Whimsy

Well today we trotted off to the gym to get programmes done. They are brutal programmes if the pain that is starting already is anything to go by, but they are very different. One small slave's is heavy on weights... OMG is it possible to develop a crush on a piece of equipment because one thinks that actually happened... with cardio days interspersed, while His is essentially interval training with a bit of equipment thrown in for toning. His job actually involves a lot of lifting and he has no real desire to get any bigger across the shoulders... there are t-shirts he wants to reunite with... all of them geeky J

In amongst His programme though he requested a bit of boxing... colour one surprised. It was interesting watching though that He, who is the least athletic of persuasion, showed a natural aptitude for it. Watching this it looked like fun... to the extent that one considered joining Him as part of the cardio component of one's own programme. And there was where things developed a strange looking glass turn for the... worse seems a little dramatic, but one will go with that.

See boxing gloves are a bit like bowling shoes... fastidious people are inclined to want their own and they aren't expensive. So of course He wants gloves of his own and turning to one he asks, can I buy you a pair too?

Now, one was a little surprised at this offer... He is a generous man, but doesn't normally offer to buy one small slave sporting equipment. So with a feeling of slight trepidation one said yes... waiting for the other shoe to fall.

Oh good I know just the pair I want to get you, He said brightly.

The hairs raised just a little...

I saw this fabulous pair of Playboy boxing gloves in the shop opposite your work. They are full leather, have the logo on them and are bright pink.

Now personally one goes for rather sombre workout gear... black 'cos you get sweaty and subsequently dirty... all of it the same... 'cos it is damn hard to find gear that has a racer back and will actually go across 38F breasts and all of it terribly practical and easy to clean. It's a strange concept, but generally one goes to the gym to sweat. Looking stylish or cute is not on the agenda...

And to this mix He wants to add pink Playboy boxing gloves.

For one brief and hopeful minute one thought He was taking the piss...

He wasn't L

In fact no amount of pointing out the fabulous red ones while we were out shopping for His gloves seemed to sway him...

Look if they aren't suitable He said, referring to the Playboy ones, I will get you a pair of those, pointing to the bright pink Everlasts.

Don't want pink gloves.

I think you'll look cute in them He replied. They're whimsical, He added.

This is His way of trying to level the gym playing field isn't it? He is trying to handicap one small slave. Oh and buying one a red squash racket... that was just carrying on the aversion therapy wasn't it? L