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on Fri 27 Sep 02, 11:27 AM to billybofh's blog.
:: Scene: Cold civic hall somewhere in suburbia. Room full of people looking angry and a little guilty ::
"So! Brothers and Sisters! Are we going to let this.. this... 'Machine' take the place of a good, honest, hard-working subbie?!"
"No!!!!"
"Are you with me!?"
"Yes!!!!"
"We will strike until our demands are met then? Agreed?"
"Yes!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Demand One: All dish-washing machines are to be unplugged and unplumbed. Dish-washing to be the sole-preserve of card-carrying members of the SUBB [SUBmissives and Brats Union]"
"Rhubarb! Rhubarb!"
"Demand Two: Tumble-driers are only to be allowed on the strict condition that strong clothes horses and clothes-pegs are maintained in good working order!"
"Rhubarb!!!!!!!!!"
"Demand Three: Ready-cooked/Microwave dinners may only be prepared/eaten by Dom/Dommes if there are no members of the SUBB within 30 miles of their kitchen!"
"Mumble!!"
"Demand Four: If any home delivery from supermarkets are made - they must be accompanied by at least one member of SUBB being sent out to get one inconsequential (but heavy and/or finger-numbingly cold) item at 3am at the 24hr garage 2 miles down the road!"
"Rhubarb Rhubarb Rhubarb!!!!!!!!!!"
:: At that moment the door at the back of the hall opens. In comes a couple - male with black leather waistcoat and goatee, female with long black hair, dark-puple lipstick and above-the-knee heeled boots - they look displeased and demand... ::
"So! What's all this then?!!!!"
"Err.... nothing.... errrr.... just dusting the hall.... errr"
:: Gathered crowd of subbies proceed to dust while trying to shuffle out of the hall and avoiding eye contact with the couple in the doorway::
"You weren't forming a trade-union were you????"
"No no no no no-ity no-no-noooooooo"
"Sure???"
"Yup..... Can I lick your boots by the way?"
"NO!""
"Poop"
:: Next week: members of SUBB discover that saying "Poop" to Dommes often results in unhappyness ::
