Sleep interrupted

At the moment the council is improving our water supply. This means that the water is being shut off at night between the hours of 9pm and 6am. Now no one is sure what they are doing exactly, but they are doing it very industriously... think large groups of men and machines, making lots of noise here people. Anyway inconclusive results aside, the upshot is that in our little household it has created havoc because one of us doesn't arise until 10 pm and on the night chosen for us, one small slave doesn't get home until just before 9pm.

As one was hobbling home, nursing the beginnings of a bad sinus headache (so hate this time of the year) one spied them congregating in one of the side streets. Even without them doing anything the noise was horrible. Thinking you poor bastards stuck with that lot outside your house all night, one hustled up the hill dreaming of analgesics and antihistamines. Such are the dreams of a slave at the end of a day...

Flinging oneself inside the shower with just minutes to spare, one immersed the body in glorious, steaming hot water... for the few precious moments that one had. Emerging one made Him lunch, and nursed a nice cup of tea until he got up for breakfast. After which one meandered off to bed for a whole six and a half hours of sleep, as one had to get up at 5.30am for what was to turn out to be a ten hour shift at work.

So you can imagine the delight one experienced when awoken by the sound of tarmac being scraped off the road by large machines at 4am. Yes, they had moved... to our corner. Of course not content to just make hideous noises, they had to have shouted conversations... 'cos you need to discuss your weekend plans over your large engines, noise and confusion.

To add insult to injury one of them insisted on whistling while he worked. A particularly loud whistle of no discernable musical merit might one add. May he find a special place in some outer ring of hell for the rest of his existence. Perhaps he might end up where muzak goes to die... it would seem fair.

And for the record... all those freaking TV channels, and the only thing on at 4am is Inspector Morse... again L

Saving water

Preparing to get ready for the working grind one hobbled off to the shower. I'll be right behind you, He said with a lascivious smile. He stood with the door open, masturbating while one showered and shampooed... watching suds slipping on skin as one washed curves and crevices. When the conditioner was on, He made his move.

Pinning one up against the wet tiles, He stood behind spreading arse cheeks apart to give him better access. Pressing the head of his cock against one's arse He leant against it, slowly forcing it to open for him. With slow rhythmic strokes He fucked it as water drummed against our skin. Finally with a quick thrust He came.

Stepping fully into the shower He manoeuvred one out from under the water. In the wink of an eye one was deposited on the other side of the glass door. Frankly, not much cleaner than when one started. Damn Him and his superior size L

See it's not the toothpaste that attracts them... it's the sound of running water... and cleanliness. Nods that's what it is.

Forgetting what we are

Sometimes when we do a series of pictures or a review, one puts some alternate pictures up on Fet. Not often... just some of the more entertaining stuff... mainly so friends who have an assortment of difficulties using Blogger can have a giggle or scream red. And it is amazing how so many, who don't have a safe word, will find their voice to scream that word. Actually one has even used it occasionally... for all the good it does, but that is another story.

Anyway for some reason the MEO locking plug caused quite a stir. From friends of friends even... and there was a singular lack of enthusiasm by and large. Which one gets. Anal is not everyone's cup of tea. According to the Cosmo Sex Census "Is Anal Sex Still a Taboo" Cosmopolitan October 2011: 128, only 8% of women actually like it. Honestly you're doing it wrong... you must be, but again that is another story too.

No what this is about, is the amount of friends who took one look at it and went off screaming variations of the no sentiment. Strangely most of them have someone in their life that owns their arse. Many of them hang out in the group and well... no doesn't seem to be an option. Well it is if you like your no with a side of coercion, and to be honest one suspects some do. They are no more going to get away with the no word than one small slave is... unless the person hearing it agrees with them.

You read of these slaves who are obedient and well trained and one looks at them and thinks... how do they do it? High protocol with firm lines in the sand, a more obliging nature than one will ever possess? Some little drive to serve, more frequent maintenance beatings? Better brain washing techniques... nicer dispositions? Actually that one wouldn't be hard, particularly before coffee.

By comparison to many of those we look like rabble... in fact it is an accusation that has been levelled at more than one of our group at various times. Usually when they are out calling someone on their shit. Seriously what sort of a moron actually expects to be addressed by their self appointed title, and expects the person using it to keep a straight face and adopt a respectful tone? Anyway one digresses...

See many of us have quite long leashes. We run as far as we can, until someone yanks on it to bring us back in. Sometimes one does wonder if our longer leash allows us to forget what we are. We look at those sorts of pictures screaming red and declaring no way... forgetting that it is just as likely to turn up in a nice plain brown box... right on our doorstep. It isn't something that we have a choice on. We get to keep the illusion that no means no, while our owners are ordering the damn things off the net. 

It's done that way so that our owners can see the dawning realisation in our eyes that our illusions are just that L

Bastards... sadistic bastards!

