Casa de cunt
It’s been a busy couple of days at teh casa de cunt.
Not that I could pinpoint any one thing that’s kept me busy. It’s been a cumulative sort of busy. We went to a little renaissance fair for a couple of hours and he bought two rabbit furs that make for amazing sensation play. I know my vegetarian friends will shudder at how I think it’s erotic to have a dead animal rubbed over my freshly whipped and hotly welted skin, but there it is. It feels fucking fantastic. :P
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Then we had Jack and Jill and another Domme and another sub over for a cookout. I grilled out chicken, made a spinach-strawberry salad, steamed veggies, a potato casserole, and for dessert, I grilled pears and pineapple, served with a raspberry drizzle (that was more of a raspberry splosh than a fancy-shmancy drizzle) (The grilled pineapple was yum, the pears were meh)(The chicken was dry, the casserole was a hit) (The salad was nom).
We had a great time. Keeping company with other kinky folks is pretty fucking awesome. It just kind of boosts things up.
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We went to an outdoor wedding reception garden party which was awesome. There were flowers everywhere. It was so purty. And there was a chocolate fountain.
A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN.
So I convinced Teh Man that fruit dipped in chocolate was still healthy diet foods and he let me have some. Idn’t he a doll?
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I also had a house to clean (for that super-super part-time not-really-a-job job that I have) but it was an easy one to do. Not nearly as filthy as some of them that I’ve done. She said she’ll have another house for me in a week or two.
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Speaking of jobs, I have a possible line on a real part-time cleaning job that he (we) can’t seem to decide if I should try and get it or not.
It’s office/factory cleaning, about 20 hours a week, afternoons, M-F.
My hesitation is over Babygirl. I’m incredibly reluctant to put her in daycare having had a bad daycare experience when my girls were babies. I’m VERY distrustful of babysitters. Not only that, but since the job is just minimum wage and a daycare charges about half that per kid, I’m not sure that the little financial gain is worth the worry of Babygirl being there.
His hesitation is mostly domly-spoiled man stuff. He doesn’t care about the money, and though he shares some worry about daycare he’s never had a bad daycare experience (or any experience for that matter) so that’s not his main concern. He’s pretty much thinking of “the time and energy to go clean for a couple of hours every day will have to come from somewhere and how much you wanna bet that somewhere will be ME”. Because it can’t come from Baby, and it really can’t come from the cooking and cleaning I have to do here, sooooo…..
Not that having a job and raising kids and doing your own housework while still being a service-sex slave isn’t possible. I know most of y’all do it and do it well. It’s just the very reason he pulled me out of work in the first place was precisely because he didn’t want to share that time and energy anymore than he had to.
So, you’re probably wondering why we’re even considering the job at all, huh?
Well. I don’t rightly know, to be honest. It’s hard, I guess, to turn down easy money. But a decision has to be made shortly or I’m gonna lose it anyway. He keeps going back and forth on it. We’ll see I suppose.
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Master adopted me a chihuahua from the humane society.
I know, right? Whiskey-tango-foxtrot, Chuck?
See, what happened was Jes came home the other morning with a stray dog that was sitting on the side of the road. I called in to report a lost pet right away and within a few hours, the owners had called and were making arrangements to pick it up. In the meantime though, we all got a serious case of puppy fever.
It’s been almost a year and a half since we put Master’s baby down. He’d not even seriously considered getting another dog until he had that little stray pattering about the house. He almost suggested that I not even call it in to report it, but of course that’s not the right thing to do. The dog was obviously someone’s pet that got lost and not a real stray. He was trained and too friendly. Had the owners not called though, we’d have kept it, I’m sure.
Anyway. The dog went home and Master suggested that I browse the humane society’s website, which it just so happens I was doing even as he spoke the words, and we zipped on over there to meet the pooches.
Master’s always been partial to bigger dogs so that was the game plan when we went in. Meet the dogs, play a little bit, see what they have that meets his wants.
And then we left having adopted a chihuahua. There is just no telling, yanno?
