june 25

Under the guidelines given me, today is a day that I could masturbate to orgasm, with twenty minutes to do so.
At 01:50 this morning, I started in, cold.... that is, with no prior arousal that might have come from looking at porn, or any of a number of ways I used to get myself aroused.
With a rather odd fantasy, that I've already told Her about, and won't detail here, going through my head, I was able to cum, at 02:11.
I got some sleep, and spoke to Her on the phone, telling Her of my fantasy, and that it took 21 minutes.
She said, "Then, tomorrow, you only get fifteen minutes."
Which I did not consider harsh at all.  Wednesday is going to be a very busy day,  and there would be no time for it, not even fifteen minutes.

I got up, to doing the various tasks assigned me.
The first was vacuuming my living room floor.
For what I would call a 'normal' person, in a 'normal' house, where vacuuming is done weekly, more or less, this would not be a big deal.
However, the last time I vacuumed was.... hmmm... don't honestly remember, so, um, it was a .... chore.
I spent most of the time on my hands and knees with the hand-vac attachment, getting up against the walls, in the corners, moving many things out of the way.  After a good 90 minutes of that, I stood up, and used the upright to give the floor the finishing touch.
Then I got out my wet-spot-vacuumer, and spot cleaned various places on the carpet.
(Let's say, my 12 year old chihuahua still doesn't have total control of her bladder, and leave it at that.)

Then, I went upstairs, into the bathroom.
I cleaned the 6 1/2' by 3' mirror,  then I wiped down the 6 1/2' x 2' double-sink counter, and cleaned the sinks.
Then I scrubbed the toilet.
Then I swept, and disinfected, and mopped the floor.
I gathered up a couple bags worth of newspapers and trash to take downstairs, and out to the dumpster.
And I pounded down some carpet nails, that were sticking up through some frayed carpeting, that were found to be quite annoying to barefoot folks walking on them.

During the downstairs cleaning, I came across two items that I had forgotten about:
1. A hearing amplifier.  Not a medical hearing aid, but an "as seen on TV" hearing amplifier, that I used to use for watching TV,  when I had a roommate, and she complained that she could hear the tv better from upstairs, than I could, when sitting in front of it downstairs. So I acquired this, to watch tv at a lower volume.
Those that have around me recently, are aware of the challenge of getting me to hear whatever they have to say, which seems to depend on background noise, the volume of their speaking, etc.
So, I shall try wearing this thing, while in certain company, and see how it goes.
2. My Viagra.   Not 'mine', in that I never had a prescription for it,  but my father's, which Mother sent to me, when my ex-girl friend was complaining that I .... oh never mind.
 At any rate, some 40 pills....  I'll wait to hear Mistress's wishes regarding the disposition of it.

I notified Mistress by text, that I had finished all the requested tasks.
She replied:
 "I'm proud of you!.  You may masturbate for one hour and cum, if you wish.  AND,  you may make a request of me, if you desire.  Give me a list of five and I will choose one for you."

Wow! What a loving, generous Mistress!

I have yet to use the masturbation gift, as I had homework to do for a class tonight.
I'm still thinking about the list, to send her.

In other news, I wrote, long ago, about blackstrapmaster,  who disappointed me deeply, in his failure to show up to Moonburn, on May 4.  He notified me via message through spankthishookups that he wasn't coming.   He could have sent me a personal email, or text, or even made a phone call, but messaged me THAT way, which I might not have seen....  and didn't give a reason.
I was disappointed, then angry, for the longest time.
Through a forgiveness workshop at my church, I learned how to forgive him, how to let go of my expectations of him, and just let it go, and let him be him,  and love him for who he is, not who I expect him to be.
And I wrote an email to him, a few days ago,  saying I forgive him, etc.
He replied today,  "Okay, let's talk at Moonburn"  ...which would be, July 6.
Then he sent another email, "Better would be, call me now, let's talk."
I did.
We talked.
All is good between us, and maybe ... I'm not setting any expectations this time... maybe... I'll see him at Moonburn.