Time. It can fly and it can drag. I've been feeling like I don't have any, of late. If a thing derives its value from its scarcity, then my time is precious indeed! But it's silly, really, because I'm not one of those career/family women, juggling work and kids while trying to organize the local bakery sale. So where does my time go? How is it that at the end of the week, I feel like I've been running the marathon? And more importantly for this blog, why do I feel like I haven't had the time to come up with evil little ideas of delightful torments to put my Boy Toy through? Now THAT is the sad part. If you've been along for the ride for a while, you know that the last thing I put Boy Toy through was a bit of orgasm denial, and that we've recently decided that Fridays belong to me. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself, but it all seems pretty bland and unoriginal, to me. Or maybe it's just in my head. Looking back through my posts, I realized that we used the chain-harness a few weeks ago (which reminds me that Boy Toy still owes me 4 hours of chain-harness time, yay!). And there was some play time about a month and a half ago.  Still, it's not that much "activity". From this I get the impression that we aren't very kinky at all. Yet this isn't true. Ok, during the week we're pretty tame, but that's because we don't live together and don't see each other much except for weekends. Sometimes there's a lot of sexy IM-ing, though, and that's great because Boy Toy is an amazing source of ideas. I like to use his own imagination against him. Perhaps it is only that the "new" factor has somewhat died down, with time. When I first started dating Boy Toy, every little kinky thing was new to me. Add to that the excitement of a new partner, and you get a pretty intense mélange. But over a year later, it's only normal that I don't experience things for the first time as often as I did in the beginning. I'm starting to be an experienced kinkster, after all (yeah, right). I can only rape Boy Toy wonderful behind for the first time once. There can only be one first role-playing experience, one first-time chastity play and so on. But the truth is, there almost always is a touch of kink in our lives, on top of our frequent vanilla sex. We're just dirty people, what can I say? We have a few rules Boy Toy must always follow, and these keep things kinky. As you know, when I'm there and he wishes to smoke a cigarette, he must first ask me permission. Once permission is granted, he must smoke it in front of me, stripped, kneeling and with legs spread. Then in the morning, when he gets up before me, which he always does, he must remain naked until I get up and give him permission to dress, and when I do get up, he must make my coffee. And now there are Owner Fridays. I guess I've grown used to these manifestations of kink, like one gets accustomed to a lover's touch. Yet they might have lost a bit of the glossiness and excitement of the new, I feel they have gained the beauty, caring and emotional intensity that come with time. Now if I could only find the time to come up with more naughty schemes...