I guess getting home early enough last night meant I could still make it out for the park run today. And the weather was so bad! I’m quite proud of myself for doing it, and even Mel looked like a bit of a drowned rat in the rain!

Mel told me that she expected a rehearsal of my routine on Monday, so I’ve spent this afternoon practicing. I really don’t know why I’m doing it now. It’s like a dream, or someone else agreed to it.

Nothing back from Ellie yet. Also, this extra day in February leap year thing is weird!

I’m feeling really confident suddenly, now that I’ve had a new adventure, and was totally up for going on after work on Friday. The problem was that nobody else wanted to stay out! So we had a couple of drinks and then I came home.

I’ve messaged Ellie to see if she wants to meet up sometime.

I spent the whole of today either working or day-dreaming about Saturday night. I haven’t heard anything from Mark, and I’ve no idea how I’d contact Ana (apart from the Belarusian embassy!), and I’ve absolutely no idea what the protocol is around threesomes! Was that the only one? Are they going to call me again? Do they just pick up random women all the time? And maybe men too?

So much to think about.

I can’t work out whether being a submissive naked slave on a Monday night and the extra in a threesome at the weekend is a good or a bad thing. I feel like when I read these lines back in years to come I might think it’s the best years of my life or I’m the most lost fool imaginable.

Oh: and Pilates. I’m still being good about that.

A busy day at work was a bit of a come-down after the past few days! Maybe I just needed a quiet one.

Now I feel like there’s a load I haven’t told Ha about too…

It was weird with Mel tonight. I think my Saturday night adventures have given me some new kind of confidence, which weirdly manifested itself in being ultra submissive.

It was accounts night, and there wasn’t a lot to do. I wasn’t in the yoke this week but was tied at the ankles, knees and wrists again. I sort of wanted to tell Mel about Saturday, but I also wanted to keep it a secret, as if it gave me some power over her. (As if she cared!)

But I was finished catching up in about twenty minutes, so I called to her and asked if there was anything else I could do for her. Anything at all. Obviously, somehow in my mind the fact that I’d now finally had sex with a member of the same sex I was ready to do the same for anyone and everyone. And especially Mel.

Well, she didn’t quite take me up on the offer, because she said if there wasn’t any accounting to be done then I’d have to pay for my life-coaching another way. I had sex on my mind, but she, it seems, had ironing.

So that’s what I did, with my knees and ankles and wrists tied I tried to iron. The board was set up in the middle of Mel’s sitting room and she sat there at a laptop typing away as I, naked and barely able to move, struggled through her clothes.

It was slow going, but it was a remarkably effective turn-on.

Still, I was pretty much kicked out as soon as it was over as she said she was going to meet Jason. I hadn’t heard word of him for a while so I guess that answers one question.

It was a strange evening.