Now some of you are probably wondering what all the
excitement is about aren't you? Well rest assured when you find out, some of
you are going to be checking for the other more obvious (and earlier) clues to
the insanity that is about to become apparent.
But for some of us... read one small slave... this is a very
exciting time of the year
Autumn is finally here... beams happily
Yes one does realise that it's been autumn for weeks now,
it's just that no one bothered to tell the weather
And yes some of you are enduring the most miserable springs
imaginable... like ancilla_ksst with all that snow
But in this part of the world the first inklings of cooler
weather is a thing to be celebrated with all sorts of girly rituals...
The finding of a clean t-shirt for the morning... no more
stumbling around buck naked clutching coffee
The first cup of tea in the evening that's actually
enjoyable... rather than something that seemed like a good idea at the time
The doona has been fluffed in readiness... rather than lying
inertly on the end of the bed
The fondling of clothes in the wardrobe that have sleeves in
them and fabrics that actually touch your skin... without feeling the desire
for another shower immediately
The knowledge that boots can soon be worn... without people
looking at you sideways
The happy times spent looking at coats... not that you
actually wear them more than once or twice a year here, but we like to
The admiring of winter accessories (like gloves and coloured
tights and stockings and scarves)... without breaking out in a sweat just
thinking about them coming near you
And what has sparked all this excitement you may be
wondering? Well it finally started dropping below 30C (86F) during the day on a regular basis and it's
hitting about 15C (59F) at night.
He is still sick and sleeping about 12-16 hours a day.
During His up time he eats, makes provocative suggestions that he is in no fit
state to follow through with and dies again. Today He even threw in an apology
for not being a lot of fun and wasting our precious time together. Of course
being the polite well brought up woman that one can be... preens quietly... one
graciously waved it off and pointed out that sickness was a part of life...
Besides it hasn't been all bad. It's been very freeing being
able to scamper to the bathroom without having to ask permission.
Wonders idly if that was a sign of improvement or the fever
making Him a bit irrational...
Apparently, if one small slave is going to boss Him around
when he is sick, one needs to be in the nurse's costume... otherwise it doesn't
Now this does leave one to wonder what magical properties
that tiny scrap of white fabric has. Other than the power that is automatically
imbued in all uniforms the minute someone dons them. Of course that uniform
often renders the wearer both a figure of authority and a target. And then
there are those shoes; they are just dangerous to wear.
Whispers the slave senses are tingling which does suggest
this might be a trap...
He came home from the only shift he had made it to and
relapsed all over the bed until one woke him up after lunch. We did have plans to
be somewhere, which were cancelled by the other people as it turned out. Unfortunately
that fact was not discovered until after He had showered and dressed. Beyond
caring He gave thanks to gods he doesn't believe in, stripped off and went back
Leaving one small slave to ponder why they favoured Him over
oneself. There were plans that involved a couple of shops and coffee. As you
readers know one does so worship the bean, particularly on a Sunday... OK any
day of the week if one is completely honest.
Why have thou forsaken...
Lower on the food chain
He did rally in the evening, long enough to have sex. Sex
that was against His better judgement... a fact that he did pause to mention before
plunging in. As it turned out, that judgement was sound. It made His headache
worse than it was already. There were oaths about blinding pain in fact.
This was not quite what one had planned at all...
It was hardly the positive reinforcement that one was aiming
for and in hindsight one could have been more sympathetic to His plight, rather
than smugly basking in orgasmic afterglow.
Sighs starting to see a small hole in yesterday's cunning plan...
it would seem that the gods conspire to look after their own :(
Struggling home after the one and only shift that was
actually attended this week, it was a delightful surprise to find that He had
not only been out and foraged so that there was something to eat in the fridge,
but done some of those blasted knives and coffee cups. Enough at least that one
could make Him lunch for work and have coffee in the morning...
Thank you for doing that washing up. For that one shall sing
your praises on the blog.
Do you actually know how to do that, He enquired ever so
Well yes, it's not as much fun, but yes
A look of doubt mingled with disbelief crossed His
And now confronted with this blank page it is harder than
first imagined to actually do. It's not that He doesn't do things that are
praise worthy, but it's the odd things like dishes that usually make it to the
blog. That happens because when they are done it is when one is at the least
capable of doing them and their impact is so much greater than the act itself.
Honestly one doesn't think that men in general realise just
how soul destroying housework actually is. It's not that there isn't some
satisfaction in having a clean environment; it's the knowledge that the minute
you turn around it's time to start all over again. Cook, eat, wash, repeat... in
a never ending cycle that you are going to do for the rest of your life. It's
up there with Sisyphus and his rock after 4o plus years of doing it.
The thing is though He does lots of little things that are
special; the way he puts up with the hellion that is one small slave before
coffee (though there was some mention of modifying that... something that
involved withholding the coffee... the whole thing was too distressing to be
considered, surely?). The way He can watch one go up the wall and across the
ceiling, calmly waiting until one goes down the other side before proceeding
with exactly whatever it was that annoyed one so much in the first place. The
way He encourages one to ignore finer instincts, pushing until one goes against
those very things in favour of whatever he has decided.
Oh and let us not forget the whole purple thing... 'cos that
has just been downright entertaining for all. Though it does leave one at a
loss as to what to do with all the purple shoes that have appeared in the
wardrobe... they don't match the purple clothes at all. Have you any idea how
many shades of purple there are???
So yes, there are many things that should be praised and
commented on more often. The dishes though? Oh that is a rare and special
treat. Deserving of more than a passing mention...
Now the question for the day is can the behaviour be
encouraged with lashings and lashing of sex? It's an experiment that one is
prepared to get behind, hell one is even prepared to volunteer the behind for