(Mangled, slashed, mutilated, with apologizes to The Mamas and The Papas)
Monday Monday, will it be good to me,
Monday Monday, would it be all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening I’d know any more, don’t you agree?
Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, what will you be doing to me?
A few days ago, Master announced He would have new training for tsg starting on Monday. tsg fished a little bit for information, as an act of self respect, because she darn well knew He wasn’t going to say anything more. Just let her think on it, wonder about it, get worked up about it, imagine a whole bunch of what ifs… He’s very good at that sort of thing. Hey, if one is going to be played with, it might as well be by the Game Master!
Ha! Not that this is going to be a game, or not just a game. Master does nothing without many layers of motivation and intent. And He did most definitely say training… This should be interesting, especially since tsg is trapped in an almost 24/7 vanilla environment…. Master is clever, freakishly, mad-scientist-brilliantly clever. tsg COULD be in for it, big time.
Well, today is Sunday, and for the most part, tsg didn’t give a second thought to the fact that Sunday would be followed by Monday. Until Master so kindly (because He’s a nice guy) reminded her just as they were saying good night. Typical. He goes to bed with a snicker and a chuckle, whilst poor little slave girl gets to mull it over all night.
Thank You, Master 🙂