January 10, 2001

The trips to the gym are starting to get a bit easier - meaning that i might even figure out a routine yet of at least going every other day - and get used to the fact that i have to walk right through the 'jock' area in order to get to the equipment i want to work with.  i detest that part.  

     i also feel like a real dork when i move the weight limit up to the bare minimum and then grunt like it's a hundred pounds.  Meanwhile the guy beside me really is pushing that much.  Oh well; if i catch them snickering i'll just use my advancing age as a excuse.  Heh!

     Speaking of age - i've discovered that even though i'm only 6.5 years away from fifty (but who's counting eh?) - i'm still not immune to the idea of having my ego stroked.  While walking home today, one of the snow removal guys was buzzing along in his tractor thingy (i haven't a clue what the machine is really called) and catching my eye, smiled and waved.  i was totally surprised and found myself smiling back even while the thought drifted through my mind that if he knew how old i was he might not have waved at all.  Then i scolded myself for negativity and just enjoyed the moment for what it was.

     In fact, i enjoyed it enough to share with Master.  And shared the information that there's this other guy at the gym who's a biker sort of type. i must be some sort of magnet - the words 'i like motorcycles' reflected in my eyes or something.  i do still like them though, and i doubt that fact will just simply go away. Which could account for the fact that i'm listening to a biker radio station right now.  Good thing i have a headset, so i'm the only one to hear it.  Master would gag.

     Himself took the prototype of the day cuff to a jeweller and had it done up in a lovely silver chain.  It's truly beautiful!  He surprised me with it this past saturday, putting it around my left wrist just before we left for a dinner at our friends' house.  Once we arrived at their home, He unwrapped the extra length of it from my wrist, attached the opposite end to my right wrist and left it like that for the rest of the evening.  

     my head went to a very nice place immediately.  The length of chain dangling between each wrist is enough to allow me to eat, or serve wine and etc; yet is just restrictive enough that each movement has to be thought about carefully first.   i found myself moving slower and in fact it felt like i was moving much more gracefully.  Some of the motion was similar to that of wearing a kimono and having to push the extra length of sleeve gently away.  

     i don't think i can express enough how much i like the concept of the day cuff and what it can do to my mind.  i like knowing that i'll only be wearing it on His whim - that i might go to work or the gym one day and be ordered to wear it.  That we may be at someone's house and He'll attach me to a chair or simply both wrists together again.  That i could effectively be attached to the grocery cart and have to stay right beside it so people don't notice - or His belt loop, and the responsibility is mine that i don't break the chain.   

     And when i'm not hooked up to something, it becomes a piece of jewellry that the vanilla world won't recognize as anything else.  That part is fun.

      Another friend was here the other day (same fellow that an hour later was showing me how to use the gym equipment 'ouch') and came up with even more ideas.  Let's just say i'm really glad i don't have any genital or nipple piercings!

      Now if i could only work up the same amount of enthusiasm for the stairmaster as the gym ....

Note:  i've archived the last year - see the link "2000" in the left margin :)