Reflection

What are all y’alls thoughts on the notion of a slaves/property/whatevers actions being a reflection on the Master/Owner/whatever?

I haven’t had enough coffee to really articulate why I think what I think, all I can say is that I think the notion is bunk.

That could just be because I’m naturally sort of a bitch, and I’m really good at it, and I don’t want to have to give that up if I truly am “making him look bad”.

Also, he just doesn’t care. So, you know, that helps.

He and I both think we stand alone in our actions. My actions reflect on me, his actions reflect on him. He has no interest (at this moment. It’s always subject to change on a whim of his) in controlling that side of me. In fact, he likes it. He likes my spirit, my wit (or lack thereof), my sarcasm and my mouthiness. That other people are sometimes on the receiving end of said wit (and by wit I mean snark, tyvm) is, for him, a bonus. It means I’m leaving him alone for a bit. :)

Although I have to admit that there have been times when I’ve witnessed some unruly slave’s behavior and have thought to myself “Jesus. I can’t believe he lets her act like that!” which completely does not align with my previous statements.

So what do you all think? “Stand alone” or “mirror mirror, on the wall”?

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Q&A

What would it take to get you to post more often?

A maid to do all of those chores that Master keeps trying to tell me is the reason I’m here. Every time I ask for one, he beams and tells me he already has one and her name is the same as mine! What a cowinky-dink, eh, cunt?

Oh he’s a card all right. I’m owned by a freakin’ comedian.

Or, you could donate all of your monies to us so he could retire and then we’d have lots of time to do things that actually give me blogging material.

Barring those two things happening, it’s enough to know that someone wants me to post more often and therefore, I’ll try. For you. :)

Did you expect to like your grandchild as much as you? I’m not trying to be a smart ass (for a change), I am asking if realized before hand how much she would steal your heart?

Yes and no. Looking back, I think I fell the very second Jes walked out of the doc’s office with her positive test result.

But I didn’t know how hard I’d fall when I saw her for the first time. I didn’t know how much harder I’d fall, and continue to fall, when I give her a bottle and she stares up at me with those magnificent blue eyes. Or when she breaks out into a huge, slobbery, toothless grin when I walk into the room. Or when she reaches for me when she’s crying. Or her baby smell, her wispy hair that is identical to her mother’s, her squeals and giggles. God. She so has me wrapped, tight as burrito.

When she goes, as I know she will someday, it’s going to shatter my heart. I know it will. In the meantime, I’m simply treasuring every moment I have with her.

Which would be most effective in convincing your Master to loan you to me for about 12 hours (under his supervision of course)? Money? A really cool hunting and/or fishing trip? A firearm as a gift? Plane tickets? Creating a scenario of maximum mind fuck for you? Something I’ve not mentioned? A promise to make you dress like a Mormon missionary and go door to door asking if they believe the Bible allows a husband to spank his wife?

I would say all or any of the above would do the trick but the fact is, he’d probably do it for nothing. He’d sit in the corner and point and laugh and say things like “My cunt is going to get beat. Neener-neener-neener!”

I assume you mean to beat me, yes? It seems most people want to. Though I’ve NO idea why that is, seeings as I’m so sweet and all.

;-)

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