Today is a trauma anniversary.
I made it through the morning. Boss is asleep. We did the session with the S word written all over my body again. I’ve been told to leave it on all day. I’ve compromised with ling pants and a T with my arms and face cleaned off and I’ve taken some prn. I see my pdoc tomorrow, and it’s an early appt so ‘playtime’ will be limited. Don’t think I should be doing tasks at all before my pdoc appt - I can probably bring myself to lie and say the appt is at 8am rather than 9am. That would rule out a lot.
I think that simulating sex (not how boss phrases it) with a shoe that I wear to the dog park crosses my “don’t make yourself sick” boundary. I’m prone to UTIs - hopefully I’ve cleaned up enough. I had the embarrassment of last time I got a uti, they gave me the standard antibiotic and it didn’t work, and the doc wanted to know what I’d done to give me the kind of infection I had because “That’s really unusual for a UTI unless you’ve been...”. Definitely licking inside the toilet bowl is crossing a boundary. Should I delete that comment? I actually did that. Boss has a pic of it. Boss has a lot of video footage. Likes me to include my face. And geodata on the pics probably gives him the address of my apartment building.
Been told to get a nipple piercing. That kind of terrifies me actually. Firstly because I’d have to take my top off and have some piercing person touching me. But you’d potentially see that under my clothes as well, right? Because the work I do and the climate here, I mostly wear crop tops and singlets. I don’t think I can go there. But anyway it would require making an appointment, so hopefully I’ll be done by then anyway. Boss says we’re working up to a tattoo at the top of my inner thigh saying “Boss’ slave”. That doesn’t just rule out bikinis. How would you explain that to a boyfriend if I ever had one 10 years from now?
I’ve got serious brain fog going on at the moment. I swing between extremes of “fk this isn’t under control anymore” and “Sideways, find a tattoo palour and get it done, you’ll feel better, this is perfect for you”.
Today is a bad day though. So I think maybe I’m tracking alright. I’ve taken the dog collar off (breaks the rules) and removed both the inserted things (2 broken rules). I really need to not get a UTI.
Sometimes I feel frightened. Too much of the time I feel like agreeing to boss’ request for a blackmail contract because this is how I want to live now.
I really hate this time of year.