Most days have been pretty good for me lately. If you’ll notice, I have yet to have any (serious) injuries so far this year, and have not seen the doctor about any sprains, strains, or broken bones. It’s a very, very good thing! As good as a lot of my days have been, I still deal with bad days from time to time. Recently, Master had a day where he could work from home, and I got out of bed kind of grumpily. Not that I didn’t want to go, but more that I hadn’t caught a wink of sleep at all the night before, and I had done nothing but toss and turn.
Master could see right away that I was not feeling my best. I was tired, grouchy, and felt like my head was going to explode. Ugh. Master said:
“Man, you just look like you need to be turned over, or something.”
I had no idea what he meant exactly by that, but he told me to lay down on the ground on my back.
“Good, now stretch your legs out in front of you.”
And, of course I did. Then, he grabbed me on one side and rolled me over. I laughed. He laughed.
“There you go Kitty, you should be all better now.”
“Actually,” says me, “The floor is soo comfy, can’t I just sleep here?”
And Master closed the blinds, turned off some lights, put a big blanket over me, gave me some plushies and? And?! And, put Apple Pig’s socks on my hands. I like having my hands in any kind of bondage I can get them in, so you didn’t hear any complaints from me. I curled up with my little sock hands, and I tried to nap. It didn’t happen though, but I gave it the old college try.
It was funny, because it reminded me of a time back when Master and me were first dating. At that point, I worked during the week, and I went to see Master on the weekends. I would bring just enough clothes for the weekend in a backpack, and I would sleep over at his place. Sometimes, I would get days off in the middle of the week, and I would go spend the night with Master then, too.
One such day, Master had gotten up for work, and he let me sleep. When I sleep, I tend to sleep with one hand under my face, and one arm straight out to the side. I must have been half asleep and half awake, because I don’t remember it exactly, but on his way out the door, Master told me he had tied one of my long striped socks to my wrist.
That morning, I had dreams about a strange new world where Masters would punish their slaves by putting a sock on their wrist, and the sock meant they were not to speak, and they were in trouble. I woke up, saw the sock on my wrist, and I cried because I had no idea what I had done to make Master angry with me. When he came home, he saw I was still near tears and he asked me what was wrong.
“You.. You tied a sock on my wrist, and.. And.. sniff, sob What did I do?!”
::Insert bawling noises here::
“Er.. You didn’t do anything wrong. I tied the sock to your wrist, because I thought it would make you laugh when you woke up.”
And, that was when I had realized I must have dreamed the other part. And Master laughed, and he gave me kisses and rubbed my tummy. But, we sometimes will joke about that day, because it’s so funny to us. I have a vivid imagination when I am dreaming I guess.