Yesterday, I suffered from a case of Owner's block. You know, like writer's block except for boy toy owners. It was the second edition of "Owner Fridays" and I just didn't know what to do with it. Part of it is lack of ideas/imagination and time to think. And part of it is that on Friday nights, I have the whole work week behind me and still haven't completely recovered. My personal and professional lives are just so different, and lately, the professional part has been making me a little depressed. Weekends generally find me very happy, though, but there's a little transition period on Friday evenings. Sometimes I stay home for a bit and eat, relax, take a bath... Take care of myself, before heading to Boy Toy's. Other times, the "wait"seems unbearable and I just want to go see him right away. Yesterday, that's how I felt. I ate quickly and cleaned up a little, then packed a few things and called him. "I'm on my way. Be naked when I get there." I was fully prepared to exercise my authority at the slightest protest from Boy Toy, but he must have remembered what day it was and he simply accepted my instructions. And obeyed: he was naked when I got there. We spent a nice, relaxing evening together but not much happened, so I don't have much to report, just a couple of highlights. The first is that I had him shave me. I had never done this, and read about it here and there. So, we jumped in the shower and I handed him the razor and cream. It was fun, and funny too because he was so scared of cutting me... I had him shave my legs and my pussy. A little later, I sat down comfortably with a book and had him massage my feet while I was reading. It felt luxurious to be reading while my naked boy toy slaved at my feet. He's such a good Boy Toy. But not always, unfortunately. Sometimes he's a brat. Later in the evening, some friends came over and we had a few shooters with them. At one point, Boy Toy poured everyone a shooter but forgot one of our friends, so I told him to give our friend the shooter he poured for himself, he wouldn't have one for this round. But Boy Toy decided differently. Since it was an "accident", he decided I hadn't understood correctly so he promptly poured himself a shooter and even though I said no, he drank it. I was actually pretty angry at this total disregard of what I had said. Wasn't it Owner Friday? I just couldn't let this pass, so I grabbed the crop and told him to lean against the counter, his butt sticking out. He started to protest but realized I was dead serious, and complied. I announced that I would give him 10 spanks, and my spanks sting quite a bit. When I was at number nine, a male friend of ours asked if he could give the last and I agreed, thinking he'd sting more than me, but I guess "male loyalty" won here, or something, because he went pretty easy on Boy Toy. Oh well, it doesn't matter. The message was loud and clear: don't disregard your owner's decisions, ESPECIALLY on Owner Friday! I made him apologize for his behavior and asked if he'd do it again. Of course, he said he wouldn't. Good. And that was Owner Friday. We went out dancing after, which was pretty fun. But I'm hoping I'll come up with something a little more exciting next week!