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| Brindle |
on Mon 9 Feb 04, 11:22 AM to Brindle's blog.
Well I camped out at my dad's for most of the weekend cos I was poorly and it was the best place to be. Not only was I fed whiskey and painkillers but I got to hear lots of interesting discussions. Debates on teh finer points of using fiery jack, the nature and expression of collars, the symbolism of these and the fun to be had when you hogtie your boy in the cellar and display him to your horny friends via your webcam.
Oh - and then there were all the noises - I spent most of yesteray and this morning trying not to smirk!
Indeed when asked if I was worried by the sounds coming from the Black Room last night (my Dad's boy was trying to reassure me that what was happening was enjoyable to all parties, as if I were in any doubt!) I was disappointed that my keen offers of help were not taken up! But I think that the conversation over the breakfast table convinced the interested parties that I had simply enjoyed being in teh general environment and was pleased that my presence hadn't inhibited anyone's activities.
I was then offered the opportunity of inspecting the marks from teh clothes pegs and asessing their sensitivity with my fingernails. What a nice way to start the day!
Edited Mon 9 Feb 04, 11:34 AM by Brindle
