Wednesday Night

26 Jul

i know i won’t have time to write anything in the morning, i have to be somewhere at 8, and we have plans for tonight that may keep me up late.


Those kinds of plans.

He texted me about 4:00 to tell me He’d be home about 7:00 and that i should eat before He gets here.  i’ve been doing an on-line training ~ vocational, not kink ~ all day, and my brain is half-fried, but i know what that means.

That means, in our own secret code language, that He has an intense night planned.  i think having dinner with me distracts him from whatever diabolical plan He’s cooked up.  At least, that’s how it seems to work.

Later, He texts not to worry about what to wear.  He has it covered.

i have no idea what that means, but i reply, “Yes, Sir.”  

Still later, He says, “White panties.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

And 20 minutes later, “And heels.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Coffee ready would be nice, but not necessary.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Training completed.  Showered and shaved.  

Clothes in the washer, so i’ll have something to wear tomorrow.  Have some dishes to throw in the dishwasher ~ ok, not throw  Gently place.

Have to do my hair.  Pick my heels.  

By the time you read this, i’ll already know what happened when He came home.

Maybe i’ll tell you about it!

Let’s hope it doesn’t involve nipple reattachment surgery…  maybe i should have the ice bag ready to put the nipple in?


6 Responses to “Wednesday Night”

  1. striving for peace July 26, 2012 at 11:19 am #


    I hope not too


    • aisha July 27, 2012 at 6:01 am #

      Nope, we’re all good! Nipples intact…


  2. Wordwytch July 26, 2012 at 3:12 pm #

    Most importantly, Have Fun! 🙂

    • aisha July 27, 2012 at 6:02 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch!


  3. sin July 26, 2012 at 9:28 pm #

    I don’t think they just come off accidentally you know. You just feel like they might.

    • aisha July 27, 2012 at 6:03 am #

      Dear Sin,

      Lol… no, i knew that. But Sfp was predicting that if He used the padlock to weigh the chain between the clamps it would amputate my nipple.

      Sir says, no, that wouldn’t happen with the clamps He uses ~ but it could if He used the nipple noose. Just that thought gave me chills. Can you imagine?



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: