We had had such a tremendous evening. Lots of good conversation, connection. After last night's punishment session, we were both wanting something less...intense. I always gotta ruin everything, don't I? He begins to tell me this story about how he, too, is an introvert and didn't like how people would just drop by his college dorm whenever they wanted. Maybe you can tell me what happened. Sigh.
First year I didn't [mind them dropping by]…after, I did…then I wigged out and they got it. LOL.
Bit of an incident. (Here’s where it begins…he calls it ‘an incident’; this is the semantic ground zero from whence all my presumptions begin.)
What a butt.
But it was okay after a while…me?
You sound feisty.
LOL.
Yeah, you.
Why?! You don't know what happened. (De-fen-sive.)
Tell me then. I assume you flew off the handle and went berserk, alienating the entire floor.
No.
You’re the sort of girlfriend that always takes the other persons side, ain't ya? (Presumptions rampant, hypocrite. Now, I’m defensive. No one likes to hear they make a shit girlfriend.)
Sometimes, yeah. Just for fun…
I got robbed actually.
lolalane laughs...knowing he thought that would shut her up.
How's that about people dropping by too much? (How indeed?)
I came back and 100 was missing from my room. So, I asked who had been in.
100, you say.
…and someone told me…yeah.
100 what? Birthday candles?
Pounds, ya dink. What else?
lolalane grins.
Money…so I asked if he'd borrowed it…
I just like to make telling these stories an EVENT for you. (I do…makes it longer, get interesting tidbits, it infuriates him and makes him want to beat me…grins…oh, the many insolent reasons.)
I know. Why do I tell you? And why should they be an event?
I don't need to tell them you know…bloody women. (Oops, too far. Get him back on track…it was his idea to tell me this story. Call him Sir, for good measure. Don’t want anymore of last night…not now anyway…hee hee.)
Cause your veins are coursing with righteous indignation. So, lay it on me, Sir. Hee hee.
About what? Him or you?
Probably both. You're telling me because I had the balls to take the other side. (Oo, ‘the balls’…not good. Foot. Mouth. Fuck.)
lolalane smirks.
Well…not anymore. Fuck ya all.
lolalane laughs.
Sir sulks.
Now, now, muffin butt. I still chuv you.
No. no. I hate disloyalty…you can sing for it. (Oh, this is going badly...adoring love and quick!)
lolalane pounces him and kisses his face, cooing at him.
Sir grins.
Oh, shut up.
Chiddle snuggle bunny is all mad? (Baby talk will totally make him laugh, right?)
lolalane makes kissy noises in his ear.
Ahhh! Hate that!
lolalane giggles.
Don't be a wet blanket, snookie.
Pffff. That won't work.
lolalane sits on his chest and pinches his cheeks.
Ooooooooofffffffff…I can still breath. I'm cool. (Hurtful!)
Aw, widdle binkums gonna kwhy? (If there’s enough sugar, he will miss the substance…or so I assume. Hmm. Let’s see if it works…)
LOL…that is only gonna make me ignore you.
Got his man panties in a twist?
Nope.
lolalane grins.
Happy as a pig in the proverbial me.
Sir grins.
Twying to be mean to Ms.Lola and insinuate she's a big fat cow cause he's all angry? Awww, my little egg roll.
Sir laughs.
I never said you were fat. (That’s why I said ‘insinuate.’)
lolalane kisses his forehead.
You’re so sensitive. You’re perfectly formed. So hush up. (Makes me sound like a commodity…like the prize Chicken McNugget…hee hee.)
lolalane gets off his chest...so he can breath.
Nudge.
All I was implying was that sitting on my chest didn't bother me.
lolalane grins and nods, convinced. (I can do sarcasm, too.)
Now, be a good boy and finish that story. (Oh, will I get away this? It was late…)
Lord. This is the last one though. (I did!! Poor man is tired.)
lolalane smiles.
Then my past is closed to ya. You can just watch T.V. instead. (Threats…to be dealt with later.)
Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir.
lolalane lays back next to you.
You trying to get rid of me?
Well….he said he hadn't borrowed it. I got mad. Pushed him. (Ignoring me.)
lolalane nods at piddle wabbit, smiling.
Most of them thought he was innocent.
Oh, Hulk smash! (Pushy, pushy is better than stabby, stabby, I guess.)
lolalane giggles.
I pushed them back…searched his stuff...
Ooooh!
…and found my 100…plus a CD player.
That liar.
…and a watch…
Oh, look at that. Jesus…klepto.
…which had been nicked off other people…so then I was smug.
lolalane nods...bad, bad criminal deviant.
…and they apologized.
Well, good un then.
…and he was given a warning.
lolalane grins and pats him on the back. (Too much? I can be. Thought the line was still well in view, though.)
Yup. See?
My big hero... (Where’s that line, again?)
You'd have doubted me…Judas. (Though when editing…I realized that he meant Thomas…it was late.)
lolalane grins and kisses him.
Yep.
Have seen your true colours now…my mum does THAT as well.
I have no colours.
You’re too alike.
Just colors.
I may have to end it or change you…
There you go again, sonny boy. (Second time tonight he’s compared me to mumsie…and then he yells at me for teasing him about it…hee hee.)
…or kill her…no, no, didn't say that. LOL.
Jesus. (And he’s rethinking ME?)
lolalane grins.
Yup. You found a button though. So bravo. (He sounds surprised, doesn’t he? It’s that arrogance I was mentioning in earlier posts.)
You're gonna end it cause I am not immediately on Team JB? I like to be convinced.
You don't have to immediately be…but the benefit of the doubt should be with me. Certainly.
Well, I am usually on your team, and definitely if other people are around. (True, can’t be deviant in front of someone else…big no-no. I’m well aware.)
But I can't help jumping on your ass when given a chance...it's too fun. (Also true…gotta tease. It’s my ways…how’s he call it? Taking the piss out of him? Fucking Brits and their clever phrases.)
Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Now I know, I’ll watch out.
Oh, my. You're fizzled over this.
lolalane grins.
I actually am. Slightly worrying…didn't know it bothered me this much.
So. Where did I go wrong? He left shortly after this, in a tizzy about it, and thinking too hard for 8AM. Someone, point out the error of my ways! Fuck. I'm so...grrr. Fuck.
3 Comments:
You know what happened.
Simply? You subbed him out and he knew it -- and worse -- he knew you knew it too.
You got his "Mom" button too -- which you knew. That is a huge button actually.
Personally, I thought you were cute. I was rooting for you, hoping that the charm would outdo the impact -- but no go.
poiesia
P.S. I am horrid at advice. I can't stand down to save my soul and it is what will always screw me over. Ask the bubbles -- she has a better way of handling such stuff in this area. Sighs.
I don't get ANY of this. Must be some deeper shit going on here.
Jerk < Deep
Hey, how can I judge your rack if'n you don't SHOW me your rack?
see!
That was NOT a deep thought at all.
Apologies for a long post lola...
To any other souls wanting to know more about Dominance, here is a pretty decent blog written by a lifestyle Dominant:
http://dementeddom.blogdrive.com
Please read the following section of his definition of Dominant:
Here is a quote from the profile:
"Dominant:
I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.
I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.
You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.
We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.
You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.
You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.
What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.
I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought."
Cheers,
poiesia :)
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