Break

The beginning of the month is normally the busiest at work. This month is no different unfortunately. Although this seems busier than normal. It feels like my brain is numb right now. My job is not very physically exhausting (although sometimes I get sore just from the way I have to sit or how many files I have to carry) but mentally? Holy hell. It can be one of the most boring jobs in the world when it's slow. During those times I want nothing more than to have something to do so that the time will go by more quickly.

This week? I don't feel like I have enough time to get everything done. Seriously. It blows goats. And of course our entire department is under overtime restriction. We can't do more than 3 hours of overtime in a pay period. I'm very close to going over that. So of course I have to slam as much as I can into the time I have to do it.

Today I am hoping that next week is better. I am honestly surprised I haven't crashed out before 10pm all week. Instead, I've had a touch of insomnia. Last night I didn't go to bed until midnight and even then Master had to order me to bed and I still had a hard time falling asleep. I think I tossed and turned for about a half hour.

Although there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I had originally thought that I wouldn't have an extended weekend until Thanksgiving. That has now changed. The driver of my car pool is taking off quite a bit of time recently. I've gone to work by taking our car and driving the other person in our carpool back and forth. No big deal. However, when she told me she was taking off October 28th I decided I would too. For no reason other than I could.

I've been busting my tail at work and doing my damn best to stay on top of everything, and that includes everything at home of course. So I decided I'm not waiting until fucking November. I'm getting a three day weekend before that! So take that!

Frustrated

It seems that lately nothing is really going the way I would like it to. Either it's not happening at all or it's not happening fast enough. It's one of those two things.

Finances are fucked until my next paycheck.

There are things that I would like to happen before said paycheck, but of course they all require money.

So, I have the next 8 days to get through before I can do anything about any of it.

Master is just as frustrated as I am, if not more so. Sometimes I wish I had that damn remote control from the movie "Click" with Adam Sandler and Christopher Walken. Every week would be paycheck week. Sometimes I really miss having a paycheck in my hand every week. It was easier in one aspect, in so far as that I didn't have to wait so long in case I needed cash. On the other hand it was harder to budget for bills and what not.

Can't win for losing.

I can't bitch too much because we have a roof over our head, food to eat, food for the animals and some gas in the car. You know, the stuff you need. It's all the other stuff. Granted we may not need them but it's not like they are complete luxuries either. It's the small day to day stuff.

Yeah, yeah I know. We're not that bad off. There are plenty of people that are worse off than we are. And I understand that. It's just frustrating living paycheck to paycheck without really getting ahead.

Wanna Go For A Ride?

One of the things that I used to love doing was to just hop in the car and go for a drive. No purpose, no real destination, just get in the car and ride around for a while. Sometimes I did it out of boredom, sometimes I did it because I found it relaxing and then there were the times I did it because I was stressed or just had a lot on my mind.

I don't know why but when I'm stressed out of just want to try and roll things around in my head driving around was one of my favorite ways of doing it. I could blast music that fit my mood, roll down the windows... and just drive.

I don't know if other people did/do this as well, but I think I enjoy it or find it some what therapeutic is because my family did a lot of "joy rides" when I was growing up.

We went to car shows near and far, we drove around just to have a good time and then stop at Dairy Queen and get some ice cream before heading back home. It was something for us to do and we all enjoyed it. My dad is a bit of a car nut. Although not as much as he use to be. He once drove to Alabama to pick up a car he bought sight unseen. These days? Well, over the past five years he has sold two of his prized possessions. One was a 1958 Chevrolet Yeoman Wagon. That was the one he drove to Alabama for. He sold that about 5 years ago because he didn't have time to work on it anymore. Then he sold his Honda Goldwing, which wasn't one of his prized possessions but he had loved it at one point. And now... well now he just sold his 1963 Cadillac. Why? Because, again, he didn't really have time to work on it.

Me? I used to have a 1988 Oldsmobile Toronado. I loved that car. It was the first car I ever bought on my own. It seemed so futuristic to me at the time. The whole dash was electronic, all green. Your speed was in bright green numbers. The console was in the middle, which I loved. I just really loved that car. She died on me and it sucked. I remember being sad when I had to get rid of her. (Yes I believe cars have a gender. The Toronado was a girl.)

