Assignment for the 29th of July 2011

Synopsis:
i was to continue my catheter training, but i was allowed to drink regular water now so i may cleanse for 48 hours. Today i was to also have my purple dildo and vibrating butt plug inserted, with cling wrap holding it all in.

Assignment:
i did not sleep well last night. i did cry my way to sleep, and did wake up several times. Lots was weighing on my mind, and the huge chunk being that the 30th was the 1 month anniversary with Miss. However, i ruined it and now we won't be celebrating it together. After waking up a few times, it was eventually time for me to get up. Removing my mask, collar and cuffs i would rise from the ground next to my bed where i sleep. The entire time i know my mind was preoccupied with more thoughts of my stupidity.
Making my way to the washroom, i would immediately go through my usual routine. First emptying the catheter to a bottle so i could store in the fridge later. Then once empty i would remove the catheter and bag to clean. Next step was my shower, with the customary enema at the end. Once the bag was filled, and the nozzle wedged to my butt, i did kneel to the shower floor. Unlike other times though i did curl to a ball, and while the enema drained to me i cried, and cried and cried. i miss Her...Through my tears i did give myself the 2 enemas before exiting to dry my body, my tears and expel the enema contents to the toilet.
Once the catheter and bag were reattached, i would exit the washroom to choose my clothes for the day. Before dressing, i did prepare my task for the day. First i inserted my purple dildo to my pussy, then i inserted my vibrating butt plug into my rear. Next with the cling wrap from the kitchen (and being in the kitchen) i began to wrap around my waist and between my legs, making sure to not get in the way of the catheter, yet in a way so it would hold both toys in my orifices. Once it was all tight i made my way to my room to get my clothes on, choosing today to wear of course no underwear or bra, my black skirt, with a black and white top.
As i finished dressing, next on my agenda was breakfast. Not feeling too energetic, or even happy, i just choose a banana and an apple. Drinking with it a bottle of fresh water. i did make sure to pack my 1 liter bottle of water, and carry a few empty bottles to work so i can "recycle" at work for when i am to drink it again. For now i was slightly happy for the allowed fresh water from Master. Although my feeling of depression had carried through my whole afternoon.
My drive to work was rather non-eventful. i did make sure to have the butt plug on low setting before i got into the car. However my mood put a damper on any of the pleasure. Or maybe i have just gotten used to it from past training. At work i found out i was to be on the phone the whole day in the call center. My whole day was pretty uneventful, calls, a mild day for customers. i made sure to go empty the catheter bag when it was full, taking my big bag with me so i could harvest the contents to bottles.
When lunch came around i had some left over steamed vegetables from the other night, with it i drank just water from my liter bottle. During that time i did take the free time to make a confirmation call to my new black friend. Master wished to to set up an event with him for tomorrow which i confirmed. He did say to meet him earlier, then later in the night there would be a party. Besides that i will not go into more details and ruin the surprise to the blog readers.
The rest of my day dragged on. i made sure to drink a liter of water almost every hour to hour and a half. i did not really feel the embarrassment of the catheter or even the toys wrapped to me. i did worry about my events for Saturday, but not as much as i was sad. About an hour after my break i did go to empty my catheter bag into a bottle, and at that time i felt like i was having an anxiety attack. i curled to a corner of the handicap washroom and cried more. Holding tissue in my hand i balled my eyes out. My many days being away from Miss has been really building up.
i did carry on after i cleaned up holding back tears, yet feeling very moody for the rest of the day. Nothing too much more happened. Work ended early for me. i had a slow drive home, listening to slow sad music. Even went through a road block, which i was waved through without any problems. Made it home to a simple salad with no dressing, drinking more water. i don't think my mind wandered much from the thought of hurting and disappointing my Miss. So much She would get rid of me for a while. i just feel lost and heartbroken. i never use the word "cunt", but that is all i am...a stupid cunt.