Mind games

or maybe a better title would be "games the mind plays".......

Lucky spoiled subbie i am .. Sir came out to the Island and took me for lunch yesterday...... to a little blues place that makes the world's best smoke meat and fries.. the nausea monster was napping and so i gobbled down the greasy yummy smoke meat (not on any diet i know of) and it tasted so good....... the sunshine warmed my body.. and the blues took me miles away from the mess that is work....... As we were finishing up lunch Sir told me that He would be out for dinner..... and that if i felt like it.. perhaps a little pussy training would be in order for the evening........ clamps - 20 minutes on 20 minutes off - how long i asked from when to when?? Sir said wear them when you are organizing your tax receipts...

On the drive back to work..... i questioned Sir.. probed and prodded and probably made a perfect ass of myself.......... "it is easier to be ordered than left to my own decision You know Sir" "why didn't You just order it?" and each question brought the same answer.. "if your body is up to it then do it........ if your body is not up to then don't" BUT i got to decide .. and you know that just isn't right....... too much wiggle room....... and yeah yeah i know Sir wasn't gonna be with me so how would He know if my body was up for it after a long day at work.. and on day #6 of the lil white pills?? only i would know.. and yet .. and still.. i wanted the order.. my strength is weak.. my strength of conviction and dedication even more so........

On the way home i thought long and hard.... about clamps on my pussy..... it is truthfully just about the only thing that doesn't hurt.. isn't fatigued.. isn't nauseous..... and so why not clamps on it while i gather up and organize my tax receipts???

Supper - or what passed for supper - over ..... i went up to the office and pulled out the box that holds the receipts......... and................. the phone rang......... almost an hour later i hung up.. and looked at the box of receipts and tugged out a few papers ........... and........
the phone rang again..........

Before i knew it the body had given up the ghost.. it was definitely bath and bedtime.....
Now i wonder this morning....... did i fail at the task of clamping my pussy?? Not in the terms that were set down... i was to do them while i worked on the receipts.. i never actually got to the receipts....... so i didn't actually goof off............

BUT in the back of my mind is the thought..... i could have done the clamps while i was chatting on the phone.. i could have.......... ahhhhhhhh the games the mind can play......