Sunday, 4th December
Working at the clinic was a good
experience. It is a poor neighbourhood with a high percentage of
immigrants, sometimes making communication difficult. I had freshened
up on some common problems I might encounter, the agency had given me
recommendations.
I am going to work here all week
now, they asked me earlier today. It is 9-4, quite a long day,
considering I have to travel about an hour. It is a long day for me.
Thursday, 8th December
Tomorrow is my last day at the
clinic, the doctor I stood in for is back. I enjoyed the challenge,
but will be glad when it is over. Mainly it was the commute.
Sometimes I felt like having a go at the patients for wasting my
time. Then I realise they are probably lonely and a visit to the
doctor at least means some contact, someone who listens. I am glad I
had the slave. I could sound off to him, and he cooked me some lovely
meals. My colleagues noticed my packed lunches, and commented on it.
For some reason I did not correct them it was not my wife who did
them. Society is programmed to assume one is hetero, it does not
matter at all if they believe I am. What is the point of me telling
them my husband is the cook and baker? Although people do not react
by sniggering or asking stupid questions anymore, I feel there is a
reaction. I do not react, “Aah” when people “admit” they are
hetero. Ben kept busy doing his own agenda, he is studying for his
exam. I enjoyed putting him into bondage each evening, it was a form
of release for me, nothing too strenuous, just a reminder to him who
is boss. At the moment he is doing some homework with his left hand
in a neck to wrist restraint. Actually, I think I better release him,
he cannot do his writing like this, the paper keeps slipping.
Saturday, 10th December
The boy reminded me earlier today
that it is the anniversary of his chip being taken out. That reminded
me we should test his current one, which we did, everything
functioning.
We went to M/s night, I had agreed
with the boy to do the last one at this location with a bang. In the
end we did not stay very long as he was uncomfortable, I could see it
in his eyes. He was muzzled, I am rather fond of it lately, in a
harness, no shirt, with restraints around his upper arms, bound at
the back with a leather strap, and his wrists restrained to his
thighs, so he could only walk by moving his whole body. I kept him by
my side the whole time, he had to drink through a straw. We caused a
bit of a stir, as we are not usually in such a get up. There was an
impromptu Master/slave competition, we came 2nd, after
Sahid and Mats. I am getting a bit concerned that Mats is being taken
advantage off. At the moment he seems quite happy, maybe it is still
the excitement of moving to the flat together, but Sahid's behaviour
is a bit egotistical. Coming first in this competition did not help.
We had gone in the car, as most
buildings in the row are already vacant, it is a bit eerie there. I
am glad we took the decision to close next week. The feedback from
our last all female office party was they felt a bit uneasy when they
left. Martin could not find anything suitable for a reasonable price
to hold our 2 parties we had to re-arrange, and the parties decided
they did not want an emergency venue. One of them we have
re-reimbursed, their numbers had dropped anyway that they thought of
cancelling, the other group has opted to come to the new club in
spring.
When Ben and I came back we had
intercourse for the first time since my piercing. We had to use a
condom, which lessened the impact, but it was fantastic, for both of
us. Why did I hold off for so long? To avoid the disappointment of
him slipping out during the night, I sent him off after sex. He had a
surprised look on his face, but of course obeyed. I did miss him, it
is nice going to sleep together, it is not too bad if he leaves
later.
Today we met with Ingrid and and
enjoyed the atmosphere in town. She fell in love with a very
expensive glass ornament, which we of course bought for her. She was
very pleased with it. She has never told me when her birthday is, I
am not even sure how old she is.
Tonight we are invited to Per and
Lasse, Lasse needs cheering up. He uses one of these day light lamps,
it seems to help.
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