Two little pigs

We were sitting down watching a documentary about the BBC's Radiophonic Workshop (probably most famous for creating the theme music for Dr Who) when He said your breasts are on the play list.

What do you mean?

Look He said, rewinding to the right place. There! Pinky and Perky.

See many years ago the ex named the breasts Pinky and Perky. It was the first and only time any body part has ever had a pet name. She later amended it to Sir Pinkus and Sir Perkus as they grew much bigger, but in their youth they were Pinkie and Perky. And there they were on the screen... their names up in lights so to speak

Huh maybe she named them after some show she saw or heard as a child. The names may have stuck in the subconscious. So off one scampered to the computer to look it up and sure enough there they were. It seems it was a BBC children's program...

Pinky and Perky were named after two animated pigs...

It seems strangely appropriate J

Just in case...

You were wondering how one spent part of today...

Sigh they are just so fucking pink!

Oh there were such plans

Today is the first day of our weekend and we do not have to go somewhere, do anything, get this or that or even leave the house. It was perfect... we looked across the couch at each other as we luxuriated in the knowledge that we didn't have to leave it and made plans for the day...

The gym, some laundry, a little lunch and each other... maybe a snooze

Of course what happened was it was a free meal and had carbs so instead of the wild sexual odyssey with pictures, it became hell let's just do each other, have a snooze and have round two in a couple of hours... before dinner so we don't end up like this again.

So we did each other... a bit too well as it turned out. We had enough time to have the kind of sex we prefer... the kind that ends up with an orgasm that rattles the back teeth. It also rattled a few blood vessels judging by the bleeding that occurred afterwards. Oh He was gentle due to the fact that we haven't had time to have anal sex for so long... we still have sex just more the passing, quickie variety. That weight loss of His has culminated in the extra inch that they predicted and the arse now offers nothing in the way of protection. But! The teeth did rattle thanks to a multiple orgasm so it was worth it J

And we fell into a deep sleep...

As it turned out the sleep lasted the entire afternoon and one has woken up just in time to put dinner on...

That combined with the bleeding (which is still occurring) means that rampant sex will probably not occur.

Mind you there is a good chocolate mud cake for dessert so all may not be lost J

Realisation #92, 93 & 94

Hauling on the gym bottoms one noticed that they were wrinkly and baggy in strange places and realised it was time to move to a smaller size. Feeling quite pleased with this...

The sad thing about being an hourglass figure is that you can literally lose over ten kilos and no one notices because it comes off evenly... mind you the upside is that you can put it on the same way and the first inkling that something is wrong is not being able to do up your jeans to the tune of about an inch...

one scampered to tell Him.

That's wonderful He replied

And as one was leaving the room to find shoes He started to sing the refrain from Wonder Woman.

That's got to be abuse

And He can suck the joy out of any occasion L

Positive reinforcement

You know one was just reading on Fet about the importance of positive reinforcement... there is no time to actually reply or start anything, but due to the 12 1/2 hours of time spent commuting for the four shifts one actually works there is time to read... and it got one thinking about Him. See one is starting to suspect that He's doing it wrong. And according to Fet that is red flag too 'cos it erodes all that trust stuff that is so important.

Apparently to get the most out of your slave you need to reinforce the good behaviours... rewards and the like... hell one will respond favourable to food treats... hint, hint. Instead what happens is that He stuffs one into costumes. And one speaks as a person who has an 'I Dream of Jeannie' costume staring down from a hook as one types this. That can't be right surely?

By and large one is agreeable and obedient... glares at those who are rolling around laughing hysterically. In fact when being inserted into a costume one often asks what one has done wrong. The reply is always nothing; I just like seeing you in them. Now if one perceives costumes as a punishment and one hasn't done anything wrong, they hardly constitute as positive reinforcement...

So He's sending mixed messages

Ergo He should stop

Logic is a beautiful thing J

The blank page

Most days one sits in front of a blank page and words just come pouring out. They rush and bubble and tumble faster than the fingers can type them. Other days one sits in front of it and it just stares back. A slightly accusatory tone floats around the edges of its luminous surface... it knows there are things to be written, otherwise why would it be up. But still the words won't come...

Those are the days when the mind slips into a jumble of incoherent thoughts. They refuse to coalesce or stay on any topic. Oh one starts to think about something and before one knows it the topic has been changed. It is done like a master magician doing sleight of hand... too subtle to follow.

Today is one of those days...

A downward spiral

The day started out with a migraine... never a good beginning. It then involved slightly insane customers, discovering that the last junior with any experience in one's section has just quit right before Christmas and culminated in a one and a half hour trip home on the bus due to traffic. It was now 7pm and there was still dinner, the gym, breakfast and lunch for Him and a myriad assortment of chores to complete, including dishes, before stumbling to bed at 10.30.

Frankly it was a place that one was just grateful to be going to by that stage. And then His dulcet tone rang out, did you see the present I got you?

No, where?

In here He replied

Now He was in the study... like one had had time to go there to even look at the computer let alone do anything else. Trudging back to the study one stopped in the doorway. There hanging on a door was an 'I Dream of Jeannie' costume. There was a nun's costume as well, but it was the pink awfulness of the genie costume that had one transfixed.

Yeah present really doesn't mean what you think it means

I think it will be wonderful hearing you say "yes Master" while wearing that. In fact having you wear that while doing my bidding for a day will be a great gift. Love you He added, in that saccharine tone he uses when about to get his own way... the only acceptable way.

Yeah one has doubts after this. In fact that is another word that one suspects doesn't mean what you think it means.

Fuck you Sydney Sheldon for ever putting that meme into the universe!