I know I've been very bad. I scraped the side of the car parking it
yesterday, and then I went and spent a thousand dollars on a new dress. But
it is a very nice dress- LaCroix and all. Why won't he let me wear it? He
says I've got to do a penance. I don't really like the sound of that.
Wriggling around in these ropes isn't too bad, but I can hear very strange
sounds from the bedroom- clanking chains and electric hums and the
occasional spark. I hope he's not in one of his moods again... well no, I
hope he is in one of his "punish then pamper" moods. But somehow I think he
is in one of his "scream, baby, scream" moods. I think I'm going to be
soaked in sweat, straining against the cuffs while he tortures me tonight.
But maybe I deserved it. And for sure there's always something big and hard
at the end. Better than a kiss to make up, I say.
I think he just likes to watch me squirm. He likes to tie me so I can
wriggle around, rub my thighs together, but no matter how excited I get I
can't touch myself or give myself satisfaction. I wonder how long he will
leave it before he comes to bring me to the boil? I was very bad this week-
maybe he is going to leave me here all night!