Last Saturday

Last Saturday was the day after Friday, and as I had just been away with the cadets for a virtual weekend (the latest version of their training camping weekend comprising Wednesday, Thursday and Friday) I was quite tired. I contemplated making an effort as I lay in My bed, enjoying the solitude and the comfort of the Saturday lie-in, enjoying thoughts of how pleasant it would be to summon a slave from the foot of the bed to come and pleasure Me - sadly not available at the moment - and I decided to forgo the pleasure of scribbling something in these pages and start the day instead.  Which is a bit of a shame, as it would have been good to have written something to keep the Saturday blog live.  But I am making up for it, only three days later.  

I was invited by 325 (now called pigboi) to comment on his blog if, as and when I saw fit to do so - which was a cheerful thought.  I remarked the last time I'd blogged that I was quite pleased to find his blog, and also to see that he was blogging for the fun of it, as well as for himself and a record of his experiences.  I still think so, and I also think that it is a good, reflective practice to have.  It is almost a meditation.  At one time in My life, I used to get up at 0400, and then, being influenced by Sheila Cameron's "The Artist's Way", I'd sit and write three pages of stream of consciousness writing.  It was a stimulus to artistic endeavour and creativity, and the other day I found My journals and spent some time rereading them.  It is interesting to see how much has changed, and also how little things have changed!

I use this blog to express Myself as well as to communicate with slaves.  I have recently admitted another reader, and I am tempted to throw it open to the general public.  What stops Me is that some of the material that has been discussed here is quite personal which I don't mind sharing with people of a similar disposition, but am not sure that I want to be completely free for the general public out there to access.

I received a text message over the virtual weekend from the boi 153 (that's the sub nearby who came to serve one afternoon last month, and whom I'd like to see again pretty soon), who was wanting to pop over.  As luck would have it, I was in the Lake District and so was unavailable.  I have of course had the usual short chats with people over the internet, and although I am now advertising for a houseboi on recon and also slaveboys, there have been no enquiries of late.

There is a boi in the wings, however.  he lives a few blocks away, and although I am loath to defecate on My own doorstep as it were, he does sound interesting.  Perhaps some pictures will appear after the first available weekend...

Regular Posting

Last week I was looking at Ben in Leatherland's blog, and thinking that he had the right idea.  He is trying to post once a week, to make the blog more of a regular feature in what is becoming a busy life, and I am generally very much in the same position.  I lead an extremely busy life, mostly of My own making - why else do I need a slave in My life?  So, this time last week found Me finishing the paper and thinking about making a post, keeping the world out there informed.

Several things have come to pass: 990 wants to be friends, not to be owned by Me.  There was a glimmer of interest in a boi whose credentials were suspect (he said he'd videoed his cumshot, but I am not sure it was him, and there was the usual - cam doesn't work, can't be online, yada yada yada fading into timewasterish bullshit excuses), Mother and husband are visiting, work starting, very stressful time, and so on.  I also discovered 325's blog.  he is now pigboi, and I found it interesting reading.  I am also glad he is putting his thoughts on virtual paper, because it will benefit him in the long run.  There is a boi who is literally over the road from Me (well, two roads or so), and who wants to be a slave.  he says he's 18, but I won't really want to do anything with anyone younger than that: the more I look at people, the more I realise that My preferred age group range has moved from 25 to 35 - people who want to be full time slaves and live the lifestyle.  More people have asked to follow the blog, so I welcome these readers.

So, there's the Saturday posting.  Short and sweet.

September

One of the things I really like doing is lying in My bed on a Saturday morning, wasting the morning.  I enjoy the bliss of reading the paper and drinking coffee in the warmth, security and silence of My bed on a Saturday.  Sometimes, like today, I flash up the computer and then feel compelled to say something on the blog.  It is September, and also the start of work again after the summer break.

I returned to work on Wednesday, and have had a frustrating time of it.  This was not only because I was very much still in holiday mode, but also because much of the three remaining days of this week were taken up in meetings and the like, when I could have been preparing for the arrival of the students I am due to teach this term.   I am already feeling that I have begun to tread the stress treadmill, and classes only start on Monday!