I would drive her all over the place simply because I wanted to go for a car ride.

Then I had my 1993 Ford Taurus. I didn't really care for the car. I didn't particularly want it, but it was what I could afford at the time. The head gasket blew on that car and the repair was more than I paid for the car itself, so I junked the bitch.

Now I have a 2001 PT Cruiser. I love her. She is awesome. Even Master loves the car. But I know that sooner rather than later we'll have to get a newer car. I'm hoping that we can actually get a car we want instead of one we have to settle for. We both would prefer another PT Cruiser. But I know we'll end up with what we end up with. It'll all depend on finances and timing.

I wish the gas prices were cheaper. I hopped in the car tonight shortly after I got home to run down to the store and do a quick errand. As soon as I got in the car a song I really love came on. For that brief moment it took me back to the times where I would just drive around simply because I wanted to, enjoying the car and the music. What I find odd though is that I was in the car for a total of maybe 15 minutes round trip.

I miss doing that. Master and I use to go for rides for no particular reason all the time. Then again gas was a lot cheaper back then. Damn gas prices.

Monday From Hell

Okay, so today fucking blew goats. I got up and it started off like any Monday. I woke up, wanted to stay in bed, got up anyway, got dressed, took the dog out and then waited for my ride to show up.

It just went down hill from there. There is a lot of construction on the interstate that is going on. Well, they ended up changing the traffic pattern yet again. The exit that we normally take to go to work has been a left exit forever. Well, in the city's divine wisdom they decided to make it a right exit now. *blinks* What the fuck?! Add to that the fact that it wasn't very clearly marked; or if it was it was marked before our on ramp. Either way we ended up going in the completely wrong direction and it took us a half hour to get back on track. Needless to say I was late to work.

I absolutely hate being late to work. It makes the rest of my day feel so damn rushed. My work day was overwhelming. I had things upon things upon things to accomplish. I tried asking my supervisor to let me do overtime over our allotted amount. He denied it saying, "Let me know what it looks like later in the week." Really?! Dude I'm drowning over here. So then I told him that, for today at least, I needed help. This is my first time in this department (over a year now) that I've ever asked for someone to help me to lighten my load. Normally I'm the one helping others, asking for more work, etc. I bust my ass to make myself look good. Well apparently there was no way I could get any help because only one other person in the department knows how to do what I do, and she's the new girl.

Yeah...

Okay, whatever. Bad work day. I get out of work and go wait by the driver of the carpool's car. The other person in the carpool and I are waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Eventually she sent a text saying she was caught up on some project or other. We ended up waiting 20 minutes and finally she was out. I was late getting home.

So no one in the carpool had a good day.

I get home from work and I kick into docile mode. Sometimes when I've had a really bad day I slip into this docile mode. I guess it's my way of trying to relax when I'm extremely sore and just in a mentally beaten mood. As a result of my getting home late it feels like the night has been flying by, which means I'll want to break the alarm in half tomorrow morning.

Sentences

I haven't had to write out sentences as a form of punishment for lesser offenses in a long time. I would say at least three years.

Sometimes Master has me run to the store for Him with His wallet or we'll be in the car and pull up to a gas station and He'll hand me His wallet. Either way I wind up with His wallet in my purse. Now some of you might say, "Why don't you just take the card instead of the whole wallet?"

I would answer that it just seems easier to both of us. Also, that way I don't get His bank card confused with the one I have in my pocket book. Well, when it comes to giving Master His wallet back it goes one of two ways. First, He still has His jeans on so I just hand it back to Him. No big deal. The other way is that we're at home and Master has taken His jeans off. Master and I are both pretty much nudists at home. Sometimes I'll grab one of His shirts or a robe. Master will either be nude or He'll be wearing His boxer briefs and possible a t-shirt.

