What d’ya mean I’m not priceless?!

He just came out of his mancave room and launched into telling me about some story that he’s reading.

Some fictional something or other about mind control (he always reads mind control stuff. I’m living proof that it doesn’t work. ~beams~) and slaves and bdsm and he’s going on about how well controlled the slaves were and…

I kinda don’t listen, you know? I hate erotica fiction.

But then he’s like, flapping his arms and getting excited and he finishes with “and the guy wrote a check for 2 million dollars!”

~blink blink blink~

“He sold his woman, his sex toy, for 2 mil,” he repeated, slowly, reverently.

He just looks at me. Silently. Appraisingly.

I guffawed. “That’s st00pid. Yer a dork.”

He narrowed his eyes and did some vulcan-hand movement in front of my face that, I think, was supposed to shut me up. I busted out laughing.

“Pffft.” He said. “You still need work.” and he stalked back into his mancave.

Srsly. He’d be lucky to get 2 bucks for me.

If I cannot attain being priceless, I can easily manage worthless.

:-D

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My stupid slip is showing.

M’s birthday is right around the corner. I can buy him anything I want from Extreme Restraints (except for the $1200.00 gold plated vibrator. Penny pincher!) or from any other bdsm toy provider.

I’ve been browsing and browsing… can’t come up with anything. We’re so stocked up on the “usual” stuff that it all seems old and tired.

Though it scares the pee-waddins outta me to ask you lot, here I am, asking anyway.

Ideas? Hints? Anything new or exciting you’ve done lately (besides wire brushes, kitts, you sick puppy!)?

~cunt

ps. (I have an entry that my brain is stuttering around. I’m trying to work it out.)

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