  I spent the morning cutting and coiling out lengths of soft rope. 6 ft., 12.ft, taping the ends. I've given my drawer of personal knick knacks the boot and filled it with the tools and toys of this "dark" art that I'm looking to ply. I've equipped the bed with nylon strapping, rings, and fastening points. I've made a spreader bar, all for the pleasure of having Anna tied, stripped, and writhing for me. The thought alone is delightful. I spent the mid morning with Anna's dad. I acquired his services in repairing the massage table that I broke the weekend before. We talked and worked until now it is sure to hold her well for pleasures of massage, and pleasures of play. This afternoon I've secured what I'm going to serve for dinner. I'm about to prep for the scene that I have planned out the last few days.
I'm excited. A little nervous after some miscommunication have been confronted, but the feeling is fueling my desires. I am confident of the scene. Anna knows a scene is coming and with luck the anticipation is working on her as I write. Time will soon tell. 
