Saturday, April 12, 2014

Rewards



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 dryly
Well yes, it's not as much fun, but yes
A look of doubt mingled with disbelief crossed His whiskers...

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 it...
What could go wrong?

4 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

LMAO. I read your blog out loud to my Master. He's sitting trying to read a book. He says it's cute how slaves are always so hopeful. "What could go wrong?"

Master's piece said...

Sighs you know one suspects that some read this blog as a how not to guide

ancilla_ksst said...

I read it for the giggles.

Master's piece said...

Et tu, Brute?