Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Redefining love, again



We were curled up in bed, having just got back from a late night showing of Lucy, and His hand was roaming around as we lay there...
I love you He declared
Um, that isn't love as others use the word
No, mine is a more active love He replied

Sighs there you have it, an active penis renders all other types of love passive by default

Monday, August 11, 2014

Slapping that label on



There is a glorious train wreck occurring over at Fet at the moment. Actually it is a series of train wrecks all started by the same person in the same group. Honestly pounds per square inch it is providing more laughs than any wreck should and it's been going on for hours with no end in sight. The cause of all this laughter you may be wondering? Ah, well it is the natural by product of words and labels can mean whatever you want them to mean... except when they don't.

One of the biggest problems with online communication is that you have to say what you mean. To do this we use all sorts of labels. They act as a kind of short hand. On BDSM boards it becomes extremely important; otherwise you have people talking at cross purposes.

This process is made all the more complex by the fact that no one can actually agree on what terms mean. Hell if you ask five people what BDSM stands for they can't actually agree. So you end up using some terms to mean broad concepts...
BDSM as a broad concept means a collection of ideas encompassing kink, power exchanges, assorted fetishes and the like, often wrapped in a lot of latex and leather and nudity...
Yeah not simple.

So people on Fet form groups, define terms for that group and cluster together chatting. It works well until someone comes along and appropriates a label they fancy, plops themselves down in the group and proceeds to insist that their relationship is just like the other members.

It's a free net. They can call themselves princess if it makes them happy. Where it starts to go wrong is when other people in that group turn around and go, um that word doesn't mean what we think it means and we aren't talking about the same thing at all...
And the other person insists that it does...
And hunkers on down to keep that dream alive.

It is the stuff of laughs. Hours and hours of laughs

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The road to twoo mastery



Staggering out to make coffee one found Him unpacking a game that he bought in error. It seems that they really do all look the same after a while.
How's your game?
We'll find out later on when we play it, He replied
A twoo master wouldn't make one play it in such a weakened and feeble state
No, a twoo master would make you play He retorted
No, a twoo master wouldn't. He would care about one's welfare above anything else
No, a twoo master would make you play it and point out how inconvenient you are being. See I can read Fet too. It's not my fault that you chose to read the wrong groups He added.

Mutters He is just making this shit up... he's too busy hanging geeking out on gaming sites to read Fet

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Another payment



The head is bad. So bad in fact that it was late this evening before one could stagger to the shower to get clean. Crawling back to bed one slid under His doona for some affection. He, of course, enquired if it was an offer. 

It was not, but He is a generous man. Apparently what makes him one is that he didn't choose to take one roughly. He came all over one's lovely clean arse instead...

Sighs guess that is the difference between a generous man and a gentleman

Friday, August 8, 2014

The payment plan



Well we might have overdone it on the food, but the body is now extracting its revenge. It is day two of a migraine that is completely unresponsive to medication. So if you will excuse one small slave she is nipping into town to pick up an order before coming back home to die. The prognosis for tomorrow is not much better...
But it has got one out of gaming so...
Every cloud and all that jazz :D

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Look at this



Of course one small slave meant the early morning light on the water...


He was looking at something else entirely...