Recently I confessed to W that I have lost three sets of tit collars. Three! As if he didn’t know. “I know,” he answered laconically, with barely suppressed exasperation in his voice. They are a pain-in-the-ass to make, time-consuming and tedious–and I am obviously a really sucky girlfriend for being careless with them. And really, I love to wear them. They are like my own special, hidden jewelry from W. So I felt pretty awful.
Until this morning, when I opened up the side pocket in my gym bag and found them! Only one pair–but it’s a start. So I am wearing them today at work, just because.
What I am not wearing is panties. I forgot to bring them into the gym with me. Tight jeans, multiple labia piercings and no panties = ouchie! All day. Penance for losing two sets of tit collars? Perhaps. At least W will be amused. He once confessed to me that while I was so uncomfortably going through the whole labia-piercing-healing process, it amused him greatly to think of me all day at work, unable to sit comfortably, unless I was on a blow-up hemorrhoid ring. And he claims not to be a sadist.
I also have newly painted toenails. After an email conversation yesterday with him, I figured I’d better do them.
Me: I just looked down at my toes and realized I have no toenail polish on. I am lost without you to give me reasons to do such things. ;-)
Him: LOL…I suppose I should find someone for you to fuck after work in the next week or two. Perhaps you should put polish on just in case.
Ain’t he just a riot!
I had a wonderful workout this morning at my new gym. I have always liked going to the Y. Supporting an organization I believe in is part of why I always sign up with them every fall when my allergies hit. I also figured they were priced about the same as any gym. But when my coworkers joined this gym, and told me what they paid–I realized that is NOT so. I was paying 3x what I am at the new place, and the new place has ALL free classes, classes at the time I need them, plus is open 24 hours! And (I know this is a ridiculous thing to think is important, but it is) the new place has a locker/shower room that isn’t like a high school locker room. I love it!
And last in the lost and found column is that I also found a pair of my sunglasses that had gone missing. I am still missing one pair from the Twisted Tryst weekend, but at least I found the others!
Okay, off to actually do some work….