I was asleep before 2:30a.m. and woke before 3:30p.m. It’s a miracle! I was up around noon! It had been soooo long since I actually was able to make it to bed at a reasonable hour.

I have the new slave on the road to New Orleans, he won’t be here till 5. The house is still fairly organized, will wonders never cease.

Time to exercise, hop in the tub and figure out my agenda for the day. I am expected out tonight, I don’t know if I am going with slave in tow, or not. He can serve as a drink holder and “cocktail waiter”. Since this is our first encounter I wouldn’t expect much more of public use, unless it felt naturally in play.

I am excited to have a new “toy” to play with that has the broad and open mind and experimental nature of this one. It will be nice to have a slave that can take it as freaky as I will feel the urge to play sometimes. Holding back can be so frustrating. I don’t always want it bizarre, but when I am frisky I really get creative and wierd.