This is mainly because there is no planning in place to deal with what I have to do over the next fourteen weeks, and so it becomes a game of catchup.  

153 on the chair after doing domestic chores

153 hanging washing

I spent the last day of August with the sub tim, whose slave number is 153.  As had been reported in the blog before, we had several unsuccessful attempts at meeting but this was finally achieved on Tuesday.  I found him to be very obedient and also very much aroused at the thought of service, and so I collared him and had him do several domestic chores that needed taking care of before work started.  Hoovering needed to be done, and also some clearing up of clutter.  Since making the slave space, I have had a table piled high with stuff that came out from beneath the stairs, and this needed sorting.  Much of it was old correspondence, and so this boi spent some of his time here shredding papers to make papier mache.  My preferred way of dealing with junk mail and old newspapers is now to make papier mache bricks to use as fuel for the stove, and I thought it apt that the boi was instrumental in making the fuel that would keep him warm while serving naked over the winter.  Today the weather is good, so I shall probably spend some time squeezing the water out of the now fully-soaked paper and make some bricks for drying.  Of course, I need a live in slave to do this for Me, but in time this will happen.

Without a doubt, one of the best things about owning a full time slave is that feeling of coming home to a clean, uncluttered, well-managed home.  325 excelled in making My house a good space for Me, freeing Me up to concentrate on more important things, like the boat, various DIY projects, and of course work.  A good slave is worth his weight in gold.

As a reward for his work, I secured him to the bondage chair, and then played a bit with some sensations.  I used only two pegs, because I know he is a "pain wuss", as he said.  I spent some time edging him, and then enjoyed watching him finally cum.  So it was a good introductory session, and I felt that the three hours that he spent here were enjoyed by us both.  I like having a naked slave on the premises, and I also like having chores done around the house. 

The house is going to fill up very shortly: I am expecting My lodger to return towards the end of the month, and then My mother and her husband are arriving for a brief stay.  Their arrival coincides with the monthly Collared in Blackpool, which is very inconvenient as I want to take 990 there this time to let him experience a violet wand.  This might have to be postponed to the October Collared, which I am not happy about - but arrangements, once made, can't really be changed for visitors from South Africa (they have, after all, travelled six thousand miles to stay). 

The lodger will be returning for about six months, but he is the best type of guest: he goes home over weekends, so the house is free for slaves to visit over weekends, which is a happy arrangement for Me.  I get to have My cake and eat it, and so that means that the training of 990 will continue.  I have had time to reflect, and also to chat with him about his experience here.  I am now going to take more control of his day when he is away from Me, and then when here there is going to be more ritualisation of the day in service.  

I have blogged before about the importance of having a timetable which sets out the routine for a slave, which is only really practicable for a full-time boi.  I have decided to implement a weekend timetable for 990 which will include some relaxational time for him.  My Saturday recreation of paper and coffee in bed will remain the  same; his Saturday morning will be different.  Service is his recreation.  After discussing the virtual weekend, it is clear to Me that this boi needs a programme to follow, mainly so that he knows he is constantly under control.  It is because of this that I am now going to introduce reporting in times to his remote life, adding to the morning greeting text message.  I know that his life is also going to become busy with the start of the new term, and so things will be tailored to take account of this.  It is important to Me that I know what he is doing, and also that permission is sought for deviations from the norm.

990 has gone to Berlin with friends, and in the meantime two new additions to the bondage equipment have arrived.  I had decided to buy an anal hook some time ago, and given the desire for 990 and 153's faces to be kept anonymous, I thought that attaching a hook to the hood might provide Me with some sport.  The other device which I think 990 will find much more comfortable (I test-drove it when it arrived, to see if it would be more comfortable than the cb) is the new birdlocked chastity device.  Of the two, I think that the birdlocked is the easier to wear, and so he is going to have it fitted when he arrives next time.

I find Myself thinking of him often.

The problem with lazy Saturdays online is that people want to chat!  So, off I go to chat!