hoo boy. duckie had clothes on for way too fucking long today. after a long, frustrating flight packed with way too many people and way too much noise, i finally made it to the US and into the warm, perfect embrace of Mistress Amanda’s home.

and y’all. the flight? was a goddamn horror show. i kid you not, the guy in the seat next to me stood up to get something from the overhead bin and ripped the biggest, loudest fucking fart right in my face. like direct hit. the kid in the seat behind us started laughing. i just sat there blinking, trying not to gag on the horrible smell, and wishing i was travelling with Madam – then we get 1st class.

first thing Mistress Amanda did? told me i could undress. thank fucking god. i swear, the second those pants hit the floor, i could finally breathe again. who decided clothes were a good idea anyway? how do people live like that all the time?

tomorrow, i gotta get up early and put that nonsense back on to run some errands. bank run. boring-ass lawyer meeting. lots of sitting and pretending i’m not dying inside. but i’ll survive, because monday evening? Mistress Amanda is having dinner guests. and duckie gets to serve.

now that’s my idea of a good time.

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