Thursday, May 31, 2012

A small confession

A certain someone (who shall remain anonymous) asked the question, why do you read blogs?
Well the truth is one really doesn't read that many of them. There is a blog list that has some interesting blogs on it. Usually the people one follows are inconsistent producers, who write once in a blue moon and following them is the only way to know when they have committed fingers to keyboards.
Oh and there is the odd blog written by people who are a bit more prolific that one knows from around, and the odd one that is interesting visually or has quirky content who should be shared... they are on the blog roll... but generally that introversion runs deep. It even extends to adding people to the blog roll because one supposes that not everyone wants to be added to the blog roll of a person who has such high sex content. And unless they too have sexual content or there is some way to contact them, one is inclined to assume that here is the last place they want people coming from.

Add to that the fact that many of the blogs found... well they are not really one's cup of tea. It is not always the writers fault... as they say in the classics it's not them, its one small slave. Sometimes the style of writing makes the blog hard to read and sometimes blogs are written to expel emotional demons... to externalise feelings about things going on in their lives... As a complete introvert all that emotional stuff just makes one acutely uncomfortable. Reading it leaves one with no clear idea what one is supposed to do with all that information. In fact one isn't quite sure why they have the compulsion to share to begin with or why they seem so popular as a format. See introverts don't always get you extroverted types at all J

Mind you, some probably have just as much difficulty with this rather anal focused and often tongue in cheek blog. Let's be honest dry is not everyone's cup of tea J

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Real food porn




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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Food porn

Waking up one noticed that it was all quiet on the Western Front and swung a careless arm out for the clock, only to nearly have a heart attack upon seeing the time. The cave, formally known as the bedroom, is playing havoc with the internal clock. See normally one knows within ten minutes or so what the time is... it is why one never wears a watch. Lately though one has been sleeping in. The body has no way of knowing the time in the blackout conditions of the bedroom. In the beginning one kept waking up as the body tried to find a light source. Now it just goes we can't see the light, so we don't care. Well for the record part of us does care... particularly when it's that damn late L

He of course was resolutely asleep...

Scampering out of bed one made coffee and stumbled to the computer. He ambled past quite a while later.
And what time did you pack it in one enquired.
He mumbled something.
Sorry can't hear you when you don't enunciate...
More mumbling
Was that 4.30am?
He smiled sheepishly

Together we scampered out the door to see the doctor and then went in search of a vampire nurse to take copious amounts of blood, followed by lunch. And finding some more tops, because the ones found yesterday are perfect, was also on the agenda. Deciding to do a shopping centre nearby we found two out of three. The tops proved to be more elusive. Well we can try closer to home one said and failing that it will have to be back to Chermside... they had plenty... one can hop on a bus tomorrow.
He took pity upon one small slave and slipped onto the motorway to go straight there...

While one was buried once more in amongst PJ's He disappeared...
To come back bearing these... a raspberry almandine and a mille-feuille... though you may notice in this country they tend to make them with custard rather than the traditional crème filling... as a special treat.
Now these are both things one adores though this was special because one got to pursue the mille-feuille at home, with no one watching... He had gone for a nap figuring four odd hours sleep was not enough. 

See the trouble with mile-feuille is that they are impossible to eat with any decorum. You end up with crumbs and smears all over the place... and nice girls don't chase crumbs. In the privacy of home though it was fair game and one spent a pleasurable time happily hunting every last morsel of flaky pastry, icing and filling... there might have been a finger involved in there... shameface
Honestly it was medicinal... she took gallons of blood J

Monday, May 28, 2012

News from the cave...

Well it would seem that those black out blinds were worth their weight. When the eyelids cranked open at 7am... reluctantly though it was... He was still fast asleep. Surreptitiously checking for unexplained wet/ or sore spots one found none and realised He had slept right through the night. There had been no gaming or molestation needed... so all we need is complete exhaustion... tucks that one away for future use...

Hauling out of the house we set off for an optometrist's appointment where one was informed that the retinas were like those of a 16 year old girl... they go with the 28 year old arse. Though in this case one suspects it is to lack of use rather than always being late. Popping the magnetic sunglasses down to pay the bill, the optometrist squeaked in protest; not face down. Looking at him one laughed and said X in the 22 years one has been coming here... you know you have outlasted several partners... the glasses have been slept in, had sexual acts committed on them and had far worse things happen to them than being placed lens down. It's not like that is going to change. Besides it keeps you in boats... or is it still bikes?
See it seems like only yesterday that he was getting his first riding lessons... on a little scooter... from a big, burly bloke on a Harley.
He laughed and said I'll see you in a year.

