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I read an interesting blog by jade, on Queen Bees and service. I recommend you read it, here, it’s really an interesting entry.
I think that often one of the things that’s hard for people to understand about being a dominant is that being served is not always as easy as it might seem.
For one thing, being served well requires training someone in how you like to be served and that means, then, that you put up with less than ideal service for a while, because no one is going to get it right the first time.
I often use tea as an example in explaining service.
I drink a lot of hot tea. I think I’ve had four or five pots of tea today...Read More
I am going to post tonight something I wrote earlier today.
The minister who married us is leaving the church.
Yes, I was married in a church and the ceiling did not fall down on us.
I wore a leather pillbox hat and leather gloves I’d been given as a piece of earned leather.
I’m not really a Christian at all – I don’t honestly know how I’d define myself, it changes nearly daily. But we both wanted a fairly traditional ceremony, none of the unity candle and vows we wrote ourselves.
slave drew grew up in an Episcopalian church, and that was where we went to be married.
We were very lucky, our minister was a lovely man, and a wonderful speaker, and is now leaving us for the greener pastures I always knew would beckon.
We in the congregation were asked to write something for him to...Read More
I have had an unusually lazy day, in some ways.. slave drew had a minor procedure yesterday and I’ve spent most of my day laying in bed with him, watching television.
I did run an errand or two, and made a rather lovely dinner of a fish casserole with olives and garlic and potatoes and lemon. I’m also looking after a friend’s dogs while they’re out of town for a couple of days. I do need to run out and take care of them shortly.
I rarely have the kind of day that involves watching a move or two, a longish nap this morning, and the seeming inability to do ANYTHING of any value.
Although, having written my own blog about accepting quiet as a time to recharge, perhaps I should just shut up and enjoy, huh?
I am sitting in bed, with slave drew, watching television and generally hanging out, something we rarely do.
He is playing on his Kindle, surfing and at this moment translating a German phrase of some sort. He tells me it says, I am very cute, smart, clever, sympathetic, pretty and arrogant on top of it.
I think you have to be German for it to make sense.
We are watching Midsomer Murders, one of our BBC mysteries, about which it always strikes us that so many people could be murdered in these sleepy English villages and there still be enough to put on the next year’s church fete.
I am drinking a lovely tea, a black one made with rose petals and tiny buds. It would likely be too flowery for most people, but I’m quite fond of it. It smells like a bouquet of roses.
I spent some time tod...Read More
So, today was the first day of 2013, and I made a good start to it, and I am happy about that.
slave drew and I had some left over lasagne I made last night, which was quite good. We also realized that between about 4pm and 8pm, he ate:
Two veggie dogs with bread.
His LARGE serving of lasagne, and about a third of my more reasonable portion.
A good sized salad.
Five muffins. Yes, that’s right, five. These were not little gem muffins, these were full-size muffins I made this evening, and they were pretty good.
So, I fed slave drew, which is not a small thing.
I uploaded some photos for drew to his Facebook account.
I also responded with a long email to something, and I added nine new events for my BDSM Basics series, with class descriptions for each month, which is a good part of the ...Read More
I’ve not felt very well for a couple of days, a stomach thing that was minor but didn’t feel minor, but I’m feeling closer to myself now, though still not 100%.
I’ve had a quiet couple of days, not doing much, not going anywhere, other than slave drew and I going out today to the mall. He wanted to look for something and I went along. I found a couple of things at good after-Christmas prices, so it was worthwhile.
We made a quick grocery run, too, and now we’re home until we head to see slave drew’s brother, his wife, and their two children tomorrow evening. Then we have one more gathering
Other than that, I’ve spent the day at home, and I have no complaints about that, either.
It snowed last night, so I got up to a very pretty world, the kind with a couple of inches of very wet sn...Read More
The year 2012 is winding down.
There are three days left and then this year will be over. I can’t say I will be unhappy to see it in the rear-view mirror.
It hasn’t been a bad year, in many ways.
In February, my own Bluegrass Leather Pride contest went well, despite having lost two venues in the last month or so before. We ended up doing it in a private home and the upstairs of a local restaurant, and while it wasn’t ideal, it worked. My contestants didn’t end up competing at GLLA, but that happens sometimes.
I was also in Indianapolis in February for Beat My Valentine, an event sponsored by IMAS, Indiana Masters and Slaves.
In March I drove out to Dallas, to South Plains Leatherfest, to watch Charles and jacki compete for International Master and slave.
In April, we went to Fort Lau...Read More
Yesterday was an interesting day. In addition to my Santa run, it was also the Great Squirrel Adventure.
About 9am I heard SOMETHING in the garage. A big thunk. An alarmingly big thunk.
I went and looked, but saw nothing.
Ten or 15 minutes later, there was another. Not as big, but still…
slave drew was out and about, but I called him.
He came home, looked around, saw nothing, and headed out to do his errands again.
About 20 minutes later, I start hearing something. In the fireplace itself. Not the chimney, the fireplace.
I texted drew this time.
“There is absolutely something in the fireplace.”
“I can hear it moving.”
“In the fireplace of just up the chimney.”
“I can hear it clearly.”
“On my way.”
While I was waiting,...Read More
I went to two gift exchanges in two days and had a good time at both.
We went to my friends Donald and Chris’ party last night. I’ve been going to that same party for a decade or more now. It’s a fund-raiser for the residents of the House of Ruth, a local AIDS hostel.
It’s also always fun. Some years it’s been quite large, last night it was smaller, but it was quite pleasant to have time to visit with the folks who were there.
We always do a gift exchange at the party and it’s one of those where you can choose to open a new gift, or steal a revealed gift from someone else.
I have learned over the years to always steal if it’s possible, and if there’s nothing that really strikes your fancy, then take the most popular present even if it’s nothing you particularly want.
Because someone ...Read More
I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew t...Read More