Almost Friday...

It is almost Friday...and that means that tomorrow, I get to wear my weekend collar and my ben wa ball to work. Yay!

Sir and I went shopping yesterday in InternetLand. I am spoiled. We ordered a butt plug that is supposed to be wearable under clothes (because he wants me to wear it out in public sometime), and a new, heavier ben wa ball. This new one is heavier than my current one and also can link to the current one and you can wear two at once. I'm looking forward to next week. *insert evil grin*

Sir and I were shopping in a real store last week, and they had a bin of clearance junk. He picked up a tennis ball on a strap for the dog, and threw it into the cart. When we got home and were unloading all the stuff, he playfully smacked my ass with it. Unfortunately, the dog lost her toy because its a very good ass-smacker. She never really saw it though, so I don't think she missed it. :)

Sir has decreed that I will start walking on the treadmill for half an hour in the mornings. This is partially because I have been saying that I would do that for weeks, partially because I know that I need to start being healthier, and partially because I am off my birth control and we are both trying to start making healthier choices. We had a discussion the other day, because Sir thinks that he has been gaining weight since changing jobs and I really want to lose some weight too. According to my BMI, I should weight about 50 pounds less than what I do. I think (and Sir agrees with me) that if I really weighed my optimal BMI weight, I would be creepy, nasty thin. I am happy with having curves, I just want CURVES, not pudge. My personal goal is to get down to a comfortable size 12 and/or maintain my current size in the event that I become pregnant. My current size, for full disclosure, is a 16 or a tight 14. Most of my pants are 14s, but they are so well-worn that they fit on non-bloaty days.

I think that being off my birth control is doing excellent things to my libido and helping my motivation as well. I don't drag quite as much and I feel really excited about getting things done. Maybe my thyroid meds are finally working...or they were reacting with my birth control and not being absorbed as well as they should have been. I'm hypothyroid, in case you haven't read my blog from now to the beginning (lol).

Gotta head to bed if I'm going to be up running marathons in the morning. Wish me luck!

Always His,

His Lady Aurora

Going shopping...

As I was finishing up dinner this evening, Sir reminded me that we are going shopping tonight. I immediately freaked out, thinking that this was planned and I had forgotten to make the shopping list. Smirking, Sir replied that we would not be going to the grocery store--we will be going to Amazon. Sir is going to order me a new butt plug.

I'm kind of excited, but kind of nervous too. Sir really, really likes playing back there and enjoys making me wear my current butt plug...but the problem is that they are uncomfortable to wear for any amount of time. According to my contract, I am supposed to wear them for an hour on Saturdays and an hour on Sundays. I have been unable to make it past the fifteen minute mark for weeks, and then it just sort of slipped off our list. Along with most of the rest of the list...but things are back on track for now, and I am happy for that.

I'm very excited about Fridays. Fridays mean I get to wear my weekend collar (a different necklace from my usual one), my ben wa ball, and we can stay up late...doing...something....*wink*

Sir is back from his walk--time to go shopping!!

Always His,

His Lady Aurora

Good Girl

Sir discovered (by accident) that I really like it when he tells me "good girl." He asked me to go bring him something from upstairs, and when I returned, item in hand, he smiled and said "good girl." I think he was joking, but he must have seen my face (I smirked, which usually means I like something but am embarrassed to verbalize that fact) and now he says it all the time, whenever I follow directions or do something for him.

On a side note, the prescription for birth control pills that I will be picking up this weekend will be my last. That's right. Holy crap. Holy crap. HOLY CRAP. Excited, nervous, terrified, anxious. Excited.

Today marks the end of my first official week in my new position at work. I have an answering machine. Not that anyone would really ever call me, but its there. I have learned so much this week, and I really only had two days of training because my trainer was out sick for most of the week. I also have a new mantra for the D bags (its a customer service job)--

I don't care what you think of me. I don't think about you at all.  --Coco Chanel.

This is the best possible way (in my book) of dealing with the irrationally angry people who cannot be reasoned with. They want to provoke a reaction, and since I don't really care about things that are not under my control (THEY screwed up, THEY were late, etc), I don't get dragged into their drama. Love this quote.

So excited for the weekend. Lots to do. I'm going to go clothes shopping for the first time in several years (yes, you read that right) to supplement my wardrobe. My mom took me shopping when I first left Helljob, but its kind of embarrassing to wear the same several outfits. Plus I am bad at fashion, since I never really had a need for it during my 4 years at Helljob. I love being able to dress up for work.

Here's to the weekend!

Always his,
HLA

A Day of Service

Yesterday was supposed to be my first day of "housewifery" since I don't start the new job until next week. I was going to go shopping with my Mom and then pick up a few things from the grocery store, hopefully beating Sir home. It ended up being an epic shopping-fest and I didn't make it through the door until almost 5:30. Sir was not upset, since he knows I needed new clothes, but I was upset because I had wanted to be home in time for him. He did comment that he was not expecting me to wear my skirt all day, and that he was impressed when I explained it was because he told me to be in a skirt when he came home and I wasn't sure if I would beat him there or not.

After a rushed dinner of breakfast potatoes and eggs, I was told not to forget my plug time for the evening. I made it through an hour and fifteen minutes before begging out. Today I need to wear my Ben Wa balls--for the entire day--and be all prettied up when Sir gets home. I get the feeling that Sir is going to tear my clothes off. Not that I mind. And yesterday, when I stood up to clear the table from dinner, Sir handed me his plate before I could reach for it. He has gotten so used to me clearing it for him that he knows I will take it--I felt like such an accomplished sub. :)

Orders for today were to finish the laundry. I'm going to have it all folded and put away for him as well, plus organize all my new things for work. I've also been cleaning up around the house so that we can enjoy the weekend together. The downstairs is completely done except for the kitchen, which will probably only take about ten more minutes. Upstairs needs to be vaccuumed and dusted, and our office needs to be straightened up a little. Our guest room needs some more serious work though. We are trying to dump the extra bedset we have, since we will hopefully *knock on wood* be trying to turn it into a nursery at some point in the next year or two. No chance trying until next year at the earliest, but we do need to get used to not having the space for our storage. I mean, my storage. :)

If all goes to plan this afternoon, I will be Little Miss 50s Housewife when Sir comes home from work. Hopefully Sir won't be too tired to play...

Always his,
HLA