Another day at the beach

The day dawned overcast, grey and bitterly cold thanks to the gusting winds. It was in short a perfect day for the roofing crew to turn up en masse to rip off the old fibro roof and replace it with something less hazardous to health. Like many of the older houses around here the roof was made of asbestos. Being by the beach people wanted things that were impervious to the weather and time and, as it turned out, modern medicine.

Needless to say it was something of a relief to flee the house just as they were assembling on the front lawn... even if it was to go to work. He was not so lucky; his arrival coincided with them actually knuckling down to it. His day was filled with the sound of men tramping around overhead and the continual roar of a generator. It was a very sleep deprived man who picked one up at work several hours later.

We sped off home... one of us had the night off and the other one of us has tomorrow off... beams happily... to an early dinner and an even earlier night. There was a perfunctory offer of sex in there... which was turned down in favour of the sleep that was reaching up to claim one's body and managed to keep it for a solid 10 hours. He was not so lucky. His body expected to be a work and was a little unsure of what it was doing in bed at that hour. No doubt He was awake dreaming up mean shit to do to one small slave tomorrow L

Parallel universe

Sitting in the lunchroom at work, one was thumbing listlessly through a woman's magazine. Did you know that there was a time when those magazines were a fascinating read? If ever you come across one from the 40's or so you should take a look. You'd be surprised at how far they have deteriorated. Anyway back to this...

What one ended up perusing was a rare interview with Tanya Herman, who killed her boyfriend's wife allegedly at his behest. She was convicted of the crime while he committed suicide before coming to trial. Now the reason for the interview seems to have been because she didn't like her portrayal in the TV drama "Wicked Love", but that is not what this is about. What caught one's attentions was the quote "He was my world. He told me what to wear, what to eat, what to think- he even dictated who my friends were and who I spoke to" Jackson, Rochelle. 'Partners in Crime' Australian Women's Weekly March 2012: pg 54-58

Reading the whole article one thought, well if ever He starts laying out suggestive clothing... err... suggestive of a cat burglar that is... after commenting that His mother needs to die... Actually we've had that conversation a few times over the years. Mind you she probably has had similar thoughts about one small slave... hmm... better keep an eye out for balaclavas in her wardrobe too...

So here we are, two women with similar relationships and it could be argued similar conversations...

What makes one of us more inclined to scamper out and do their bidding? Did her partner sound more serious? Was she more inclined to be obedient? Perhaps she had more motivation in that he promised to marry her if his wife was out of the way.

There are no real answers to these questions... sorry... life just isn't that cut and dried. It does make one profoundly grateful that He isn't serious about killing his mother though...

Tantalising tales

Well one could write about being fucked in the arse again, but let us just say that at this time of the year the tiles are spectacularly cold when it is 5 (41F) degrees outside... and not much warmer inside. In case you are wondering why one is whining about the weather so much it is probably pertinent to point out that our houses are not heated. In fact they are built to be cool; off the ground with wooden floors or as in our case built solidly on the ground with double cavity brick walls that are probably close on to 25cm (10") thick. This has been a cold winter and it isn't even August yet... brrrrr. But as always one digresses... where were we? Oh yes, anal sex...

Post shower...

Ah yes the image one wanted to convey...

Him all tucked into bed, pristine from the shower he had eased one out of...

Surrounded by His boxes of collectible figurines toys...

Portal perched within easy reach...

One small slave scampering out of the room, thinking this will end the need to get out of bed naked every five minutes to change the characters... the cord is long enough for the portal to reach... sweet

And His dulcet tones floating after one small and now late for work slave going...

Well this works, but don't think this is going to replace you hopping across the floor naked to change these over.

It was the tone of the scamper wasn't it?

Bastard!

On the road again and again

Six (sort of) local shopping centres...

Six EBs...

At some stage in here one small slave muttered that while unlikely to ever get the good slave award one should at least be in the running for the good girlfriend award...

He turned around and said you already have it... it's called a collar

Three Big Ws...

Three Targets...

Two Mr Toy Worlds...

One Toys R Us...

Later...

We are still missing one (1) figurine...

It was while doing the weekly grocery shop, at one of the more salubrious shopping centres, that one small slave discovered something interesting...

Their shopping trolleys have cup holders for your coffee and extra holders in the cart for baguettes and flowers...

Mind you at the price of their flowers you wouldn't want them rolling around with your shopping.

And one remains unconvinced by His argument that the collar is a reward at all... in fact one suspects it is the very opposite...

A spark of rebellion...

And how to stamp it out

Taking a purple top out of the miniscule wardrobe and putting it on a hook, one pulled out the boxes of bras. Peering at them one selected a nice bright red one and put it on. Slipping into the top one adjusted the neckline...

He walked into the room, looked at the colour, smiled and said I like you in purple. It was a smug smile of victory.

Reaching for a bag the neckline moved to reveal the red bra...

He laughed and said I see you are still in denial

We scampered out for what was supposed to be a few quick items and ended up as something else altogether... as it does.

See while we were out one noticed that the "Skylanders" games and characters were heavily reduced. It was something one had noticed that He had lusted after quietly, it is the Xbox answer to the Spyro of old, but with toys collectable figurines. He had looked, but resisted up until this point... mainly because He knows what he is like... slightly compulsive.  So turning to Him one asked if he would like it for a combined birthday and Christmas present. He gave one with that look...

Yes, you can have it now... honestly it was easier than listening to the wheedling that would have ensued

So we ran around all over the shopping centre... to come up two characters short.

There is a road trip planned for tomorrow... there is always a road trip L

And the evening was spent with one small slave hopping out of bed every five fucking minutes to change the character on the portal... and it had to be a different character so He could try them out.

I think when you aren't here I will just pop the portal on the end of the bed. It's going to be very frustrating to have to do this all the time.

Yes, yes it is!

Bastard!

It was meant to be...

A morning of gentle chores followed by hair, nails, general girly fluffing before scampering off to a decent hotel for cocktails and free products. A situation somewhat euphemistically named training. There was even a wine coloured dress and spiffy little snakeskin patterned shoes in a similar colour laid out.

What happened was an obscenely bad migraine

And that was all she wrote L

Threatening behaviour

Have you finished the book yet He enquired as one scampered past

Umm... no...

Have you started the other books?

Umm... might have. You know just to see if they downloaded properly...

Don't make me take the other books off your Kindle until you have finished it He said

Do that and one simply won't be reading anything... on principle.

You know the Master preferred reading list used to be mildly annoying... this is taking it to a whole new level of... something beyond that...

And you know one gets that it would make some feel all submissive or something... It does not have that effect here. It makes one just want to disobey and be petty and cut one's nose off...

Yep nothing adult going on here at all