Yesterday began with contact by My money slave letting Me know that the task he was set on Friday had been completed.
I was planning on setting him a writing task later in the morning to which he became impatient and asked when exactly he would receive this new task. For his impatience, he had to rub Finalgon over his balls immediately and again at 3pm in the afternoon. On top of that, he was finally given the task of writing the following quote “The manner in which one endures is more important than the thing that must be endured”, 200 times which I expect to arrive at My PO Box by Thursday. If it fails to turn up on time boy… watch out!
After sorting My southern sub out, slave connor turned up at 2pm to do some gardening for Me. Plants needed pruning and some trees were well overdue for a decent trim. It took My slave about an hour to get through this job and when he was finished, I wanted to go to David Jones to check out a little black dress I saw in a magazine recently.
With this mission in mind, W/we zipped down to Robina, found the floor where the dress was likely to be and with the help of the shop assistant, found the dress I was after. I tried it on and slave connor’s mouth nearly fell to the floor when I stepped out of the dressing room in the LBD. I must admit that it did look pretty sensational. Finally My long search for an appropriate LBD was over. My slave dealt with the purchase of My divine new dress and I can’t wait for the right occasion to slip it on *very happy sigh*.
In the evening, I was expecting maid marian at 8.30pm to clean My dungeon and fold a pile on towels which had been building up. It wasn’t a huge job and did not take her hours (thank Goddess), but it did give her an opportunity to wear her corset for a change which makes it more difficult to bend down *smiles*.
After My maid’s second day of cleaning in a row, she had satisfactorily done what was expected of her and was dismissed for the remainder of the evening. What joy it is to sit back and relax while My maid does all the work!
I heard from My money slave this morning, the poor thing (not) has very sore hands. I don’t know why his hands would be hurting *WEG*.
Today slave connor was given the task of finding the right heating equipment for My cell popping so I can start practising. I am itching to get started after My introduction last Saturday night and My slave connor will be volunteering his skin for that purpose. Happy days ahead *GRINS*.