I don’t know his name just yet. He’s definitely not keeping his shelter name. It just so happens to be the same name as one of my childhood abusers. So, yeah. NOT. I need some time with him to get his personality. He’s a long-haired one, looks something like this, only I don’t think he had all that white on him:
We don’t have him home yet. He has to get his vet stuff finished. He’s not a puppy, he’s 6 years old. He was transferred from another shelter where he came in as a stray because he was set to be put down, and I guess sometimes before they euthanize, they’ll give them a chance in another location.
I’m a little worried. His age, plus the fact that he was a stray and then a shelter dog- I’m thinking housebreaking might be a job. But he’s not anti-social, he walked on a leash. He was friendly, he didn’t bark much, didn’t seem to care about the shelter cats, and he passed all of his testing. No food aggression, no aggression apparent to kids.
Anyway, I’m already planning ways to block him in the kitchen at first. That’s not as easy as a babygate in the doorway; we have a semi-open floor plan. But I definitely want him off the carpet and away from the baby for awhile. Baby thinks puppies are the neatest thing since fig newtons.
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We didn’t get that house I mentioned last week. It went to the people before us. Which was okay since right before we were notified, Master poo-pooed the idea of moving anyway. He went on to talk about how he moved here precisely because he wanted this isolation, which, since we haven’t talked about our future M/s plans for so long, was kind of nice to hear. I’d kind of thought he’d maybe moved away from his interest in the whole ‘cunt in a cage’ concept, but apparently not.
Not that we’re incredibly isolated anymore either. When we moved here, there were a scant 3 houses down this road. In the last two years, the builder has added 4 or 5 more. There’s a fair bit of traffic these days, including people just strolling or biking along. But not all is lost as we still have the acreage that came with the house which secludes us a little bit.
So, yay for that, even if I didn’t get my 7 bedroom, double living room, 2 garage, Victorian monster with the wrap-around porch. I still have a 5 bedroom, 3 bath, with a deck and a terrific future cunt cupboard under the stairs. *beams*
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I was just talking to Jill about the ebb and flow of the more noticeable activities of M/s, and had remarked that Master was in the flow portion of the ebb-n-flow. He’s been stricter, harsher, firmer.
I’m not complaining. I’m enjoying the fuck out of it.
I think he’s enjoying the fuck, period.
The other day, the planets, stars and moon aligned and we had no kids for a short time. At first neither of us were aware of the gift that I had fallen in our laps. All of a sudden, he came stomping into the living room, looking all pissed off, looked at me innocently sitting on the couch reading a book and snapped “What the fuck are you doing?”
Which just about had me pissing in my panties as I searched my mind for just what exactly the fuck I was apparently supposed to be doing.
“Um. I don’t know?” was my intelligent reply.
“We have no kids here. Get your ass in the bedroom. Why aren’t we fucking?”
“I don’t know!” was my much happier (and hella relieved) reply.
So I went and we did and it were grand.
Then, a day or so later, it was my turn. We were laying in bed reading our books and it dawned on me that we should be fucking so I turned to him and said “Hey. You wanna fuck?” and by way of answering he whipped the sheet off his body and pushed my head down to his dick.
I took that as a yes.
Then we had incredible, amazing, sweaty, hot, upside down sex that made my eyes roll and my toes curl and made him collapse on top of me and giggle (yes. I know. He GIGGLED. A manly-domly giggle but a giggle nonetheless) as he said “That. Was. AWESOME!” (just like that kid on the tricycle at the of The Incredibles).
And then just last night I was in the shower when he came in, yanked the door open, pushed me down to my knees and spurted all over my (freshly washed *sigh*) face and hair. And then he left.
Then I whined because it got in my eye and my eye got all stinging and bloodshot, which he thought was funny so he tried to take a picture of it and I couldn’t keep my eye open for the flash of the camera so he was pinning me down and trying to pry my eye open while flashing the camera directly in it and I told him he was gonna blind me and that was *for sure* against the rules of bdsm and he’d be kicked outta the SSC club if he didn’t stop- and then I saw flashbulbs for ages.
The picture is fucking hilarious, but also fucking hideous and no, no you cannot see it.
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Also, it looks like we’re gonna make it to Twisted Tryst. I’m trying not to get my hopes up too far, and he’s being real careful to temper all talk about it with the disclaimer of “but things come up and we might not..”
