Day 6 with my NEW BIG BOOBS !!

22 November, 2006

i don't know how women can go back to work after only 5 days! Its beyond me. i may as well be shuffling along in a full body cast. my ribs and shoulder blades are even killing me now. i can't drive and i'm light headed after a little exertion. Yesterday i had a driver! It reminded me of The Driver and Miss Daisy (or whatever its called) although i'm not Daisy, i don't feel bright and springy like a Daisy, i'm not rich and i'm not old and my driver was not a chauffeur but instead the same cab driver who brought me medicine and soup the day before. He brought me my favorite butternut squash soup from my favorite soup shop in town, twenty dollars later. i drank the entire quart through a straw! Some things are worth their price.

Like these boobs! Wow, i'm still in a stupor.

Maybe its that i went big and i'm so little. The doctor did say that although i'm not technically petite, i am little. i know what he means. i'm not tiny-tiny, but i am tiny. my long limbs mean i'm not consistently petite.

Okay -- that was yesterday -- Day 5. Once the doctor told me that i should stop worrying about ripping apart stitches and that i should move around, i stopped fretting about every aching move. Afterall, my muscles have been THROBBING and DYING for release! You could say i've had blue balls! Now that i am stretching my muscles, it is helping. Gosh, even my shoulders feel more weight than they used to -- before it was metaphorical, now its LITERAL! God i need RELEASE from the pain!

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Okay, so i moved around more. Last night was the first night without painkillers. i'm in PAIN! i probably did too much after the doctor told me i should start moving around. i took this to mean i could clean my house. i'm nauseous! i've got a splitting headache! my shoulders, my back, my ribs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sleeping on my side is impossible. The weight of these tits is MASSIVE! It reminds me of nursing -- its like these things are filling up with milk to the point that they might burst! i don't know whether to wear a bra or not! i want the freedom but the freedom is HEAVY!

Master gave me the privilege of unlimited orgasms through Wednesday (today). Since the doctor said i could now move around more and stretch the pained muscles, i decided that upon going to bed last night, i'd try out an orgasm.

i reached my fingers to my twat -- twitching arm muscles and all. i came in less than three minutes. Thank God (or rather, Master) for all that orgasm control over the past two years! It used to be that it would take me 30 minutes minimum to orgasm and that's because i was masturbating every 30 minutes!

The three minute orgasm was GRAND but now i know for sure that my clit is attached to my nipples. Right upon climax, a piercing pain shot through my nipples and it remained as a repeated stabbing needle like that of a sewing machine! i saw in my mind, one of those delicate little chains with clamps -- it formed a triangle -- one nipple to the other nipple to the clit and back to the nipple again. So much for privileges -- i'm not going to have any more orgasms until i am fully recuperated!

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They gave me some panties on the day of the operation. The nurse said they were for privacy. (Who cares about privacy under the circumstances?!) Master and i both agreed that for surgical issue panties, they weren't bad. W/we expected granny briefs but instead, they were silky pale blue bikinis.

i guess they were okay enough because i wore them for 5 days straight! i couldn't help it. Sometimes being a slob has its merit. my hair was unkempt, my pussy was wafting a sweet pungency. Master said it would be wise to take a washcloth to my twat before going to the doctor's office yesterday which i did end up doing. Had i not, i'm certain the dogs would have broken out of the pound to find me through scent alone.

i myself am a dog! i can't help it -- the scent is intoxicating. i could sniff my way through anything. i can find my way all around Master's body by scent. i'd be perfectly content to nuzzle up under His armpit or at His groin right between the ball sack and His muscular thighs. i often wedge my nose up there just to take a nap. i love His scent, my scent, scented candles, the smell of rain and chimney smoke hitting cool air. A delicate fragrance, a heavy odor -- i'm your olfactory girl!

i took off the panties and rather than throwing them in the wash, i folded them up into a neat little square and placed them at my vanity. i want to show Master! i may even save them this way for posterity! The scent is strong but it is delicious as in a toxic sweet! i could put this to my nose just as i might put a blindfold to my eyes and i'd sleep a sound slumber from the sensory caresses.

i'm completely off track here! Point is, i did finally take off the panties.

As to more of the slob thing -- well, i had saltine cracker crumbs littering my bed and the floor. i didn't care! i had either been nibbling at them and dropping crumbs like a squirrel with a nut or i had been crushing them against my lips like a hungry drunkard. In each case, i appeared to have cracker crumb dandruff on the large zip up top of 5 days. i didn't much care! i still felt pretty.

What does get me though, EVERY SINGLE TIME, is aesthetics. At least if the crumbs are consistent -- at least if they are the only thing scattered, i can accept them. For instance, i had my two favorite little people scurrying around to align piles of paper and mail and magazines. At least if the piles of stuff everywhere LOOKED perpendicular or parallel and tidy, i wouldn't feel so off-kilter or out of control. At least if disarray looks deliberate and arranged in a pleasing composition (like the dirty dishes contained to ONE sink rather than two or the conglomeration of pillows in one lofty still-life per room), i'll sink into it all rather than cringe.

So i let go ......................... and i drifted through Days 1, 2, 3, and 4. The painkillers helped.

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Funny things feel soothing. Having people wait on me is welcome. The sound of motorcycles and skateboards tearing up my property sounds like a lullaby. i'm relaxed. i'm at home. All i kept thinking was ... i'm at home, i'm at home, i'm with the people who mean THE MOST to me ... i'm in love, i'm at home, i NOW HAVE BIG TITS AND i CAN'T WAIT TO HIT THE BEACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my cat was CONSTANTLY at my feet keeping me warm. i think this must be how Master relates to me! my cat is a good cuddly affectionate KNOWING slave. Last night when i was so out of sorts and unable to sleep, my cat moved from my ankles to my knees. He came closer but at a respectful distance -- he didn't want to be presumptuous, i suppose, but he wanted me to know he was there and that he would stay there. i LOVE this cat's mentality! We're kin!

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i can't wait to write about Day 1 ! i told my doctor that not only am i thrilled with everything (but for the feeling ill and immobile and fat due to eating and not working out), but that i am equally happy with the experience itself. i'd like to write personal thank you notes to the staff! i told him that the experience itself will be a memory to add to my collection box. It is another keepsake. i almost cried when relating this to him!

i can't wait to write about Day 1 because it is romantic. i can't wait to articulate all the idiosyncrasy that finally now is an accepted trait, a welcome and most perfect flaw. i can't believe that i'm loving myself even without wearing make-up! i think its because i feel Master's pride in me and that makes a complexion glow ... even more than my Chanel Double Perfection matte reflecting foundation. ~wink~