murder – Page 13 – Contemplating the divine

Begging on the streets

Street begging? Eh? I’m opposed to it. I just think it’s unecessary, and disturbs people going about their daily business.

But she insists on it, so of course who am I to argue?

Actually, I prefer to use centimetres. Or even milimetres.

I wonder what the prize is, if he gets them right?

Then again, maybe we don’t have to discuss it right now…. We do? Oh. OK.

Actually, the back of the laptop adjusts. But her way’s good.

I wonder what it can be?

She only does it to be cruel

…because she knows it teases.

Nice to know she still respects you for what you are.

Oh…not the garden centre. I hate garden centres.

Great. You can show off that little dance routine you were practicing with Mike and Gerald before the invasion. Shame about what happened to them… still, never mind.

It does seem a little unfair, on those of us that would like to be in that position.

This is, of course, the glorious Goddess Heather. She shouted at me once, you know. At Club Pedestal. I might have mentioned this before. And I didn’t even have to pay her. Aaaaah.

Sometimes you just have to take time for yourself. Don’t let anything rush you.

Her whim is my command

Of course, this blog is strongly opposed to real bullying. Just keep it for play, in session, that’s what I say. Not that She ever listens, when I do.

It’s odd the things women find sexy, isn’t it? For some it’s chunky jumpers, for others it’s brutal, relentless torture. Mars, Venus, whatever – you know?

That sounds fair. I’m certainly not going to argue.

She deserves a night off, I reckon. She can always pick it up wherever she left off, tomorrow morning.

It’s not a good thing to go around with suspicious, negative thoughts about any relationship. If you start thinking ‘What if Mistress murders me?’ each time, then you’re just not going to enjoy the session, and who does it benefit anyway? I mean, really?