However!
We’re fucking going.
The End.
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Wednesday August 11th, 2010 6:22am
tl;dr most of this.. I kind of skimmed. I have a busy day. Cute dog, Kudos on chocolate fruit. Yay kinky friends, Sorry about the house, but if you’re happy, then it’s okay that you didn’t get it, plus moving sucks.
CUTE CUTE DOG! (mine are cuter, obviously, but yours is cute, too.)
Smooch, Love.
Kitten
If you’d read, you’d see that mine is clearly cuter.
:)
1) Since you insist… *shudder*
2) I want a chocolate fountain.
3) Where do you find day care for that cheap? That’s insane. (Not that you were asking for my opinion but I’m giving it anyway – it probably isn’t worth it for minimum wage 20 hrs a week)
4) Screw the chocolate fountain, I reallyreallyreally want a dog. One of these years. Maybe. *sigh*
5) Screw the chocolate fountain AND the dog. I would give my eyeteeth for a third bathroom.
6) Teh sexx0rz are awesome.
7) Have (provisional) fun!
That’s cheap daycare? Fer real? I thought it was friggin’ outrageous. $3.50 an hour?!?!? per kid?!?!
If someone had more than one kid, it wouldn’t pay to work.
This is how the poor stay poor. I’m saddened.
When my kids were little it was $2.00 per hour, per kid. Christ, I only made $6.50 an hour. But I qualified for a low-income daycare program.
Still though. That’s crazy.
(Three bathrooms is pretty fucking sweet. We came here from a house with only one so I remember the pain.)
Current house has two bathrooms. The upstairs bathroom is so small the door opens onto the toilet. The shower in the basement bathroom backs up with sludge whenever we run the dishwasher.
New house has a full bath on the main floor and a toilet in the laundry room. Oh, and a lonely shower down in the basement.
One day I WILL have a bathroom on every floor of my house. One day…
Chocolate fountain? Yummy!
Doggy? Too cute. And many adult rescue dogs are already housetrained … hopefully that’s the case with your puppy dog.
I hope he is, too. I’m not even sure how to housetrain a dog.
We are getting our English Mastiff puppy tomorrow. Wheeeee! One book recommended to us was The Art of Raising a Puppy by the Monks of New Skete. It gets into all of the basic training, including housebreaking.
I bought in on amazon. We totally need it because I’ve always rescued adult dogs who are already housebroken.
Good luck with the house training!
SQUEE!
SQUEE!
You better hump my leg.
I’ll hump every freakin limb you have.
*raises hand*..I am not proud, I will watch.
Your doggie is the cutest! Forget ever really housebreaking a chihuahua, they don’t usually seem to “get” it. But they are so cute and their messes are so small, you can forgive them. :). Crate training is helpful and he shouldn’t mind since he has been “crated” a lot lately. Let me know if you need any more chihuahua info, they are just little bundles of love! So awesome that you are giving this little guy a real home. :)
I’ll take whatever info you can share. I’m going into this clueless.
But really they don’t “get it”? That sucks balls. :(
It’s been forever since I’ve been to a renfest and I am dying. I am not made for this time period, let me be in the right era for a week! T_T And rabbit fur is fucking amazing. I like it rubbed over scratches in particular. Also for cuddling.
THAT PUPPY IS ADORABLE AND PUPPIES ARE SO ONE OF THE BEST THINGS SINCE FIG NEWTONS (I assume, I’ve never really enjoyed them)
When you go to TT, tell Ghost he is mean. BUT FLEE. IMMEDIATELY.
Does that mean you aren’t going? Boo. I wanted to meet you.
No, Ghost was pretty much ‘it would be wise if you stayed off of my turf’ when we discussed going.
And then there’s the fact that he’s really mean AND LIKES TO GET ME IN TROUBLE… I am pretty sure that wouldn’t end well. BUT BUT BUT WE ARE ON THE WAY.
ON THE WAY.
TO THE PLACE :DDDD which means we’ll also be on the way back! Which means you have two chances to stop by!
You are SO not getting that job. He doesn’t want your energy taken away from him. It was funny the way you said it though.
