Thursday, October 30, 2014

Living hell



Ages ago one mentioned that a house was being built next door. Well it's finished and they're here...
OMG! They are noisy, raucous, social people who start their days with loud breakfasts on their minuscule patio and then progress to lunches and dinners every single day. Honestly one didn't think you could get that many bottles in a recycling bin. The only saving grace is that they are in bed by 9.30.
That and the fact that they don't open the blinds on the window, that looks straight into our blindless bathroom window :D

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Did you know?



After reading yesterday's blog post He spent... oh quarter of an hour... happily proving that sperm is beneficial. Apparently it is good for morning sickness (only if it is the sperm of the foetuses father... long involved story), improves the skin (is used in some salons in their treatments... yeah, no), helps with depression and is a rich source of nutrients (seems that 128 rules guy was right after all).

Of course the really fascinating bit of trivia about sperm came from His sister, in one of her fly by visits. It seems that researchers have been experimenting to see what smells attract sperm. All this science is in the aid of improving fertility. And what smell makes sperm line up and row for gold you may be wondering?

Lily of the Valley. Yes folks, it seems grandma was right after all. The flower, which graced every woman's (of a certain age) dressing table and wardrobe, makes the little buggers sit up and take notice. Now all they have to do is work out how to use this bit of knowledge...

Sighs no good is going to come of this

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

In sickness...



We are both coming down with something. It's too soon to tell what exactly, but we are running temperatures (we think, due to the weather it's hard to tell), a little nauseous and there is the beginnings of a nasty sounding, barking cough...
This was after one specifically said that there was to be no shared illnesses this time...
There is altogether too much togetherness going on round here...
Seriously, someone has to look after one small slave for a change...
And His coming all over one's tits, as one knelt by the bed, is not some sort of cure, whatever he may claim.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Cravings



Trying to salvage some vestige of our interrupted day off by going out to dinner afterwards, we drove to our favourite hamburger place with dancing thoughts of rich meats topped with cheese and bacon.
Valiantly we fought our way through the beginnings of peak hour traffic and an electrical storm to get there.
We found a park nearby and scampered through the rain to arrive at their door...
To find them closed due to a fire yesterday afternoon.
The fucking universe hates us.
And for the record cold fish, in the form of sushi, just doesn't cut it when the tastebuds are all set for meat and grease with a side of crispy, chunky fries.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

The war cry



Due to the fucked up nature of this week one offered, very kindly one thought, to make Him his blasted beloved pancakes as a Sunday morning treat...
What? You aren't getting up at 4.30 to make them on Monday He asked in an aggrieved tone
Erm... no! It's bad enough that one will have to get up at 5.30 to go to work. Pancakes are not on offer

Bad slave He said. I could make you do it He added.
Yes you could
I suppose I would never hear the end of it He said in a considering tone as he weighed up the options
Oh you would hear the end of it... of course so would everyone else via the blog...
Anyway this went on for few minutes, back and forth, with far more humour than the idea warranted until He conceded that his idea was unreasonable Sunday pancakes were better than no pancakes...

This morning He came home too tired to eat and one was about to go out for a run, so promising Him pancakes when he woke we went our separate ways...
A few hours later He emerged from the cave chanting...
Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes...

Sighs sometimes one can't help but feel that His inner child is left in charge way too often :)

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Reasons



As some of you know one spends very little time on Fet contributing anything particularly meaningful. Oh one wanders around there reading... hello nosey... and keeping half an eye on things, but there is little in the way of content produced for that site. It's for a lot of reasons, lack of time being one of them. In an average day one might get an hour online and half of that is spent writing for this blog to entertain Him and way too many of you at times.

The other reason is that one has issues with management over there. It's their website and they can run it anyway they choose. They do the work, sustain the escalating costs, deal with the banks... actually that one causes some of the issues one has, but we will get back to that... and deal with some of the trouble makers. And that causes some of the other issues that one has, but we will get back to that as well. As a site it has grown beyond all expectations in the five years one has been on it and it is the only show in town, in spite of many valiant attempts by others.

When they started out it was a very different place. They had this quaint idea that we would all just get along 'cos we were kinky. It was naive at best and stupid at worst as a belief. Like any community we have kinks that are not accepted, especially by the banks as it turned out. To get that all important funding Fet had to get rid of anything controversial; rape, incest, bestiality, cannibalism... the list goes on. Now most people were ecstatic about that. They didn't want to rub shoulders with those types anyway. They never thought about the fact that their kinks were illegal too and that vigilant eye might turn in their direction next... bless them.

To most they were just trouble makers and their protests over the treatment they received fell on deaf ears. They were deaf in part because they never heard them as the trouble disappeared overnight along with a few supporters, who while not fans of their proclivities, did have issues with how the whole thing was dealt with. Poof and their accounts were gone. It was very effective. Oh there were a few who got mopped up by mistake, but it was peaceful for management.

That of course brings us to the next issue one has. Management is this group of individuals who donate their time in an effort to keep things civilised. For their sanity and probably their safety they are anonymous. They are also not very even handed as the TOU is worded in ways that are open to interpretation. The damn thing is like a crocheted shawl it's that loose.  The upshot of this is that issues are not dealt with a cohesive manner and complaints? Well they just get silenced.

Your writings no longer trend on Kinky and Popular or Kinky and Plagiarised as some whits say (K&P for short). You piss off the wrong people and become labelled as a trouble maker and you will find yourself on a time out from the site and getting your voice heard. Being as the site is not American (in spite of many such erroneous beliefs) they do not subscribe to the idea of freedom of speech. You are silenced. And you will remain that way for a year or until management changes its mind.

Now what has sparked this grumbling you may wonder? Well the other day one loved a piece of writing. It was tongue in cheek and irreverent and it poked fun at some of the offerings on K&P. It didn't trend, for obvious reasons, but it didn't show up in one's list of things that have been loved either.  Someone had poked someone in management it would seem and got on their shit list.

So why does one spend very little time creating content for this site? Well it's a protest. A small and insignificant protest admittedly. See one has this belief that any group can be judged on how it treats its members, particularly those members that question its decisions. People going poof in the night or are gagged is not a good sign in one's books.
After all, you never know who might be next...