Posted by caprycorn on Sat 22 Dec 07, 9:51 AM to caprycorn's blog.
Am girding my loins as much as they can be girded in that I don't wear underwear down below (scaffolding is required for the tits, you understand, and probably for the arse too but I have to go without in the lower regions) for a busy day.
We have some stuff to pick up from our old house on the grounds that J didn't quite get the concept of removal men actually removing all his stuff. So cue a short blonde and dumpy brunette walking round the pile o' shite (technical term), sucking air in through our teeth and saying things like "hmmm, gonna cost ya to move this lot, mate!" whilst himself finally gets impatient and tells us to shut the fuck up and get a move on with giving him a hand before he has a discussion with us about tone and content.
These discussions, tone and content, happen from time to time. It normally involves something very stingy impacting with aforementioned nether regions at extremely high speed. Herself cops for it much more than I do; this is one of the joys of being a self proclaimed stroppy bugger and a switch. It means that I have a certain amount more accepted leeway than she does. But then that is in and of itself a circle; she enjoys and flourishes under tighter control than I do. Therefore there is no point complaining when the flip side of that asymmetry kicks in and she is curbed more often than I am.
Cue slightly smug smirk from the stroppy cow at the keyboard.
It's a push this weekend towards getting finally straight. Pictures to go up, stuff to be sorted. Yet another tip run, no doubt. There is also the last bits of shopping to do for Christmas dinner. Oh and vimto. We've run out. Not good. The cat flap needs to be installed too so that the dreaded litter tray can be banished. And if herself is up to it - she's rather snot filled at the moment - perhaps a night out at Nem tonight. I really want to go, but I'm not going to drag a bunged up submissive out across the pennines if she really needs to be tucked up in bed with a lemsip. Such a life of depravity we lead.
The headbox she ordered arrived a week or so ago. She unpacked it with relish; I was looking on in vague incomprehension. There are some things that I don't get and that is one of them. Some of her strongest drivers - bondage, sensory deprivation, high levels of control - just leave me cold. Similarly some of mine, piercings especially, just don't do it for her. But then if our palettes were all the same then how very dull it would be. I have told her that she isn't going into this head box until her cold is better - I have visions of pulling out the plug-mouthpiece and a waterfall of thick green snot pouring out. So perhaps not.
Law of sod that I am in a mood to be evil and she isn't up to it. I could just carry on regardless but then that would be dull. Besides, how can I muffle her screams by riding her mouth when that would actually end up in suffocating her as she can't breathe that easily right now anyway? Necrophilia is a kink too far.
The problem is when I'm like this I end up pushing my luck with himself too; it's frustration as much as anything. And this brings us right back to tone and content because that's normally when I end up on the sharp end of one of those discussions. There is a line and he is not amused when it is crossed. The odd testing toe-poke is fine, so long as it's quickly pulled back at one of "those" looks. But outright rampaging across it is not accepted. And I can tell that I will end up doing just that if I am not extremely careful.
My favourite saying may well be "when you're walking on thin ice then you might as well tapdance" - ie if you are going to do it, do it with style - but it's not so much fun when the ice cracks out from right beneath your (my) feet. So I best spend the time reminding myself of whippy canes (not nice) and tone and content. Because otherwise I think that I might be making the re-acquaintance of some of the kit at Nem if we do make it across, snot permitting.
Except it's not time to worry about that yet. Himself is making breakfast this morning - sausages butties with sausages from our now-local butcher - and it's another lovely day. We're together. It's christmas very soon. And life is good. So whether we do go out tonight or stay in watching SCD, it doesn't make a difference. We're all exactly where we want to be.
