I get to type in this thing, too, don’t I?

What are we writing here? A how-to column on sliding sheet bend knots? Get out of this diary! What if you read any of it?

What if I do?

I don’t know why I’m still letting you type here with me … I’m very private about these sorts of things, usually.

Perhaps it’s because I’m lying on top of you, and you can’t get up?

No. That’s not it. I like you on top of me.

Even right … here?

Mmm … especially there.

Well, maybe it’s because I’ve gagged you? So this must be a nice way to have a conversation with me. How have you been doing these last few days. Anything of interest, by any chance?

I love you, you know.

Mmm. I love you too, angel. Bad, very bad angel.

Getting distracted with that there?? Hey, look at what I’m typing!! Up here! Mmmm look at this page! I want to ask you something. Tina?? TINAAAAA?

What? What’s wrong?

… Wanna go out for lunch?

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It’s only been a day since I was writing in here, but it seems so long at times. So much can happen in a day.

I’m learning to tie more kinds of knots, and it really interests me at the moment. I love when she ties me up, and she sees how excited I am by it, so she’s been showing me how to do it. And she does it with such ease! Sometimes it feels like she was born to do these things, with the talent she has. She can be so wicked …

“Tell me you’re mine.” – – > she said that to me yesterday, during one of our scenes, and I can’t even describe how much I love to confess that to her. I am hers: all hers. And I like her to know it, just like I know it.

Also, she used a short whip on me yesterday that surprised me. I was so sure I’d like it, and so was she, but something about it bothered me. It stung in the wrong way, and I could take it, but she reads my body so well! She could see the way I was tensing (she told me later), and put it aside to use her hands. I hadn’t felt that sort of strange pain for some time, back when we were experimenting more. But I don’t want her to be afraid to experiment with props some more! I tell her whenever I can how much I enjoy it. She touches my face and moans, and says that she knows.