I guess it’s spring!

It’s Friday night. The wine has been opened. Dinner is done. The music has started.

We are fucking exhausted, but determined to be able to celebrate Friday night like the rest of the universe.

The weird thing is that we are really morning people. But if we play in the morning, it’s really easy to fuck away the whole day. It’s sugaring season. We can’t afford to fuck the day away. Damn it.

He has the heaters running in the bedroom. He told me that, hours ago, and my pussy’s been twitching ever since.

I just hope we don’t just fall asleep.

When did we get so old?

Spring is here. It’s only been like three days, but we are physically exhausted.

We didn’t go play bridge today. If we could take an afternoon off, we’d prefer to fuck. But we can’t take an afternoon off.

He played with me Monday. It didn’t work very well. Boo.

I’m looking out at the days to come and I can’t see where we’ll be able to play again any time soon.

I officially protest.

The power went out sometime overnight, not unexpected since the winds were howling. Something like a quarter of the state lost power.

He played with me anyway.

He put the ear buds to my nano on, put the hood on with the blindfold. Then tied me up. I couldn’t hear a thing except the music. I couldn’t see a thing. It was sort of blissful.

Then he mixed up all sorts of sensations, hard and soft, pain and not.

The battery died on the nano, boo, and he wrapped it all up pretty quickly. I could have stayed that way for hours and hours.

It made me sort of realize how much we rely on power, though. My vibrator! The music. If he’d had the wench whip up and running, I was tied up in a perfect position to get winched up and fly.

So I’m greedy.

I should write about it before I forget about it, huh?

Or maybe it should just be forgotten, forever.

If only he didn’t have the tape.

He dressed me up in the O-Dress. I thought I looked pretty, like some of the old photos of me in the damn dress. (Now that I’ve seen the photos, that was a misplaced hope, of course.)

He turned on the video camera, played with me. I didn’t like any of it, though I was obedient. He kept wanting me to get turned on, to come for the camera, and it just wasn’t going to happen. NOT HOT!

Then he told me to go lie down on the couch, and I thought he was finally turning off the camera so I could have a damn orgasm. What a relief! Now we would move on to the hot stuff, thanks.

Except he didn’t turn it off. He just acted like he did, or something. Moved the direction it was pointed.

Everything that happened after that was supposed to be private! I didn’t know it was on, and I think it’s entirely unfair for him to ever publish it.

What an exhausting day. Woke to critters out, had company mid-day, a photo shoot in the evening.

I had to take a bath so quickly that I couldn’t properly scrub the crap written all over me off.

I’m on the front page of our local paper today. With puppies! Email me if you want the link.

We got to play fast, hard this morning. I mean, it was probably two hours between everything that we had to get done, but it was good. Hard, heavy. I have stuff written all over me but I haven’t looked yet to see what.

We were busy busy busy all afternoon. All in a good way, but we are heading into busy season and it is starting to show.

We are having friends over tomorrow and I’ve got all kinds of good food on the menu. I think the house has been “clean” for two weeks or something now. (I mean, as clean as a house that is used like a barn can really ever be.) Still, it’s nice to be able to have someone just drop by and be able to show them puppies without having to worry. (Sybian inserts are just too noticeable!)

I was going to soak in the tub tonight, but I’m too tired. Maybe in the morning.

I’m itching to start planting seeds. I need to play in the dirt, soon.

I can tell he’s trying to juggle the million things that need to be done with our need to play, to stay connected, to live our kinky life. I’m trying to help.

It doesn’t help that he tells me it’s my job to make him want to play with me, to always want to be played with. Not a lot of farming will get done that way!

I owe him an entry about Valentines Day. It was, I admit, special, in almost every definition of that word. He was sweet, he was mean, he was crazy, and he cheated. Jesus. H.

But we’ve had a hell of a week since then. We pulled of vanilla so well that we deserve fucking gold stars.

I’m cheating and taking a fucking pass. Too tired to think, much less write.

I’m a year out from shoulder surgery today. I’m still not back to normal, sadly. It’s really easy for me to stress the shoulder and then I’ll have a couple of days where I’m barely able to use it. Boo. All of his bondage has to be shoulder-friendly, which to me look bad and feel bad both. Boo again.

He spiced this one up by making me really immobile and helpless, but then making me hold up my tits, so I had to be obedient and complicit, cooperative, too. What a mindfuck.

I wish I knew where my pain tolerance was. I’m a basket case so quickly. I think it’s because he likes to play with me before he allows me / makes me get turned on. Scenes that rock my world are when he plays with me again once I’m turned on. That’s when my inner pain slut gets to come out to play.

He’s having to be careful again. I’m bruised a lot in all the usual places. He admitted today that he’s in a rut. He was doing something with the new videos and I asked him what the scene was. “Tied to the post and whipped. Again.”

He’s thinking of giving Ms. Patty a tune up. I think we’ve played with the Sybian far too much lately.