The BDSM Gods…
…are smiling upon us.
After working another 14 day stretch of 12 hour workdays, Master decided he was taking all this next week off. Starting tomorrow through to next Monday morning, he’s all mine.
So, tomorrow morning we’re taking off to attend a family deal and then we’re, hopefully, dropping the chitlins off at friends’ houses for about 4 days of alone time. (Please to be sending us all of your good Kid-Be-Gone juju)
In those 4 days of no-kids and no-work, there will be lots ‘o’ hurtin and fuckin. Master willing.
Maybe even a play party should anyone want to come over. I promise to do better with the living room curtain and not shoot broken clothespins from my white trash sheet-curtain at you.
Mayhaps I NEED to go shopping, Master! :-)
Anyway, so I’m a tad distracted and not up for deep thinking (cuz I’m stooopid! hahaha!) because good times are on the horizon. Impatience is my middle name. (Not really. My middle name is Marie. But Impatience would be a pretty one, huh?)
Of course I have a nasty bug settling in my chest that is making me try and hack up phlegm that isn’t there yet. Last week Master was at the doc getting himself a z-pac for his own germies and though I tried to tell him that he really needn’t share everything with me, he ever-so-generously squirted his germs down my throat by way of his cock. Gotta love him.
I’m hoping that I’ll be done hacking before we get to the good stuff or else I’ll be coughing instead of counting.
And my knee hurts. Too much time on my knees for these old bones. *nods* I’m falling apart. I gave Master permission to trade me in for a newer model. He’ll be taking applications if anyone is so inclined. Line starts to the right.
We had a dinner guest again last night. I’m kind of starting to enjoy having dinner guests. I didn’t realize how informal our family dinners had gotten until I started trying to do Master proud by fancying up the table and the service. Not that I do anything spectacular, these guests are work mates, not bdsm fellas, but no matter. It’s fun and Master gives me lots of pets and praises for it. I even talk to them and don’t cower in the corner like they’re going to bite me like I used to.
I made chicken lasagna, garlic bread and a nice side salad, with strawberry cake and coffee for dessert. It were the nom.
We eat a lot of chicken. Have I shared anything other than a chicken recipe? No wonder the kids groan when they ask whats for dinner and I say chicken. Huh.
Well. Whatever. They always eat it.
We always eat dinner together as a family. That’s important to me. We sit at the table and the tv and cell phones are off, and we talk. Sometimes the conversation gets a tad rowdy- we’re an extremely off-color family and telling tasteless jokes is our specialty. Laughing so hard that kool-aid comes out a nose is considered a success in my book.
Though sometimes Master takes his food and eats elsewhere. I dunno. Maybe we’re too much on days when he needs quiet. We try not to take it personal but, we do. Meh. Obviously he’s not obligated to always find our squeals and stories to be good entertainment.
Anyway! Dang, didn’t mean to get so serious!
The other night, Friday I guess it was, Master got called into work at around 8pm or so. A couple of hours later, I’d just taken shower and was in my jammies and in bed when he called. He said he had gotten a flat tire on his way home, was about 10 miles down the road and that I needed to get in the car and drive down to where he was.
So I got up and went, without really thinking about it. Until I’d been there awhile, standing out in the nasty, biting wind in my jams, with my wet hair flying all over, freezing my ASS off, and realized that I had absolutely no purpose for being there whatsoever.
None.
Zero.
He had the jack and spare with him. He changed the tire without needing my help.
He wanted me there and because he gets to decide these things, I was there.
I just wondered what a typical vanilla wife would have done or said in that situation.
“You want me to get out of bed and come and *watch* you change a flat tire in the middle of the night??”
“Call AAA, numbnuts.” (I seriously don’t know why Master didn’t call AAA actually. These things are not for me to know I guess.)
“Fuck off, I’m sleeping!”
Or some other variant of how I think the nilla’s interact with each other. I don’t rightly know, to be honest. They’ve sort of become a whole ‘nother perplexing species to me.
Those are certainly the replies that would have been passed around the break table when I was working, that’s for sure.
Anyway, we got home and went to bed. That was really about it. lol
Umm.. I had more but I forgot what it was. Did I mention we’re getting rid of the kids and that I’m probably gonna be hurt something fierce? I did.
Scatterbrained.
I probably won’t post for a couple of days. I won’t have internet access until the middle of the week anyway.
Be good!
~cunt
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Sunday April 5th, 2009 11:37am
I hope you and S have a great time! And I’m glad that he is taking some much needed time off.
Have fun! Welcome to our world where the kids are GONE! (I’m sorry, I love my kids and I loved raising them, I know you do too, but it’s just cool to be able to walk around nekkid or Dan can just haul off and whack me one or say right in the middle of dinner say, “who’s my little slut-whore” and no one to worry about, enjoy)
As for driving out there and watching him do the tire, it’s like when Dan was in a bad mood and cooking a few weeks ago; I was in my office chatting on the phone with a friend and he said from the kitchen, “Are you coming out here or WHAT?” which meant, “come out here now”, so I hung up and went and tried to amuse him with my oh-so-scintillating conversation and he kept scowling at me which I knew meant he wasn’t in the mood for Cheerful Giddy Amber, so I switched gears and kept asking solicitously, “Is there anything I can do? Can I help you? yatta” which brought on a grumpy lecture about how he’ll tell me if he wants anything now just sit there and be still and do as you’re told, so I sat there watching him cook for 45 minutes in complete silence. Followed by eating the dinner in complete silence as well.
