I’m in yer underwear, stealin’ yer man.
Remember that post I made about Master’s “new girlfriend” that was really the cat? (Hee. And remember that chic who got all pissed off that it was a joke? Toooo funny!)
Anyway, she (the cat) is still super attached to Master. (Which still ticks me off since I’m the one who rescued her scrawny ass and who feeds her and who scoops her little cat turds and and and…)
Anyway, I was looking through some pictures for Foreign Object week over at Fet and I found this one. Now tell me this cat doesn’t have a strange obsession with mah Man? Srsly. If she could, I bet she’d be boiling a bunny on my stove.
Do you see that death glare!!? I couldn’t make this shit up! I lock her out of the bedroom at night. *nods*
We had a pretty good weekend. Saturday, we went out in the boat again. For Father’s Day, Master got a little boat motor (so I don’t have to row anymore. Yay!) and we went out into the Big Water.
That’s some scary shit. I did okay. In fact, I did better than okay. But still. That’s some scary fucking shit!
And just as I was all calm and peering over the side, this monster came swimming out from under the boat and scared the pee-waddins outta me.
We were out for a couple of hours. Long enough to get a little sunburn and to catch the same fish twice. (Fer real. It still had my hook stuck in its lip from where he broke my line when I caught him the second time. We’ve decided there are only two fish in the entire lake. The one he caught and the one I caught twice. And a turtle. The End.)
But here’s my guy, chillin’. Chillin’ and fishin’. Such a hard life, isn’t it?
Saturday evening we grilled out some brats and had some friends over. We pretty much spent the entire time talking about Spankfest. (Have you all made your travel plans? Registration for the August dates is open now! I fully expect to see you there. ~stern look~ ;-) )
I tell ya, by the end of the night, I was squirming and wondering if I really really want to take Master out in public. He kept looking at me with that ‘bug under the microscope’ look. It didn’t help that the Dom Friend kept saying “You can do anything to her. AN-NEEE-THING. Whatever you want! Anything!”
And I’m in my head, like,.. Dude! Shhhhh! lol
Then I totally had a “That is so not fair!” epiphany.
Master? Is never ever ever undressed in any capacity when we are at play parties or whatever. Me? Naked as a jaybird. Him? Dressed from head to toe.
So, I’ve decided that the man has body issues. *nods* My armchair psychology at it’s best! Then I’m all well fuck, so do I!!
Now I KNOW, without a single doubt, that I’ll be naked for most, if not all, of the entirety of our camping at Spank.
Totally not fair.
It’s not like I haven’t plastered his cock enough times here that everyone and their mother hasn’t already seen it, but if he so much as unzips his britches at Spank, I’ll be surprised.
Personally, I’d like to be fucked on the picnic table, please.
Just putting a request out there for his consideration.
No pressure!
(Of course, this morning, he jabs me in the arm and says “As your Master I command you to NOT be on your period for Spank! So, you know, I WILL BE because he just DARED my uterus! Stoopid stoopid man! Challenging the girl-bits! They just never learn. *shakes head*)
So anyway, that was Saturday.
Sunday was weird. We were both really really tired. So we did nothing much of anything. We napped. We sat. We read. We talked. We napped.
We ate junk because I didn’t wanna cook.
We went to bed.
I had wanted to get busy on the garden buckets but there was just no energy to be found anywhere. I plan on working on them today, though. If I don’t do it soon, I might as well kiss that plan goodbye too!
I just need a kick in the ass.
Volunteers?
Too bad! You’ll have to come to Spank and then I’ll let ya. :)
~cunt
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