Sunday again, tomorrow is back to work, back to real life. Or is it my fake life, the real one being the time I spend away from the office? There seems to be such a contrast between the two. I work in a typical office. I have to dress office-like, nothing too sexy of course. Can't show my tattoo, that would be frowned upon. And skirts or dresses can't be too short. No jeans. We do have the occasional casual Friday, what a treat! I'm not complaining, I like my job (although very busy and stressed, lately). Just wanted to provide some sort of background, paint a picture of my work environment. How utterly normal it is, how vanilla, corporate, whatever you want to call it. Then there is my personal life. A typical weekend will see us going out once or twice, with some friends coming over for shooters first. Oftentimes, a crop or a whip will be brought out. In fact, last night I gave one of our friends a few good swats with the crop. Don't worry, he likes it :P This weekend started a little early, as I went to visit Boy Toy Thursday night after work. We decided to cook ourselves some supper. Sounds pretty normal, so far? Well just before we started cooking, Boy Toy asked if he could smoke a cigarette, so he got naked and kneeled in front of me, as per our contract. When he was done, he asked if he could get dressed again and I said no (silly of him to ask permission, don't you think?). This means he had to cook for me naked, which is pretty damn nice. Have I mentioned how sexy Boy Toy is? I did allow him to wear an apron, though, to protect his boy parts from any hot food splatters... It was kind of cute, leaving his butt exposed like chaps or a hospital gown. Friday, I got to Boy Toy's a little later than usual since I had plans before. Some friends soon joined us and after a little (ok, a lot) of partying and drinking, we went out. It was quite a fun night, with maybe a little too much alcohol consumption. I am ashamed to report that I kissed a couple of girls, and a guy too (after Boy Toy had kissed him first, at my urging, and told me I should try him...) The next morning found me in pretty bad shape, so I went back home to recuperate while Boy Toy was working on some of his stuff.  Around supper time, I called Boy Toy and we decided to eat together. He was busy working on some construction project so I decided to be nice and take care of the food. It was kind of funny and not typical of us, him working and me cooking, like some old-fashioned couple. But it was fun and relaxed, we had a lovely supper with good conversation. One of our friends came to join us later that night. My previous post was written while Boy Toy and our friend were busy elsewhere, Boy Toy whipping away (!!) and our friend looking at stuff on the other computer. As soon as I finished posting, we left for the club. I danced and socialized, it was a blast really. I was told by a guy or two that I'm pretty. One of them went so far as to say that I was a gorgeous woman, and what was I doing with Boy Toy?! Little did this guy know that I had Boy Toy by the balls, so to speak. If you read yesterday's post, you know that I had him put on the ball cuff before going out. Well he wore it all evening. When we got back home, Boy Toy was hungry so I went to bed while he cooked himself something. I had kind of forgotten about the ball cuff, by then. I suddenly remembered about it when he climbed into bed next to me, and I was convinced he had removed it. But when I checked, it was still there. I let him take it off, and we had sex. This is the only sexy action we had this weekend, I'm sorry to say. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten that he owes me 4 hours in the chain harness (see this post to know why). We were just too busy, or there was always people coming over. I'll make sure we reserve some time for it, soon. I came back home today and spent some time reading blogs and surfing the net. This often gives me ideas of things I could do to Boy Toy, and this is exactly what happened today. I read something about chastity play and decided it would be fun to get back into it a little. I think I wasn't even done reading the article online that I had already e-mailed Boy Toy:

"Hey Boy Toy,   I'm feeling adventurous and want to try something. I don't want you to come, unless I tell you you can. We've done it before, really, but with the help of a chastity device. Now, I know you're working on some renovations and you like to go jogging, so I'm taking that into consideration and have decided to use the honor system, because I'm that nice of an owner.   Let's start with one week. No masturbating until next Sunday. Got it?   Your Owner"

He hasn't seen my email yet, so I can't report on his reaction. But I intend on making this a hard week for him, sending him sexy pictures of myself or some kinky messages. And there it is, the end of another typical weekend in Elle and Boy Toy's life. Tomorrow, it's back to work, back to my other life...

Sometimes I wonder that Boy Toy is submissive. He is so independent, can be such a brat. You should see him, right now. We are drinking a few shooters, about to go out dancing and partying. He has a whip. He's "practicing". He just cut a napkin in half... He's pretty damn good at this; it's very impressive, seeing him go. And kinda scary. So... submissive? Yup. Really. A little earlier tonight, I ordered him to wear the ball cuff. I told him, "Tonight, you're totally mine. You're wearing this." I had him lock it, and I was wearing the key on a chain around my neck. But the little padlock pinched his skin, so I was considerate enough to let him wear it without the lock. I still have the key on a chain, though. We'll see if anyone asks about it! Whenever no one's looking, I sneak a feel of his balls. I like to check that he's still wearing the cuff. Such a good Boy Toy. Well, I think we just had our last vodka shooter. Time to go shake this sexy booty...