During those times, where He doesn't have His pants on right that moment, it is my job to put His wallet back into His pants pocket. For the longest time I was at 50/50 odds or putting it back in the correct pocket. It always annoyed Master when it wound up in the incorrect pocket. For one, He says it feels weird because He's not use to His wallet being in that pocket. Secondly, if He isn't paying attention He might think He forgot or lost His wallet because it's not in the usual place.

Since I wasn't getting any better at putting His wallet in the correct pocket Master told me that He would tell me which pocket was correct one more time and after that I would have to write sentences regarding which pocket His wallet went into. It may seem trivial but as I said it annoyed Him and is one of more simplistic tasks that really there was no excuse for not doing it right.

So tonight we get home from going to visit His mother. I had Master's wallet in my purse since we had stopped at the gas station on the way home and He had me run inside. He had made it into the apartment first, but had slipped out of His jeans already. As a result it fell to me to put His wallet back. He sat there and watched me try and remember which was correct. Now, you may think it would be easy because He's right handed. But for some stupid reason I wasn't sure if that had anything to do with which pocket they went into because either way His keys go into the opposite front pocket.

I begged Him to tell me which was correct because I had a headache and couldn't remember right then. He chuckled and said no. He reminded me that I had been given my last warning the last time this happens. So there I am, staring at His jeans like an idiot with His wallet in my hand. Finally I put the wallet in His right back pocket and hoped for the best. Master got up, checked, and said "Damn, you ruined my fun."

I had put it in the correct pocket. Apparently Master was looking forward to giving me sentences to write out.

Little Help?

Okay, I've been trying to figure this out for a while now but can't seem to figure it out. I want to make it so that the "reactions" section of my blog has white text instead of black. Also, I want to figure out how to get the description of the blog to show up next to the blog title. Any suggestions, tips, or tricks would be appreciated!

Fantasize

Today has been an extremely lazy Saturday, so rather than type out a bunch of boring stuff I decided I would dig around on the submissive journal prompts website and go from there. 

Write out three of your favorite sexual fantasies.

Most of my fantasies are ones that will most likely never be fulfilled. It's either due to the fact that we'd get arrested if caught or the opportunity will probably never present itself.  So here we go.

1. I have fantasized for a long time about Master and I going into a wooded area (preferably during the fall so there won't be so many damn bugs) and He would bind my wrists. Maybe He would tie them to a tree, or maybe He would just use them to pin me down with His hand. Perhaps He would use it like a very short leash and just move me around by them. Any of those scenarios sound hot to me. He would have a blanket with Him and throw it out on the ground and push me onto it. I would have a short skirt on and a tight but giving top. He would flip my skirt up so that it was bunched around my hips while He got me on all fours. He is already hard as He pulls His cock out and slams it into me. I think the hardest part would be keeping myself quiet. Maybe He would pin me to the ground by putting His hands on my shoulders as He continue to use me as His sex toy. Yes, I would love it if this scenario were to happen and I was not allowed to cum. He was just horny, in the woods, and decided that He was going to use my pussy as a masturbation sleeve basically. Yummy.
2. The second one would be if we would go out to a bar or some kind of club that had tables and the lighting was always low; to the point that it was damn near pitch black. We would be sitting in the back of the club and we would be talking about whatever or drinking what we had ordered. There would be several people sitting at other tables very close by. The music would have a lot of bass to it and wouldn't be so loud that you couldn't hear other people talking. Master would grab my collar, pull my face close to His mouth. He would gently nip my ear and order me to get on my knees under the table and suck Him off. So there I would be, sucking His cock using all of my whorish tricks and Him sitting there, seemingly by Himself just enjoying His drink and the music. Not only would this be a public place where you might get caught doing something like that anyway, but there would be people literally in the booth next to us. 
3. Okay, last one... And I already know it's going to sound silly. We would go to a drive-in movie theater. You know, the kind where all you do is park your car, turn on your radio and watch the movie after dark. Yeah, those. I know it wouldn't be possible in our current car but for some reason I picture us with a car where you can lay down in the back. Any kind of sexual interaction, sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, etc would be just fine with me. I know that sound rather like a teenage scene or something, but I think I would love it. 

So there you go. If you want to share any of yours feel free to comment!