I woke up this morning, after a million nightmares, it seems.

Last night was wonderful, Master took me out for a drink at some pretentious wine bar. I had a Malibu Barbie, and he had a Dirk Diggler. Mine had coconut milk, sake, and creamy goodness. It was delicious, and probably hopelessly fatty. I’m yoga-ing it off at the moment.

Master was treated to a full body massage when we got home, with lavender oil. After he was pleasured, I was chained to the bed, and we both fell asleep. I’m not sure why I had so many nightmares, it’s not like I have them all the time. Some were about my sister, and her yelling at me. It was so strange. I was so angry, but I couldn’t fight back. She’s not exactly the type to take me on in an argument in that way.

Master is coming home from work early, so he can take me to the independent theatre to see The Princess Bride with his niece. She’s older than I am, and I get a sick tickle of pleasure from that thought. Master is 10 years older than me, and that is always fun territory to play with.

I think today I’ll work more on my abs with balancing postures. There is only some cereal in the house, and considering that Master is taking me to dinner tonight, and that Barbie last night, I’m going to need to work out hard today.

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