Cute dog. Can’t wait to see him. Good luck with training him. People swear by crate training. It sounds mean but apparently it’s the most reassuring thing for them. A safe place for them to be.
Heh. Probably at exactly the moment you were typing this comment, he was telling me how he didn’t think he’d be letting me take that job because he likes me here.
Too funny.
Gotta say, our baby girl LUBS her sum daycare! She’s gotten more and more bored being with just us adults all the time. Now that she’s 16 months, it’s obvious the older she’s gotten, the less “fun” we adults are.
She goes two days a week and has a blast. So much so that she usually screams when my daughter says it’s time to go because she’s in the middle of so much fun and other toddlers and all the toys, etc.
“Say bye bye!”
*screams and kicks while L carries her out* ahaha
Plus she’s going down to sleep better at night! Lately she’s taken to standing up in her crib and running back and forth giggling instead of lying down sleeping.
Not with daycare, she goes right out like a light, my daughter says. :)
So not all daycares are “evil”, in fact, I owned a licensed/daycare/preschool for years and it was a blast, for both me and the kids. The “kids” still remember me fondly, too. In fact, I’m on Facebook with some! They have their own kids, now, crazy! Just like being a grandmother… How did that happen? LOL :D
I have thought about how she might enjoy daycare and the chance to socialize and play. I really have.
And I know there are terrific daycare providers out there. I don’t lump all of them into the bad category.
But once you’ve had that experience, it’s awfully hard to be comfortable providing an opportunity for it to happen again, even knowing that the odds are that it would be fine.
Anyway- he isn’t letting me take the job so it’s a moot issue for now.
Glad you are not taking the job, it sounds like too much what with Baby Girl and your own house and family.
I’m happy for you that you are *going* to T_T.
Cute Dog! He looks like a Gus, or Chopper to me. Or let Babygirl name him…I always wanted to name a dog “goggie”.
Your descriptions always crack me up! I could almost hear the giggles. Thanks.
You totally should come to TT. *nods*
The name could end up being Buppy as that’s what Babygirl calls every animal in the world ever. ;-)
Aww, that reminds me of the first dog my family had – they got him about a year before I was born and named him Pepper. When I was little I couldn’t say “Pepper,” so he became Buppa and that stuck for the rest of his life =)
We go on a big camping adventure trip every other year. Next year is the Great Lakes. I’m hoping to convince him we need to drive through Wisconsin in June or August on our way to Superior! ;-).
You had me at chocolate fountain…
I’m feeling you. I think I drooled on the lawn when I saw it.
I so miss having a dog. Master talks about it sometimes… puppy lust. But with us both working we always end up deciding not. But… le sigh… oh well.
Dogs are like having a kid.
Oh, dear, I didn’t even read the comments before I’m posting this which I normally do because the internet has me in a web, but could you BE any more adorable.
I will read anything you write, but when you rambling, obviously giddily happy it makes me smile so hard. :D
I swear, you could write the phone book and I’d read it. Yes, I am a fangirl. :D
Hee. Thank you!
Congrats on the dog and the occasional crazy sex.
I used to work at an animal shelter. House training is a dog by dog basis. One of my friends has two chihuahuas and she had no problem house training them, and they were both older rescues. It’s 75% the upbringing/training, 25% genetics of the dog. I’m not saying there is an absolute, but I’ll ask my friend what she did to house train hers.
And 6 years isn’t that old. that’s early middle aged as far as dogs go.
childcare centres here can cost anywhere between AUD$55 and $125 a day!!! I have no kidlets but was curious after reading this post. Now I’ll definitely not be breeding! ;)
You crack me up! Kudos on the crazy sexy fun sex. Nothing hotter than discovering you have the house to yourselves and go fuck wild!
I adore that lil dog you’ve got there! Buppy’s kind of cute. ;) We have a Chi chi: a mix between a chinese crested and a chihuahua. We rescued her and she did potty training just fine. She has to go out more than our other dog though…about every 2-3 hours.
Also, $3.50 a day is about right for daycare. (Even though I know you don’t need it, I’m being helpful towards stressing you out in the future. *wink*) I get a good discount and pay $2.81 an hour. My sister in Maryland? She pays $4.25 an hour. It’s ridiculous.