Came home from the shoot. I was with Sean at Buddha Belly, and bumped into some of the prop guys. We brought them over to watch Preaching to the Perverted and have wine. I ended up playing games on the web cam, where Gear-mo (long time friend from when we were freshmen and sophmores in highschool and fello pervert) were putting on different masks and hoods and joking around.

Now I wake after just about 3 hours sleep. What is up with that.

I guess it is time to clean the masks up.

I was sad to have a cancelation for my “cricket” session this morning. He called last night. We have played this way before.

“Cricket” is a form of cbt, and not what you think. I don’t hit him with a crickett bat. I put his genitals into a bag of live crickets. This is fun. Crickets eat flesh, especially when you coat the genitals in sugar water. The larger the cricket the more vicious the bite.

My next plan of the day is lunch with a curious slave applicant.

I really prefer establishing long time interactions than the one time sessions, and if I had all the time in the world I would have even more slaves. But I do keep my mind open to new slaves if they prove their worth to me. They must click with me, as well as provide smoother running in my life. A slave must posess practical applicable skills.

I don’t consider body worship to be a practical skill. Practical skills are set building, dungeon building, leather work, metal work, computer work, building flash, graphics of animation wfor websites. Every slave ends up with errands, especially since I don’t drive. I try to play with my personal slaves as often as time allows.