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.  Read the rest of this entry »