Not been feeling well the last few days. Needless to say, little has been going on to report or even talk about.

With luck, I will be back up and at my normal self soon. The Lady would like that. I believe she feels I don't love her any more as I haven't taken paddle or rope to her in a while.

Don't worry, I will make it up to her.

Got the Suction cylinders today. But...

The Lady should be pleased when the mail shows up in a couple days.

For the last extended period, I have been not in a position to post. Mostly busy with a ton of other stuff happening. (Read 6 - 7 day weeks and 10 hours a day) When you work like that, there is little time or energy to do other things.

But now, there has been a period of rest involved. A time to let the mind settle. A time to let the on-edge nerves of things back off to a managable scream, rather than a numbing, throbbing, blast and roar, echoing and trapped inside my mind, and Id.

The Lady and I went out to dinner the other night. Our booth sat facing the bar. Directly in front of us sat a man and a woman. In short order, they had my attention.

The man was a classic dork looking character. Around the mid-forties, wearing a white long sleeve shirt, dark slacks, loafers, and argyle socks. About the only thing missing was a pocket protector. Though he may have had it hidden as not to scare off his apparent prey. Thin wispy hair was slicked back on his head, and he had a full set of natural horse choppers that were in full gleam.

The woman was about the same age. Stringy dirty blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a red dress that must have been in her closet for a long time. And used during that time. It looked as if it graced her frame when she fit it a bit more flatteringly, and she just couldn't seem to part with it.

The Lady and I read a story not too long ago, that delved into an area I wouldn't have thought might be of interest. Now, unless I misread some of the signals I picked up, I think it may be worthy of being introduced into to our little world.

At first, it was "Oh, I don't know about this story. This seems a bit over the top, doing it this way...Seems a little on the extreme side..." kind of discussion.

Then I got to thinking about what was said, and how it was said.

Hmmmm....

The Woman has been making noises *small, slight remarks and such* about thinking about a tattoo. The other night, I asked if she was just fantasizing, or if her mind was really working on it.

It is helpful to know these things, as she had still to ask for permission if she was serious about it.

She replied that, "Yes. Yes, she had been thinking about it." She talked for another minute or two about it, while I listened.

Maggie was expecting me when I drove up to her place. Knocking on the kitchen door, she opened it up right away and greeted me warmly with a big hug.

"'Bout time you showed your face around here." She chided.

The Lady was kneeling on the floor. She had her cuffs and collar on, as well as her leather corset. The cuffs are a regular part of things. The collar only comes out when serious "attitude adjustment" is needed. For reasons I won't go into, she needed the collar tonight.

The corset, well...that was a treat for me.

While restrictive, the rope was only adding pressure to her tits at this point. Lady knew this was only the start of the festivities. And, she was right.