Middle of the Week Musings.

Happy Hump Day! It is almost Friday for all you out there who wish to enjoy the weekend!

Well I am back to complaining about winter, it is upon us full blast. Snow, snow, cold, cold, snow, and cold. You think that you would get used to it living in Illinois in the winter, but it is the same every year, dreaded, and cold and snowy. And still hated. But then again, that will never go away, I don't think humans were meant to live in the cold climates!

And Diva was in an accident, not hurt, not even the car. But she skidded off the road and ended up in our neighbor's front yard. I told her that she needs to quit plowing snow with her brother's car. But I don't think she found that very funny. And now she is afraid to drive in the snow. I tried to tell her that his car is a great big boat, a 1970 Delta 88, and was not meant for the snow, but does she listen, no! Not that girl!

And my son is his loveable smart ass ways, told her that she had no business driving his car to begin with. Even tho he gave her permission. We had to sell hers because it did not run, and we had several mechanics look at it, and still could not figure out what was wrong with it. Now she is without a car, and that is not good for Diva. I hope she hurries and finds one fast!

This week I have went back to being numb a bit. But that is becoming a comfortable place. Since I have been there so much in the past year.

I am glad 2010 is almost over, this year sucked.

Christmas is almost here, and I haven't decorated at all. Maybe I won't this year, but my kids keep nagging me, even tho 18 and 20, I guess they still want rituals.

It is hard tho to celebrate when you have to deal with a death, and have Christmas presents in the closet for him.

Maybe one day I will stop grieving so much. Some days are better than others, but they say to give yourself a year.

Who knows.

Not me.

All I can say is, I hope so.

And that......

Life goes on............

Tawdry Tuesday.

This one is a story about learning lessons. And obeying.


Let me provide you with a little background information first......setting the scene as you will.

I used to go to the clubs a lot, the BDSM clubs, or Social Clubs as they are called. I was very involved in the local scene. And I loved it! I loved the people, the exhibitionism, the freedom of play going on, and just that overall sense of being someplace where you could actually just let loose and have fun. I loved meeting new people, seeing old friends, and just chatting for the biggest part of the night.

One Saturday night a former Master had taken me to one of those clubs, and after doing the greetings and chatting for quite some time, he decided he wanted to do a scene, a rather intense scene and told me to get prepared. Told me to strip down to the bare essentials, and asked me if I had to go to the bathroom. I stripped down until I was standing there in all my naked glory and told him no I did not need to use the restroom. He asked me if I was sure, I reassured him I was.

He made me lay down on this table, kind of like a lower version of a dining room table, well smaller too, and he proceeded to put ankle and wrist cuffs on, along with adding chains to them and securing me to the legs of the table and then came the spreader bar. There I lay all spread out like I was going to be the main course for supper. And as soon as he ran his fingers over my flesh, down to my pelvic area, I had to pee!!! I tried holding it, but have you ever tried to squeeze those muscles in that position! Not gonna happen!!!

I meekly looked at him and started to beg to go pee. He was not pleased, he was annoyed. Ohh hell, I had pissed off the Master! I begged some more and he finally relented, told me to hurry up and get my ass to that bathroom, go pee, do NOT stop and talk to anyone there, or back. DO NOT STOP for any reasons! And if I did I would pay dearly with my flesh! And I really hate pain, so I was gonna obey no matter what! I scurried off to do his bidding.

That bathroom was a long way down, and I had to pass the entire club just to get there. I was off! I tried not to look at anyone and just went inside the bathroom, hurried and peed like a good girl, wiped, washed my hands and fled! On the journey back I could hear my name resounding into the air, over and over they were shouting for me. No!!! I could not stop, don't pay attention, they just wanted me to get into trouble. I looked over my shoulder and flashed a friend of mine a wink. She shouted my name louder.

I turned my head back to the Masterly Dude and there he was standing, hands on hips looking very displeased! Yikes! I made my long legs move faster. Still people shouting my name!! I was breathless by the time I had returned to him. And there he stood laughing at me. I looked at him all indignant, and told him I had obeyed! I did not talk to a single person! His laughter hurled out even more! He kind of spun me around and parted my thighs, and reached down to snag a piece of toilet paper that was caught between my legs. Brought it up to wave like a white flag before my eyes, and bend down to whisper in sadistic glee, "You give a whole new meaning to bathroom play slutcheeks."

I blushed profusely from head to toe.

The moral of this story is: Always check your equipment before doing a scene.

Life goes on..........