Sorry for leaving you hanging with my last post. It wasn’t an intentional cliffhanger. My first thought was to write about Friday night’s sexual antics but then I realized I needed to explain the hypnosis thing first to set the stage. And it turned out to be a complete post, in and of itself. Besides, I was sleepy and my cold was making me feel a bit dizzy, so I decided to tell the rest later and go for a nap.

So where was I? Ah, yes. I was about to tell you what went on Friday night. There was a lot of naughtiness involved, and not much hypnosis, to tell you the truth. But it did come into play a little, and I would like to think that it worked. Boy Toy certainly does, and he says he’s scared. Anyway, on with the sex, I’ll tell you a bit more about the hypnosis after.

When I got home after work, Friday, I continued talking to Boy Toy on MSN. I told him I had a dilemma, I was wondering whether to take a bath here or shower at his place. He solved it for me when he said he had to shower too; a few minutes later I was on my way to his place.

After a quick bite, we hit the shower. As you know, this is a favorite of mine, to be under the steamy hot water with Boy Toy. We hadn’t had sex in two weeks and I know he hadn’t masturbated since the beginning of the week. I think I forgot to mention it here but I’ve instructed him not to jerk off for 3 days before Owner Fridays. I want him to be fresh and attentive, when I finally see him. Read the rest of this entry »

When I last left you I was feeling a little blue, hormones and all, you know. I decided to cancel Owner Friday, since I just wasn’t feeling up for it.

This, and the last couple of Fridays before that, made me realize that I was going at it all wrong. Well, all wrong for me. The Owner Friday thing was a solution Boy Toy offered because I felt I had no control on what we did on weekends. It was so I could say: no, tonight, we’re not hanging out with the gang, we’re having some private time. But for some reason I went too far with it and it became somewhat of a burden, an obligation, like I had to decide not only what Boy Toy and I did on Friday nights, but also if our friends were coming over or not. I felt I had to find all kinds of cool, original ideas of things to do, every Friday. Well, feeling like you HAVE to come up with something kinky sure puts a damper on things.

So, as I told Unspeakable Axe in response to his comment in my last post, I think that from now on, every Friday will not automatically be a Owner Friday. I will reserve the right to make any Friday I want into my time, and to tell our friends not to arrive too early, maybe. I’m not sure on the particulars, as I haven’t discussed this with Boy Toy yet. At any rate, it might be wise to set a certain time limit for me to inform Boy Toy that I’m taking a Owner Friday, so that he knows to say no to our friends if they call. Read the rest of this entry »

There won’t be a Owner Friday, tonight. I’m just not feeling up for it. If you read my whiny post from earlier this week, maybe you’ll have guessed that I’m PMS-ing. I’ve mentioned this “phenomenon” before. I know that guys must be thinking “Yeah right, how bad can it really be?” While maybe some girls out there are sympathizing…

I don’t think it’s normal, to get this depressed and insecure, during this time of the month, though. I see other girls get bitchy and emotional, but for me, oh boy! It’s not like that EVERY single month, mind you, but often enough and for a long enough period of time that I’ve mentioned it to a doctor. He’s suggested several different solutions to try, including anti-depressants, which I find is a little, shall we say, overkill. I’ll try the softer methods, thank you.

I’m lucky that Boy Toy, despite how quick-tempered he can be, is actually quite a patient man. Sure, he’ll get angry pretty quick, but he also forgets all about it pretty quick. But most importantly, my hormonal craziness hasn’t driven him away, yet. He must really love me

So anyway, all this to say, I don’t feel like making any decisions, tonight. I don’t trust myself with that kind of “power” when I’m in this state. No, seriously, I just don’t feel up to deciding. I’ll go with the flow and try not to be too much of a pain in the ass. Perhaps I’ll even go so far as to give Boy Toy this Friday. Boy Toy Friday. Hmmm…  I wonder what he’d do with it?