The MEO expanding and locking plug

Based on a scaled down medieval torture device, this butt plug has a push down button that causes the plug to expand when inside you. This makes it blossom to about three times its original size. It is then locked in place so it cannot be removed by the wearer without a key. Made from stainless steel it is nickel free and easy to clean... unlike the original ones.

Now this is MEO's junior version... don't let that fool you, it is still a large plug as you can see from the photo. That is the Locking Plug, the Ex. lg. Rosebud and the large Njoy on the right.  As you can see "junior" is a bit of a misnomer.

In spite of its size and shape it is surprisingly comfortable to wear, though when the plug is expanded ... it is big. The handle can be sat on even with the lock. It actually nestles against the body without jabbing anything. Which was a surprise to be honest... and a relief.

Though personally one doubts it would be suitable for long term wear, and an enema beforehand is a good idea for obvious reasons, it is an interesting sensation to try. So if you are one of those people who like a challenge, you just might love this plug J

Negotiations... looking glass style

The day started off with a vicious minus (migraine/ sinus combo) headache and a complete inability to find suitable drugs... the little fuckers hide themselves deliberately. Anyway resorting to analgesics and antihistamines, one drank coffee and whined to friends on the net until it was time to take more pills. At times like this the need for carbs becomes a steady gnawing ache and He took pity on one small slave... well it was more opportunistic than that, but let's call it pity for now.

What are you prepared to do for the chips...

And a peppermint ice cream one interjected hopefully.

... and ice cream He asked in that soothing, sympathetic voice.

Umm... well one will have a shower and stop whining.

Oh I think you can do better than that He said.

What did you have in mind, one enquired cautiously?

Oh I think a large butt plug to take your mind off things... you can go and put it in while I'm getting dressed.

Muttering gracefully under the breath one hobbled off to the shower, and after using more than the allotted four minutes one emerged clean and plugged.

Show me He said. Oh green... it will match the ice cream.

So off one hobbled to the bedroom ready to receive the promised treats. Curling up on the bed next to one His hand reached out. Please don't push it... it hurts when you do that.

Ah, but it's mine. I can if I want to... poke, poke, pull, poke

Yeah get that, which is why one said please... you know as in please don't.

Oh, but you didn't sound serious when you said it He replied.

Oh what, you want one to beg?

I don't think you know how to He said.

Well one could try... if it would actually change the outcome.

Nope don't think it would to be honest He said, sounding all kinds of smug.

Yeah well in that case one is not going to debase oneself trying to find out.

Honestly the price of a bag of chips and an ice cream is awfully steep around here if you factor in the taking advantage of a person... an injured, sick person might one add. In fact one is sure it is some sort of abuse. Now admittedly one did spend the rest of the afternoon snoozing off the carb fest, analgesic combination... but dammit the sheets had crumbs. One small slave makes that princess out of "The Princess and the Pea" seem positively thick skinned by comparison. The skin can find micro crumbs... that has to count as abuse right?

Grumbles no it doesn't make one a princess... just sensitive.

In a word

Sore
Damn sore
OK two words

Stupid people

Dedicated to lil and all those out there with mother in laws... actually family in general

His mother's doctor wanted another go at fixing her heart. She was given the choice of two dates; now or after Christmas. Chatting about it one suggested that after Christmas would be better as the foot would be healed and it would coincide with her daughter's holidays, just in case anything went wrong...

Of course she elected to get it done this week. Her daughter was going to come down for a couple of days and everything was going to be fine. They had it sorted between them...

Guess what? Something went wrong and now her stupid cunt of a daughter has to go back up north. Her idiot husband needs her there when he has his job interview. As if that will make any difference to the outcome; though there is a better chance that he will make it to the interview. And she is due back at work soon. And, and, and... You are getting the idea.

This means we are going to be left with His mother's long term rehabilitation when we cannot get any more time off work. His place is so short staffed that it isn't an option and meanwhile one is supposed to be doing extra shifts this week as we are about to move. It's all hands on deck... no exceptions.

So we have to get His father, who is disabled, into emergency respite care on short notice because there is no way one can look after both of them with this foot and ankle, and go to work. Not only does this mean sending His father to a place he has never been before and will hate every minute of (trust one on that), but getting him into an overloaded bureaucratic system.

And all of this has to be done by Wednesday when she swans off into the wide blue yonder.

The same day we go back into work rotation. 

Honestly one could just smother His mother as she lies on her hospital bed. A place she will probably be until... you guessed it. Wednesday!

Except they would revive her... they have the skill and the technology.

But everything will be fine. His sister is cooking food for the freezer before she goes.

And you know something, at the moment one is hostile enough to actually feed whatever crap she makes to His mother, when one gets home at 9pm at night. Not sure what she is going to do for lunch exactly... or how she is going to get it.

But everything will be fine. 

So lil about that gas money... wanna trade J