I basically quit going to Spanish class because I’m not really learning a damn thing. This whole immersion way of learning where the teachers only speak Spanish in class and you’re supposed to figure out what they’re saying by the hand gestures they make and the context.
How do I know what the fucking context is when I don’t even fucking understand Spanish?!
I also haven’t been going to my sewing class on Tuesday afternoons. I am almost done with making my skirt but I just haven’t felt like going.
This is what happens.
I’m all manic and I fill my schedule with things and then the mania goes away and I have no desire to do these things anymore.
I quit my part-time job. Well, I gave notice that I was resigning at the end of the month. They seemed really sad to see me go and I’ve talked with few managers and co-workers that can’t believe that I am going.
I’m exhausted from working five nights a week, not getting home until 12:30am and then having to wake up at 5:30am. It’s just not working for me anymore.
Especially with my mania gone.
Plus, I thought that I was going to pick up another client and that I would work with the new client on Monday and Tuesdays when I’m not with my primary client.
But, my stupid fucking union won’t let me work more than 40 hours in a week so that’s fucking stupid.
It looks like I may not be able to take on another client since I work 33 hours with my primary client and the new client needs at least 16 hours a week.
I don’t know if I’ll have to get another part-time job, or maybe just work for the new client one day a week. I am not sure.
All I do know, is that I am not working in the evenings every fucking day of the week. I’m so tired of not being home in the evenings.
My support group got suspended because the facilitator that took over when I got burned out of facilitating, basically blew the group up. He did whatever he could to ruin the group, the members and also alienate the facility where we hold the support group.
I’m so disgusted with this damn asshat.
The Ducks have a bye this week and I’m actually happy about it. I can’t wait to have a Saturday where the only thing I have to do is eat pizza and take a carb induced nap.
R is doing very well. He started dating this guy and things seem to be going great for them! They’re still kind of a new thing so it’s all magical but I seriously hope that it stays that way.
It really couldn’t have came at a better time with me getting a new boy and J having a fucking cow.
J still wants to date other people but he’s still having this internal war about “cheating” on me with others even though we are in an open relationship and it’s not cheating.
I have told him that we can “break up” or whatever he needs to do to make himself feel better and he says he doesn’t want that either.
I’m not so sure why I have to be involved in his every thought over the matter. It’s annoying as fuck and I’ve told him that and he’s still doing it. It’s like he can’t focus on anything else but this lame situation at hand.
The new boy is having to learn the hard way, through punishments that he’s got to just calm the fuck down. I think that he’s been allowed to orgasm just a couple times since we started dating like almost two months ago.
When he’s on a streak of a couple days of being a good boy, I’ll allow him to stroke while completing my directions. Edging the whole time.
He went out to a bar last weekend to celebrate a friends birthday. The new boy has never had a drink of alcohol or done any type of drug so I knew that he probably wouldn’t have the best time but he’d enjoy hanging out with his friends. I also think that I told you guys that he’s a major recluse so I was so happy that he was actually getting out of the house.
I let it slide that he didn’t ask me for permission to go out. And, I told him that I was letting it slide. I told him to lay out some clothes so that I could decide what he was going to wear and he told me that he didn’t have time. That he had to meet his friend at 10:30pm and it was like 10pm.
I got super fucking pissed off.
That’s not the way that you treat your Mommy.
For his punishment, he recieved loss of contact for 24 hours which I would have made longer but I wanted to yell at him.
For the rest of his punishment, he had to get naked and get on all fours and spank himself with a plastic spatula from the kitchen. He had to attach a suction cup dildo to his headboard and take as much as he could of that fake cock into his mouth and suck as fast as he could go.
I loved hearing him gag and imagining the tears rolling down his face.
I also made him spank himself while he sucked the cock.
I kept asking him to explain why he was being punished and what he could do to not get punished. Over and over, I made him repeat himself.
I was fucking getting high and playing around on my DVR while he was gagging and deep throating this dildo. It was awesome.
The only part that I didn’t enjoy was that afterwards he was upset for disappointing me, embarrassed at the punishment that he received and he needed some serious aftercare.
The punishment was super intense for him and went on for almost an hour and I really wish that I would have been there so that I could have held him tight and reminded him how much that I love and care for him.
He was crying and I tried my hardest to comfort him but I also had a meeting to get to and I couldn’t stay on the phone with him as long as I would have liked to.
I told him to get some chocolate, get in my panties and a Ducks t-shirt that I sent to him and snuggle into his bed.
When I called him after my meeting (20 mins), he was all better and apologetic about what he had done.
Then the other night we were playing on the phone. He was dressed in my panties and had a butt plug in. I was sending him videos and pictures of me wiggling my toes with socks on (his thing) and he kept asking me to do other things. Like he wasn’t satisfied with what I was sending him.
I made him immediately stop stroking and put his penis away.
That’s what you get when you act like a fucking typical internet man and always just want more, more, more.
I was so fucking irritated.
Right now, I am being paid to blog. Like not actually paid for my blog but I am at work and my client fell asleep so I am being paid to be in the house for safety reasons while he sleeps which means just that. I have to just stay here.
Why not blog, right?!