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We had such plans for today... well He did. The other one of us wanted to eat several meals and go to the gym. His plans coincided in that looking glass kinda way.... he was all for food and the gym, just for different reasons. See He wanted to try out nasty whappy things on one's arse while the blood was thin and flowing L

Of course what happened was we woke up to find the world dark and grey and pissing down with rain. A state that makes neither of us particularly energetic, in fact we both felt like we were crawling in slow motion. It was a state that in ones small slaves case was aided by the fact one simply hadn't eaten enough yesterday. Needless to say we started with breakfast... well a couple of them in the case of one's self.

Then He offered a day of sloth on the couch, cuddled up with some TV shows we needed to catch up on... a little late lunch and then gym. It was an offer too good to pass up on... particularly to a girl on her second cup of morning mouse... which was proving slow to work. Anyway, we played hooky together on the couch with His and her nests, while the rain swept across the sky in torrential gales. It was incredibly slothful and it made one feel so sinful.

Eventually one could resist the lure of the gym no more, even though the thought of nasty whappy things was not filling one with a thrill of girly anticipation at all. It felt more like being punished for being good. In fact as an incentive scheme it completely sucked... and then life stepped in. He started to get sick. Yes smug, relieved gloating is a bad thing... honest one does get that, but as one has no hope of ever getting the good slave trophy...

So leaving Him one scampered off to the gym for a couple of sweat drenched hours followed by lolling around in the sauna. When He picked one up he was an unfortunate shade, though not as green as when one left him. Nevertheless it was a quiet and uneventful night... safe is the word that comes to mind. Maybe upset tummies are the patron saint of slaves...