Archive for June, 2011

Just go away.

June 27th, 2011 1 comment

We had a deal. Remember?

We were going to let each other find happiness. You were going to leave me alone, and I was going to leave you alone.

I kept my side of the bargain. Why won’t you keep yours?

Fuck. Off. I am through with you.

I refuse to be a victim again. This time, I will press charges if I have to.

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The Things We Miss When Life Gets Busy

June 25th, 2011 Comments off

Examples of Required communication in a Higher MODE such as the slave mode: Speech will change depending on the MODE a Master has placed his slave in.
A. “Master” is the Master’s role, title, and name. A slave will always refer to him only as “Master”, “The Master” , “my Master”, “Sir”, or “my Owner” depending on how it is being used in a sentence and to whom the slave is speaking.
B. A slave’s reference to herself is always “Your slave” or “Your property” or “she” as a secondary reference when speaking to her Master. When speaking with others, a slave refers to herself as “this slave” and uses “she” as a secondary reference. A slave will never use the words “me”, “my” or “I”. The only exceptions are that a slave can say “my Master”, “my slave sister”, or “my slavery”
C. A slave says “Sir, Yes Sir, Thank You Sir!” every time the slave:

  • i. Is given any order
  • ii. Is told any piece of information, even if it doesn’t affect her
  • iii. Has her speech or behavior corrected or explained

The slave says “Sir, No Sir, Thank You Sir!” when her response is negative.

I miss this. I mean, we never did the “Sir, yes sir, thank you, sir!” thing. Master tailored it to His liking as He does pretty much everything. And I fought it every step of the way as I do pretty much everything.

This one day, we were driving to work, and He forgot that He’d left me in our version of slave mode. I wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to, and He hadn’t spoken to me.

He says, rather sarcastically, “So obviously you have a problem with the way I handled your behavior this morning. Out with it.”

And I blink up at Him and stare for a moment. “What’re you talking about?”

“Well you haven’t said a word since we got in the truck.”

“Master, you left me in slave mode. I’m not allowed to talk unless you do, and you haven’t.”

“Oh. Well. I guess I better take you out of slave mode so you can work.”

I laughed. He glared.

As much as I hate it and rail against it, I miss the formality.

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Cause Maybe You Haven’t Heard

June 25th, 2011 Comments off

So, my state’s Senate approved Governor Cuomo’s same-sex marriage bill last night. Cuomo signed the bill just before midnight. Provided no one is able to give cause to stop it, LGBT couples will be able to wed beginning in late July.

That makes us state number six. We rock.

That is all.

Except a giant congratulations to those of you planning August weddings!


Oh, P.S. Wear a White Knot in support of marriage equality and tell people why you’re wearing it. Maybe your state will get on board too!

Just Call Me Smart-Ass

June 24th, 2011 Comments off

So Master was slapping me across the face repeatedly and He couldn’t figure out how to open His trail mix.

I pointed out to Him that He had to tear off the top of the bag, snickered and said, “That’s why it says, ‘To open, tear here.'” so He slapped me some more.

This is where I get confused. I’m supposed to be fully transparent, right? So keeping my next thought from Him would be just as bad as my next thought, right? So when I blurted out, “It’s not my fault you’re retarded.” He should have praised me. I mean, I’m just doing what I’m told.


P.S. I giggled the whole time I wrote this. And the whole time He slapped me after I told him what the bag says. And while I wrote this postscript. I mean, it really isn’t my fault! 😛

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Sometimes Things Just… Click

June 17th, 2011 Comments off

We went to lunch today with the intention of cashing M’s check and dropping his pay stub off at a local car dealership for preapproval for a lease. We were gonna pop by the dealership some time next week and look at a car. We expected it to take a couple days to hear back.

When we walked into the dealership, it was empty. We asked for the guy M had spoken with on the phone, and were pointed to his desk. He took the pay stub and M’s license and walked to the finance office. A few minutes later, he came back and said, “Ya ready to pick a car?”

Uh… yeah?!

So we strolled the aisles and settled on a cute little black car. It’s got a couple scratches, so we’re gonna pick up some touch-up paint after we pick up the car.

The next hurdle was insurance, so we walked down the road to this little office with three desks and a woman with flowers on the ends of her pens. She was so insanely nice. And within 20 minutes, we were on our way out the do or with our insurance cards in our hand.

We pick it up on Tuesday. It’s covered by warranty so we’re going to take it to our mechanic. Make sure there’s nothing major wrong with it.

Next weekend? We’re gone. Who the fuck knows where. Just not here. I cannot wait. Pine trees here we come. ~blissful sigh~ God, how I’ve missed you.

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Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired – Maybe TMI

June 15th, 2011 2 comments

<Disclaimer: The beginning of this post might just be TMI. You can skip it if you want. I swear I won’t be offended.)

Two weeks before my period, I start to get tired. Real tired. Drank-3-pots-of-coffee-in-two-hours-and-still-having-trouble-staying-awake tired.

A week and a half before, I stop being able to get comfortable in any position. Sleep becomes a little difficult and is somewhat broken. And I start to get bitchy.

At the one week mark, I start getting sick. Mostly stomach issues. I start to become a bit of an introvert and I fight pretty much everything even if it’s actually something I want. Sometimes I want to be drawn out of it. Sometimes I just want to be left alone. My owner’s never much concerned Himself with what I want in these situations because He knows me well enough to know what I need and responds accordingly. Read more…

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