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Friends Award

(from: toothpastefordinner.com)

Kaya just awarded me with a Friends Award. I feel like I’m up on stage at the Oscars, and I’m trying not to cry and say something like, “And I thank my family, and my fans, but most of all I thank God!”

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.

The Rules to accepting this award: “Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Like Kaya, I find that “my problem is in only getting to choose eight out of so many deserving writers”! The following are in no certain order:

1. Miss Maggie Mayhem (And no, sweetie, you’re not just getting this because you’re that kind of friend with benefits!)

2. Adele Haze, whom I think is just So Damn Cool!

3. SpankBoss from Spanking Blog, whom I know I’d have a blast with if we hung out IRL!

4. Thomas S. Roche who always has such cool stuff up on his blog, and who needs to hang out with me now that he can’t claim that his job is making him too busy!

5. Pandora Blake who I don’t know half well-enough, but anyone who wrote this must simply be a friend I haven’t properly met, yet!

6. Abel and Haron at The Spanking Writers, whom I totally need to hang out with sometime when my Master takes us across the pond!

7. Niki Flynn, who wrote the amazing Dances with Werewolves, and who keeps dancing with werewolves and other scary monsters in her “Not Blog.”

8. Fyre’s jewel` (and by extension, Fyre!) I’m not sure when I first met these two awesome people, some years ago now, but they have been a part of my blogging life ever since, and I’m very glad! Well, except for Fyre’s evil puns…! [jewel`'s blog is private, but darn it, I wanted her on my list! So you can all just assume her blog is fabulous!]

I decided when I started this list to leave my LiveJournal friends off, because it made doing the list so much easier (and it’s not an unnatural demarcation, because journals and blogs are different things.) But I’d like to give a “shout out” to all my friends on LJ who write as passionately about their lives as anyone on WordPress or Blogger. There’s too many of you to list, but you know who you are!!!

As you lot all know from recent somewhat maudlin posts of mine, my Master has been away. Well, he got home late Saturday night—which did leave me time to have Miss Maggie Mayhem over for flirting and planning world domination and Indian take-away—and after he got home we all hung out a bit, before she had to go catch the last train.

My Master was exhausted from travel, and he plunked down in front of the TV to unwind before bed. He looked through the recorded shows on our DVR, and discovered that the box had become full, so had deleted some shows. The ones it deleted were our entire saved-up Season Two of Skins.

I had said that while he was gone, I’d watch the Tess of the d’Urbervilles that was taking up space on it, but I totally forgot, having become entirely caught up in Coupling.

Now, he has at least six Top Gears on there, but he is the Master, so it’s Tess’ and my fault that the Skins were deleted. He was really angry about it, which I would get if it was episodes of Dr Who, but while I enjoy Skins, it wasn’t life-or-death to me. I went and hid in the bathroom for a little while, and overcame my feelings of resentment for being snapped at for something I considered so trivial.

Here’s where being a slave is so good for me: instead of snapping back at him when he snapped at me, I went off, licked my wounds, and came back, well, if not bouncy and effervescent, at least quietly accepting of my fault and ready to move on if he was. Happily he was, and I ended up snuggled against him as we watched … something, I don’t even remember what. And then we went to bed and there was more snuggling and everything was okay … and it was okay because I didn’t snap back at him and turn it into a fight (and how awful would that have been?! “Welcome home—now let’s have a fight about something stupid!”). I let go of my hurt feelings and accepted his. Sadly, the only way I’ve been able to accomplish this consideration and emotional intelligence is to become a slave and not have carelessness, selfishness, and stupidity as options anymore. (Well, they are an option, but they inevitably lead to the paddle, and perhaps some kneeling on rice, so they become considerably less attractive as options!)

The next day, after our usual leisurely Sunday morning, I asked if I should go have a bath and do my shaving. He said yes, and I went off to go splash and soak and generally enjoy myself while making myself all smooth. When I came out, squeaky clean and moisturised to supple perfection (I’m a wee bit fanatical about personal maintenance), he was in bed with a book. Wheeeeee! I thought, and headed right to join him, naked as a jaybird.
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January ended with a bang! No, not the crack of the paddle against my bottom (thank all the gods of spanking, and um, bottoms) but just in a happy, happy weekend that makes me look forward to February even more!

Saturday was just plain good. The early part of the day was spent lazing around. I gave myself a mani/pedi as my Master did stuff on the computer, we watched an episode of Gordon Ramsay’s The f Word (thanks Mr. Stagg for the tip!) and Skins – Vol. 1, and I continued my re-reading of Maia.

