Saturday, November 22, 2014

Drifting away



Maybe it's the continual onslaught of Christmas carols, but honestly one just finds it harder and harder to engage with social media. Fet, which one has had some personal issues with for some time and has often produced a mild sense of dear gods you are too stupid to live has, up until now, produced a lot of laughs (OK, often for the wrong reasons). Now it just makes one feel more and more alienated. The monumental onslaught of stupidity just makes one feel... actually not sure what it makes one feel... despair for the human race/ marvel that so many have survived for so long? Whatever it is, the end result of reading it just makes one feel more blue than anything else and honestly one isn't that masochistic.

Writing this blog makes one feel similarly. Despair, grief, teary...
OK seasonal depression might be upon one...
And not being able to do anything in the gym is not helping...
OK it's probably the cause of it all.
Ever wondered what happens to an endorphin junkie when they can't get their fix? It probably looks a lot like this...
Wonders idly if parachute jumping (which is done down the end of the road) involves the same muscles that makes sneezing feel like being knifed...

Anyway for now one is going to concentrate on more physical things, it helps a little. There is a tiny back porch that one is in the middle of re doing. It had an underwater theme for years; with a blue floor and hanging metal fish and bromeliads to represent aquatic plants. Having just painted the walls an aggressive shade of white one is going to astro turf the floor and go for 50's kitsch. The idea of sitting drinking morning coffee surrounded by the fake outdoors (where it is impossible to sit due to the heat and the nasty things that bite) has a strong appeal to one's sense of humour. In fact one even bought Him the gaudiest beaded flamingo to prance around in it all. Well He did ask if there were going to be tyre swans and pink flamingos...
A request is an order... right?
And there isn't enough room for tyre swans.

So don't panic if one drifts away. We are fine and living in a sub tropical paradise, surrounded by lush greenery and board games...
Lots and lots of board games...
With more arriving every day and Him wondering out loud if we could fit them on the small table, where one drinks coffee in peaceful solitude, to play them more comfortably...
Oh gods, kill me now

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Paranoia is a safeword down the hole



ancilla_ksst said that you should give one more orgasms
Did she, He replied dryly
Yes, but one can't help but feel that she was hoping for... well something bad to happen
Ah that sounds more like what I've come to expect from her. Such a good mentor He added in that soothing tone... the one that sounds suspiciously similar to "these aren't the droids you're looking for" in tonal quality
Yeah, no. She was not a safe choice at all
:P

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Coitus interruptus



We were in bed having a put Him to sleep quickie when, just as one was about to cum, the hip (which is a misnomer; it's actually either the tensor facia latae or an internal oblique abdominal muscle causing no end of grief at the moment) produced the most god awful pain...
For the record there is some pain that this body can't process into something enjoyable; that muscle going into a spasm is one of them
It completely killed the orgasm.

As one was levered off Him... yeah, it was an assisted dismount... one small slave quipped that He owed an orgasm and it could just come off the transportation debt
No, He replied. I gave you an orgasm. It's not my fault you couldn't hold onto it

Lovely to look at,
Tempting to hold,
If you should break it,
Consider it sold

Sighs who knew that completely unenforceable rule applied down the hole :(

Monday, November 17, 2014

Chugging along



Where are we in all of this? Right where we were... sort of. If you looked at our life it wouldn't look any different. Meals are still being cooked, the shower is still an unsafe place for a small person (but in fairness it's so hot it's the only place to have sex), most of those service things that He is so fond of are still being performed and life carries on.
But it isn't the same...

One small slave bullies Him into the gym and checks that vitamins have been taken and checks in with how and where he is emotionally.
It's for His own good and it makes one excruciatingly uncomfortable. On one hand it has to be done, on the other hand it seems so wrong...
It's like it upsets the balance of power. It also pushes all those buttons and makes one feel like His mother. Not that she probably ever pushed Him to exercise, which is a shame. If those patterns had been laid down early it might be more of a reflex...
Maybe not.
Meh who knows

But here we are...
Out buying new runners for each other for Christmas presents
Mind you His are very festive, being black and red with a green trim
Ho, ho, ho :)

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The week in review



There were all sorts of strange happenings this week, some more entertaining than others.

It was "Love Our Lurkers" this week in the blogosphere, an event completely missed by one small slave. So may one just take this belated moment to say...
Love you lurkers...
The ones who come on silent feet and leave with only an electronic footprint to mark your passage...
The ones who do decloak once in a blue moon
And the ones who send little emails, which one is often tardy in responding too...
Don't worry friends in real life are treated no better one is ashamed to say...
If nothing else one is consistent :/

We are in the middle of some unseasonably warm weather with a predicted high of 41 (105.8 F) today. It makes everyone grumpy and sweaty and most importantly of all, flock to their nearest shopping centre. A place, might one add, that forgot to turn our air-con on yesterday as we coasted to a pleasant 38 (100 F). That was special :(

One small slave's arse was involved in some little sex scandal involving some Korean celebrity. Not quite sure of the details, Korean is not something one is terribly fluent in... read that as it's nonexistent...  but from what one can gather, this pic  was linked to the celebrity in question. Oddly enough 50 000 75 000 hits on that pic were enough to make one go see what it was up to...
One can only imagine what all those people made of this blog.
May one just take a moment to assure the readers here, that the arse in question is still firmly attached to one small slave and living in Queensland, Australia :D

Sighs why is it that the arse gets to more exotic locations than the rest of the body; last time it was living in Mexico