Friday, 6th May
The slave has done a nice job in
the kitchen, he has sorted a few items out and we need to go
shopping, it has been deemed the plates etc do not go with the new
kitchen, and we need new saucepans. Fine with me.
I had a good meeting, my friend has
come up with a nice idea I am willing to submit to. I can involve the
slave if I want to. I will tell him that I am going to play with my
friend, he might choose not to participate.
Master Sven has gotten back to me,
too, he has a nice idea. This one would involve Ben. Master Sven
asked if he can have the stretch rack. He will come tomorrow to
dismantle it and take it away. I will be glad to have it out of the
house.
Saturday, 7th May
It was a nice day today, so we have
prepared the house outside for painting. I have cut shrubs back, and
we have brushed off cobwebs etc. In the evening we have prepared the
spare bedroom and office for painting. I told the boy about my plans
with Leif, my doctor friend, he got very upset and said: count me
out! I am now having my doubts, but I will be torn until the last
minute. I have not discussed my plan with Sven with him yet. He met
him and his slave today, Sven's current beau is in his early 20's,
but he knows what he wants. I can imagine he will make a good Master
one day with the right encouragement. It took quite a while to
dismantle the rack, Ben made drawings of the parts and packaged
screws and small parts together so they could easily put it together
again. Clever boy! He was quite good at drawing.
Sunday, 8th May
The slave is still off with me
because of my plans with Leif. I accept it. We went to the restaurant
we are considering buying, we stayed for a drink, one can see the
owner does not want to do it anymore. In this location it needs a
total overhaul to work. Ben thought it was a good place for our
plans. He still wants to invest, his money is still just sitting in
his account. I told him about my plan to send him away during the
kitchen installation, at first he was upset, after some consideration
he agreed with me. We walked back most of it, we were actually
holding hands. We haven't done that for some time. He asked me if he
can choose the colours for his room. Of course he can. He said he
does not like this room as much as the one at the flat for some
reason, I told him he should decorate as he wishes, and if he wants
new furniture or a new carpet or anything, we can make it happen.
When we came home he excused himself and just sat in his room, I
think he was meditating. At one point he was writing a lot. I guess
this weekend has us both given us a lot to think.
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