More sexy slave stuff

Or rather more stuff they don't mention in those threads...

This morning was spent detailing the car. It was a hot as hell and with enough humidity that it felt like you were in a glass house. An hour and a half later one emerged... dripping. Oh wait maybe this is like those threads. There was dripping after all.

Why all this sudden flurry of activity you may be wondering. Ah well we are off to the Gold Coast for a couple of days. It's a place that is the love child of Florida's fling with Vegas... if such a thing happened... only not so classy and with a lot more crime. Anyway there will be pics, but for the next couple of days there will just be a place holder put up on the blog.

Oh and what was the reward for all that hot sexy slave action? 'Cos time on Fet keeps telling us that good slaves are rewarded by mutually beneficial behaviour. The Njoy reacquainted itself with one's arse....

Maybe the pleasure of a job well done was reward enough...

Who'd a thunk it?

Or important things learnt on Fet this week...

It has come to one small slave's attention that calling Him bastard, even capitalised and bolded, might be perceived as less than respectful.

Well who knew?

Guess screaming obscenities in His direction is probably less so then?

Sighs live and learn baby, live and learn...

Twoo love

You know I have found the perfect gift for Valentine's Day if I had a few hundred to spend, He said from the confines of the study

Wandering in one spied a sericel of Pepe Le Pew and Penelope on a trapeze. Well more her saving herself by clinging onto Pepe's neck after slipping from her bar. It was a state that made him declare "she cares" with that blissed out look on his face. Bless those stalkerish tendencies one has mentioned before.

You know one doesn't quite put you in his class. Bad though you can be, you don't make one feel like he did Penelope.

You one the other hand are as vicious as she was to him He replied cheerfully.

He made her that way. The constant haranguing and harassing, his continued presence, day after day...

Hmmm.... maybe the semblance is greater than first thought...

Domestic science

Or how to self harm...

Step one; pull out the white quilts for their annual airing and refolding

Step two; discover mysterious brown stains on them (most likely rust stains from iron oxide particles in the water, which was used to remove the chalk marks when they were made)

Step three; liberally apply lemon juice and salt

Step four; rub in gently until the finger tips have a myriad of small scratches

Step five; repeat step four a few hours later

Step six; know that it will have to be done tomorrow with the other quilt and that there is another one on a roll that needs to be checked

Sighs really one does wonder why one keeps Him...

Valentine's Day

Or oh crap, how did one forget that again???

When we met one of the first hurdles that we surmounted was this day. Oh it's not that it's hard or anything, it was just our first case of dissonance on the road of togetherness. That is to say He likes to mark the day, while one thinks that it is a Hallmark occasion devoted to selling product. In fact that discord continued throughout our time together...

There was one memorable occasion when one went out after finishing night shift for coffee and snacks with the crew, only to come home and find Him in bed with a beautiful picnic spread out on the bed for us.

Sighs second breakfasts the body will accept, second dinners... not so much :(

When we moved to this relationship style one thought cool, no more Valentines. That thought was not out loud or anything, just quietly thought, hopped, dreamed. After all we could make this relationship anything we wanted. It seems one was wrong in that thought. 'Cos every once in a while He drags it out of the closet... the little romantic that he is... to beat one with it. You, gentle reader, are thinking oh what a drama princess she is being, but let's look at this shall we...

This year He bought a beautiful charm for the bracelet...

Well the reality is bracelets. Since losing so much weight there had to be a much smaller bracelet and there were too many charms to fit on one, so now are now two of them. It looks terribly gaudy. Anyway back to this...

At the time one said well no doubt there will be some little game that you fancy and one will buy it for you.  

You're all sitting there thinking that's not very romantic aren't you...

But here is the reality. Traditionally you buy chocolates or flowers or jewellery or lingerie or sex toys on this day. He is on a no chocolate thing, flowers don't last more than a day in this heat, he doesn't wear jewellery and there are boxes of the other things, many of them still unused, littering our tiny domicile.

Mutters though the knickers might be getting an airing this winter...

Even if this wasn't the case when is one supposed to sneak off to buy this mysterious gift? The reality is that we are joined at the hip. There is no shopping alone around here. So the best that one could do was, well the game mentioned above. Except of course life just isn't that simple.

So today dawned...

With Him chirping Happy Valentine's Day

And one small slave going oh crap...

The last commando

We went out for a little lunch, mainly because we both looked in the fridge and went meh on a day that was filled with restlessness. He's detoxing from his nasty little chocolate habit that hit a bump, mainly in the form of too much temptation at work... Easter cometh don't you know...  and has all the symptoms of withdrawal. The headache that just won't quit, the cravings, the sweet tooth... the list goes on... while one small slave just has a headache that won't quit. It seems that there was soy in the pods for the coffee machine that ended up on our bench somehow... glares at His mother. It would seem that the odd one now and again didn't cause any issues. A couple of cups a day during holidays and the body just went oh hell no!

 So we thought we will take ourselves out, have a nice lunch and distract our minds and bodies with a little retail diversion. As it turned out it was a good day to do it, there were some very good sales on. To that end a rather lovely pencil skirt ended up in a bag. Personally one hasn't had a pencil skirt in years. That hip to waist ratio made it impossible, but that diet worked its magic in that area too it would seem. Of course then one spent hours in inappropriate shoes, we'd only been nipping out for lunch, traipsing around trying to find a top to go with that skirt. But that is a tale of woe for another time... this is about skirts.

Almost as a reflex to all that fabric, 'cos pencil skirts are by their very nature long, He spied this ridiculous, flippy little leopard print skirt that was too short to be worn by any adult human over the age of 20... must work on that His opinion is the only one that counts thing... in public. Muttering one went into the dressing room and stripped out of the short skirt one was wearing and replaced it with His even shorter selection, still muttering depreciating remarks under the breath as one did so. Looking in the mirror one realised something; the damn thing was perfect. 

It flared on the hips in just the right spot, it was the perfect length to make the legs look slim and long from all angles...

How does He do that?

Muttering slightly different things under the breath still one emerged to show Him.

He looked smug and happy, the way only the truly vindicated can...

Mutter, mutter, mutter...

Of course the damn thing is so short one is actually going to have to wear knickers. There's a box of them in the cupboard somewhere, largely unworn, most of them too lacy to offer any real protection...

Sighs still they need to come out of retirement