After tommy-toe-toasties we went to bed and my Master read me a story from Janus Magazine while we cuddled naked, and then held me and whispered about terrible things he’s going to do to me (involving me being tied down and tormented with stinging nettles!) while sticking his fingers into my disturbingly wet pussy (at least, I’m disturbed! I shouldn’t be so turned on by nettles! I’m so attuned to his desires now that whatever he wants to do to me gets me excited, no matter how much of a bad idea it might be to a sane and reasonable person!) and then I gave him a blow-job while he probably thought more about tormenting me with nettles (whatever it was, he came very hard, one of those orgasms that just goes on and on), and then we snuggled and felt very pleased and satisfied about the whole affair.

In the evening was a local absinthe party, and we were taken by Miss Maggie Mayhem. Before the party, we took her out for Thai food – a new place we hadn’t tried before and it was a big success. We spent a long time in the restaurant talking and flirting and enjoying good food and good company.

We stopped off at home so us girls could do final wardrobe adjustment and reapply lipstick, and ended up spending too much time there as well. This was a problem because poor Maggie, due to a scheduling matter entirely out of her hands, had another date that evening, who was meeting her at the absinthe party and spiriting her away to another shindig. Well, we made her quite late to the absinthe party, and I ended up keeping her even later since we had promised each other to kiss all each other’s lipstick off, and I wasn’t letting her go until she’d lived up to her end of the bargain!

Strangely, her date didn’t seem to mind Maggie and me doing some serious tongue-wresting, breast-rubbing, thigh-humping, standing by him in the middle of the roof (decorated with little lanterns on strings, with tables and chairs and heat-lamps). It was quite cold up there on the roof (and I wasn’t wearing much: black spandex leggings with my favourite high-heeled black ankle boots and a tight black sleeveless shirt with a sheer lace back — no bra or pants, of course!) but while I was making-out with Maggie, I really didn’t notice it at all!

Sadly, a sense of social fairness forced me to let Maggie go about her evening (I hadn’t had a chance to get drunk, yet, was the problem. If I’d been drunk, I wouldn’t have given a fig what anyone else — except my Master — wanted!

With Maggie gone, my Master and I wandered around the party, looking for something else to entertain us. When we wandered back to the small stage area, we found a band playing, and so settled down to listen to Vermillion Lies.

Then there were a couple gals doing burlesque from Hubba Hubba Review so we hooted and hollered as is good form at a burlesque show (or the gals will be upset you don’t find them sexy!)

In the meantime I was knocking back “Red Dabel” absinthe from the Czech Republic. It was very tasty and went down quite smoothly! And it was an absinthe that is best with the sugar cube flamed, so every time it was made for me I got to watch the blue fire melt the red-soaked sugar cube into the cup, before it was finally doused with the cold water…. Happily, I didn’t get annoyingly drunk, or say anything stupid. I just got very snugly with my Master, and gave him long lustful kisses whenever he turned his face my way.
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A few more shots of the sumptuous Miss Maggie Mayhem (the star of yesterday’s “Oooh, just blame me, sir!” post) ….

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My dear friend Miss Maggie Mayhem just posted a private entry she kindly is allowing me to repost a bit of, because I know you lot will like it!

But every now and again my mischievous streak that likes to come out and play. At heart I am a bit of a flirt and no one is really safe from my intent to arouse. There is a manager at work who has grabbed my interest. He’s older than I am and has a nerdy good nature that I tend to go for mixed with a little bit of charm. We don’t work for the same department and we rarely cross paths but he always says my name with a sly smile. We ran into one another outside the main building and naturally I stopped to make some small talk and he mentioned that he was a little stressed about having to fix a few problems that had come up for him. Without realizing it, the little devil that lives in my head totally hijacked my body.

“Well that doesn’t sound very fun at all. You know, sometimes I feel better when I just blame it all on someone else. In fact you should just go ahead and tell me it’s all my fault.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I bet it will make you feel a hundred times better. Try me.”
“Maggie I’m very disappointed. I put a lot of trust in you to be able to handle these kinds of things.”
“Oh sir, I’m going to work very hard to make sure I don’t let you down ever again. I’m very sorry.”
“You know what, I do feel better. Thanks.”
“My pleasure entirely.”

My pleasure indeed. This was about a week ago. I left thinking that he was flirting with me or I was going to find myself accused of sexual harassment. But today he summoned me for my assistance with a workshop he’ll be leading on Friday….

(If you can hear Maggie’s sultry voice in your head as you read it, as I can, it’s even hotter!)

I imagine that this could play out well for everyone involved! After the workshop, the manager could explain to Maggie that he was somewhat frustrated with how things went, and Miss Maggie could selflessly [cough] volunteer herself to help him work out his frustrations. One can then easily see Maggie bent over the manager’s desk, taking 12 of the best while he makes her apologise for any number of his frustrations…!