Which is what CrankyPants wanted; I don’t know why, but I did it anyway.
Our Menfolk; who knows why they want what they want? Scott just wanted you to watch him flex his many-man-parts whilst changing the tire, Kaya. :D
Kaya,
So you all like off color jokes, the raunchier the better? Try this one on your kids.
“Why does Dr. Pepper come in a bottle? His wife died.”
The flatter the delivery, the better the laughs, groans and nose koolaid.
Enjoy the upcoming good times.
Beem beem beem beem beem beem beem beem (kids and germ be gone beeming)
Dave
Master didn’t think it was funny! *pout* My delivery must suck.
As a ‘nilla, my response would probably be, “Why do you want me to come?” If there were no legitimate reason, I might go for moral support. Depends how comfortable I was in bed, like. I might just stay there and say, “G’luck!”
Anyway, seems like you’re going to have a good time! Enjoy!
Have a great time! :)
In vanilla land, the guy wouldn’t ask you to come down. He *might* call to tell you he’ll be late, but that’s it.
Have fun.
i *thought* he called you because he needed something to help fix the flat when i started reading that bit…
i actually think there is something very sweet and loving about wanting you to be there. is that…weird…????
hmmm.
dinner at your place sounds like a hoot! wish i could be a fly on the wall :D (though maybe i’d just get my ass swatted – or maybe that’s the idea…)
have a fabulous week of debauchery :)
I’m so jealous. I can’t remember the last time I spent a day with Sir without kids. And sigh, it’s not likely to happen anytime soon either. Such is life I guess.
Enjoy and hope you cum out of it in one piece :D
Sound awesome!! You two both need it.
I made tuna casserole tonight. No one here eats tuna casserole so I lied and told them it was chicken noodle casserole. I doctored it up with so much stuff they bought it. lol.
bwa-ha-ha dk, that is so something I would do; “just eat it, it’s hot and nommy and why do you care why it’s good? Yeah, it’s, uh…chicken!”
Bwahahaha! Dontcha know everything tastes like chicken anyway?
When I lived at mum’s we went by the rule “Don’t ask what it is – if it tastes good, just eat.” Which is how we had cabbage soup and cabbage grattain. Of course, me being the sane one, I never liked those two dishes, so mother would make liver beefs for me. That’s yummy, I tell you!
But everything DOES taste like chicken! Lmao.
I swear a guy had to go to South America and he ate the testicles of some yucky animal or another, and he was like “I hate to say this… but it really tastes like chicken!”
I was just out for lunch and we were talking about odd foods we’d tried. I mentioned that I’d had crocodile once and that (can you guess?) it tasted like chicken!
Am says, do you ever wonder if the people who are used to eating crocodile and then come here and eat chicken and say, hmm, tastes like crocodile.
I lol’ed.
Hm. My husband wouldn’t call. For one, he drives a tow truck and keeps all manner of stuff in the van anyway. (giggle) For another, he’s got AAA (I highly recommend this, in most markets they are the cheapest tow possible), and he’ll call them instead. For another, he knows that up to a certain time of night, I won’t worry. His work may keep him on shift for two or three hours overtime, or he may go unwind at the strip club, or sit round the garage after he clocks out to shoot the shit with the guys.
We are both dominant, so in that regard it’s rather nilla, though a lot of nilla women get way more “You WILL call me if you’re gonna be late!!!” than I do. After all, if he says, “Hey, this really cute woman at the close of shift offered to blow me instead of a tip so I clocked out and called her and I got one hell of a blow job,” I’m liable to say, “Oh, GOOD! I’m glad you had fun! How was the rest of the shift?” (laughs)
Re: Vanillas being some foreign species. I was watching some movie by myself here – I think it was one of the Grindhouse movies or something equally unentertaining. Either way, main character gets upset with boyfriend, and slapped him across the face. I, alone in the house, audibly gasped. I realized then that I’ve changed a lot more than I want to admit because hitting the last boyfriend was essentially common practice (hey, I’m not perfect) and in the ‘real world’ I suppose women do hit guys when they get pissed off.
Me? I was shocked. And obviously it’s stuck with me, since this was many moons ago.
Enjoy your time alone! I know y’all will put it to good use. (And, feel better soon.)
I hope you have a great week with S :)
As for my response, I’d probably rush over there but then make some comment about him wanting to see my boobs as he works. And technically…we’re fairly vanilla.
why on Earth would a non kink wife be any the less loving and devoted to her man?
Of course a non-D/s wife is loving and devoted. The point here is that non-kink wives don’t quite think/do what we do. For most non-D/s women, I think the thought of getting out of bed, dressed and drive to her man, only to watch him change a tire and then drive home in separate cars… that just wouldn’t hit them!
I think its too sweeping a generalisation about the thought processes of other people, who, lets face it we have no real knowledge of. Ascribing motives to others with out really knowing them is not that dis-similar to non kink people saying all BDSMers are dangerous perverts..It is too great a simplification, and while I can understand that some might believe that all members of group A act and think one way while all members of group B think another, it does a disservice to all including those who make such arbitrary judgements and then get huffy when called on them.
I’m not going to pander to deliberate misunderstandings voiced merely to cause strife. Sell that shit somewhere else.
If you get out of bed and go stand by the road in the cold, late at night to watch your husband change a tire because he told you to come then I submit you are a submissive wife regardless of sexual practices.
Have fun! I can’t wait to hear the full report when you get back :)
Have a great time! I’m looking forward to hearing about it. ;-)
Bethie