NOTICE (The following is meant to be self-deprecating humor, and NOT me bitching. Please take with a grain of salt.)
So, last night, sometime in the early evening, the power went out, and I do mean black out, and was still out by the time Master came home from work. It was pitch dark out, when He got home, and I had taken the liberty of lighting candles, incense, and trying to charge my MP3 player.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men right?
So, Master walks into the bedroom, and pulls out a glowing green leash (https://fetlife.com/users/770563/pictures/30408384 pic of the leash), while announcing that he wants to go for a walk. I groan. I hate exorcize, I'm a bookworm, and generally have always been out of shape. So right off the bat, this sounds like all kinds of suckish. I whine, I bitch, I moan, I wheedle, beg... you name it. No dice. I may be a tricky little ferret when I want to be, but Master can out stubborn me any day, (no small feat, by the way.)
Generally speaking, Master gives me A LOT of leeway, and treats me more like a pet than a slave, in Aiwait-nii-chan's words, and I get away with a ton of shit. However, there are nights like last night where simply put... I can wince, cry, and beg, but eventually, I'm going to do what He wants. "It's so cute how you think you have a choice." I believe was His exact response.
Fine... fine. I'll go on the damned walk. I'll wear the fucking leash. But I -DON'T- have to enjoy this shit. See, leash-walking with me is a sore spot. I like humiliation (to a certain point) and I enjoy being trotted out and shown off... but there's just something about being led around on a leash that simply gets under my skin.
Granted, there's all kinds of examples in Gor of this being valid for the way I was trained, kajirae = right-less animal and all that jazz...(another day, another post) but eh. So I throw on my hoody, try and cover up my face, (just in case!) And we go for a walk, just the three of us. Eventually, I get over heated, and out of breath, and the hoody comes off. Jokes on me there, I guess.
The walk goes without incident, we come home, I'm miserable, out of breath, irritable, and my shiny new collar? It's actually a little small. Small enough, and with brand new unbroken in leather, that it's chafing my neck a bit. So, off that comes, with Master's blessing, I collapse onto the bed, after undressing, and I just sort of flop there. I'm sooo done, by this point.
And then He leans down and whispers how proud he is and how veeeeeeeeery happy I made Him. So suddenly I'm not as tired as I thought I was. The rest of the night devolves into a fun, but rather insane play session. Uneventful for the most part, (besides me some how burning my hand lighting a stick of incense, still not sure how I managed that.)
Long story short? Usually, I hate the dark, and black out's tend to tweak me. But after last night? I'm kind of not worried about it anymore. I think I like black out's now... even if I do have to wear that fucking leash!
