Got up bright and early for Master Larry and slave barb's 101 Ways to Destroy Your M/s Relationship. I always wondered what it would be like to be submissive 24/7. I don't think it's for me long term (I'm learning that I'm kinda switchy and I like bossing people around too much), but I'd kinda like to try it for a weekend, just to see what it's like to really let go, just to see if I could do it.
I saw part of Julia's Predicament Bondage, but had to duck out early to catch the start of the British Formula 1 (which is so appropriate given the circumstances). The guy at the bar gave me the remote and I settled into a chair while the staff prepared for the Tea Party. Another kinkster and racing fan (who's name I forget) joined me and we sat chatting about the race. Lewis Hamilton was way, way in the lead and it was raining the whole time so the race itself was a little boring. We both gave up mid-way at lap 31.
I did a little shopping: a starter kit of hemp rope from Venus Ropes and the Njoy Pure Wand.
After lunch was Felice Shays' Fisting for Perverts which was the perfect grand finale for the weekend. I think I'm going to establish a training regime of some sort for my vagina, because I really love being fisted when it happens, but I'd like to get there more often and with a little less... dramatics shall we say, on my part.
On the train platform on the way home, I sweated under long sleeves to shield my purple arms from the general public. The next day at work, I had to make up a lame ass story about falling down some stairs to explain my obvious difficulty in walking. One of my co-workers kept running it through her head, "So you slipped on a marble staircase and fell backwards..." Just believe the lie, I thought to myself.
Now, I'm completely capable of walking, the bruises are healing nicely and I'm making a brand new perverted to-do list, but for now all of this writing has made me weary. I'm going back to my hot toddy and The Postman Always Rings Twice.