After that we scampered off to Sushi for lunch and a little retail... therapy. Actually one was on the hunt for some new PJ's. Contrary to that wonderful fantasy of naked slave girls... though one is most of the time... the reality is that here few houses are heated. And at this time of the year it is starting to get nippy. So off one went on the great PJ hunt...
And may one just say for the record there is some singularly unsexy nightwear out there...
Not that one was looking for sexy... oh no... there is a criteria that includes, but is not limited to...
  • Must be soft and comfortable
  • Must be seperates... top and bottom are not the same size
  • Must be neat and tidy... well there is the odd Tuesday night where one has been known to turn up to roll playing "dressed" in the PJ's... hey they don't judge
  • Must go with some rather lurid booties... current ones are a screaming shade of fluoro orange J
  • No frills... or cute prints of kittehs etc. What is this obsession women seem to have with those sorts of things?

In all of this a rather sexy red and black hound's tooth skirt may have got in there... and a LBD... 'cos a girl can never have too many of those in a hot climate.

He of course managed to find the odd bargain...
Which is why the sexy boots, underwear, stockings and little leopard print skirt that one had worn for this proved to be all for naught. And why one went to sleep with the sound of heavy gun fire booming through the speaker system... 

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Do you love me?

He asks that a lot and it's not the words that always make one alert as much as the tone. See round here that statement precedes many things... most of them not good for one small slave. Tonight they were asked in that slow, probing tone that makes the ears prick up... along with a few... OK most... of the hairs on the nape of the neck...
Yes one replied, with a note of caution deep suspicion
Really love me?
Yes...
Want to prove it He countered
Frequently have and there's pics to prove it, one shot back
Yes, but that was the other day...

See round here love is a short term duration concept... it needs to be updated, frequently.

What do you want?
Well it is awfully early He prevaricated...
What do you want?
Well I might want to wake you up early.

Very early because it was only 6.30pm and He was snuggling down into his doona.
See someone hadn't been to bed since waking up yesterday for work at 10pm because someone went out after dropping one off at work and found a game sale... and saved a couple of hundred dollars rolls eyes. Of course those games had to be tested... for faults or glitches or something rolls eyes harder.
All of this meant that someone was probably going to be awake at 2am...

Now the first thing that went through the mind was ahhh... sex. There is nothing like a little early morning sex to put you back to sleep... well for one of us. The other one of us is left with messy wetness everywhere that needs to be cleaned up L 
Then, in a sudden flash of clarity, one realised the issue... It was going to be the wee small hours of the morning and it is currently brass monkey weather here at the moment... with an expected low tonight of about six degrees (about 42F), which is unseasonably cool in our sub-tropical paradise. And there He will be; wide awake... 
It will be too cold to be on the computer and He has a collection of new games... and a gaming system in the cave formally known as the bedroom...

With narrowed eyes one turned to look at Him and said you're planning on gaming aren't you?
Well I was planning on having sex He replied. But yeah, gaming could be good too...
He rolled over, happy to have the plans for his morning's entertainment sorted out.

You know sometimes one should just learn to shut up... preferably before opening the mouth would be good. A thought that will no doubt be reinforced as one lays there... leaking and listening to the sound of heavy gun fire L

Saturday, May 26, 2012

You know...

According to the secret slave handbook it clearly states in Clause 2 that...
When your slave whimpers Master, that's really hurting...
It's meant to, said in a calm rational voice is not an acceptable answer.
Just saying.
Bastard!

Friday, May 25, 2012

It's like a virus

As some of you know the whole Fifty Shades of infection started here with His mother. She was patient zero. It spread up this end... well He was the carrier actually. Then one small slave was made to read it. It was like the most awful compulsion really... a bit like looking at a road accident. You don't want to look, but your head sort of swivels round of its own volition. Anyway back to patient zero...

It seems she has scampered out to order the other two books. This is the same woman who just the other day had to resort to covering the book so she could read it in public. Now she was going to cover it in a nice brown paper... she thought it was appropriate, but being unable to find any she resorted to gift wrapping...

For the record those books are not a gift!

Even she has admitted it isn't suitable to give to His sister because she... get this... is a bit of a prude.
Well that clears up where all His inhibitions went to...

The topic of the book came up while one was down there dropping of some medication for His father and we ended up chatting about the aforementioned gift wrapping. In fact we were having a giggle about how bad the books were... 
It was at that moment that His father pipped up and said well if you aren't going to send it to her (His sister) then I might read it...

Virus! Those books are a fucking virus!