Having a Blonde Moment
No offense to all you beautiful blonde folk out there. I’m merely going by the definition supplied in the Urban Dictionary, which is “A flash of momentary stupidity”.
But because I’m a brunette and obviously smarter than the blondes ( :P ), I managed to halt that flash of momentary stupidity before it really got past my lips and into Master’s ears.
Here’s how it went.
He’s a groping kinda fellow. That seems to be a shared trait amongst people of his nature, this tendency to tweak nipples and grab crotches and smack asses… you know, just be fucking irritating take liberties with their property.
And sometimes, especially if I’m busy doing something, it gets on my nerves, like, woah.
I seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY hate sneaky random acts of violence. Those swats that come out of nowhere when you aren’t expecting them fill me with a momentary rage that would make Joan Crawford look sweet. I handle it though. I mean, he’s aware of it- he just doesn’t much care…lol
I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and repeat as I’m counting to ten “It’s his right, it’s his right, it’s his right” and ta-da! All is right in my world again.
The sexual groping is different though. The majority of the time, it doesn’t even bother me. The majority of the time, the objectification is hot. The disregard of my feelings, the dismissal of what I’m doing, the callousness of his touch = hot.
Just sometimes… man. Sometimes I’m just not there. And after a couple of hours of his hands grabbing at me everytime I walk within reach– Grrs.
So it was that this time, I was bent over picking up baby toys, which, srsly? The least sexy chore. My mind was far and away, planning, actually, on how I’m going to get Babygirl to go to sleep soon because I’m exhausted. I didn’t even notice him behind me.
But sure enough, I feel his hand slipping between my legs, rubbing up in my crotch while my hands are full of blocks and rattles.
The blonde moment came in when I shot upright and said, rather snippily, “Seriously. Dude. Would you knock it off already.”
The brunette moment that saved my ass came about 0.28 seconds later when I started to say “Being treated like a cunt all the time is pissing me off.” and instead I shut my fucking mouth and waited for the repercussions of what I HAD said, and simply counted my blessings for what I HADN’T said.
They weren’t bad, the repercussions. He laughed, told me to get the fuck over it and finished his caveman-esque groping of my nether regions before wandering off, leaving me to give myself a stern talking to on remembering my place and purpose. (So you see Master? You don’t have to. I done already did it. *beams*)
Because I am a cunt. Being treated as such is not an inconvenience. It’s a privilege.
Think that would fit on my eyelids in tattoo form? Oy.
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Wednesday February 24th, 2010 11:14pm
Kaya,
Nice save. Out here, we call the slip diarhea of the mouth. My problem is usually the opposite, something I call a brain cramp; where I can’t think of something I know I know for the life of me.
Dave
I have “open mouth insert foot” sydrome- no really, it is a true disease that is completely out of my control ;)
Perhaps you should just go for diagnosis.
[rq=2238029,0,blog][/rq]Cup HNT
thanks for the hysterical image!
and you are so lucky to be groped whenever…take that from one who is never groped by my S/O… By my Sir…welll, that’s another matter entirely, but we are together only once a month so..yanno…i’m undergroped.
hee. nilla just created a new word for the sex dictionary. “Undergroped-v, transitive…1.to be underutilized as a sexual object, and not subject to groping 2.to be denied such a priveledge as an owned slave/sub/slut.
so, count yer blessings!!! grins!
nilla
[rq=2238492,0,blog][/rq]2/25/10 HNT She got (short) legs…
Seriously NICE save there hon. I can only imagine though what he would have done if you had said that aloud. Tee-hee. The way I figure it…all groping is good when it comes from our Sirs. Is preferable over no groping, right? Besides, you remember the old saying, “You only hurt the ones you love”? Groping, at least in my life for the most part, is like that…”you only grope the ones you love”. May you always have your Sir to grope you! Tee-hee. (poppet wanders off to do self-groping for awhile).
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I was whining to the Captain the other day about how hard it is to talk to moms at the school and such because I’m always filtering what I’m about to say for… content.
He suggested I should start running the same sort of filtering program before I say anything to him. My ass would probably hurt less if I did.
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Just think how much worse NO groping would be – ie no interest on His part. How much louder does he have to holler that you still turn his crank?
Is repiprocal groping encouraged? It is around here, but often leads to a little frustration if the immediate situation does not allow full escalation to other more pleasurable activities (ie 98% of the time :(
Reciprocal groping is allowed, just not nearly with the same, um, intensity, that he’s allowed to grope me. ;-)
LOL Nice save. His reaction to what you did say was great.
I think that if you didn’t have so much spirit, your Master wouldn’t have so much fun. He comes off as a man who likes a challenge.I could be wrong…but I am guessing I’m not.
We all know what Blonde moments are, and we know Brunette moments. What would a red headed moment be?
I knew this redheaded chick in junior high and she was MEAN.
Master is a redhead. And he’s vurrah vurrah mean.
So, I’m guessing a redhead moment would be something evil. *nods*
I’m a redhead. My daughter -in -law says I’m crazy. I don’t think of myself as mean, just a little impulsive on occaision.
Being a redheaded Scot-Irishman, I tend to agree with the mean part! It’s comes from centuries fighting everyone in Europe!!!!
Hehe close call. See when you don’t have groping on a daily basis you kinda miss it … well I do. See the grass ain’t always greener.
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