It's been a really busy couple of weeks. and I'm having a much deserved lazy day. Of course I got up early and did all this stuff so I could actually DO nothing.
I've been to Houston to see My grandson and My son and daughter. Work has been a killer with back to back events and boy that has disappeared and left Me worried.
Next week I'm heading to Spanksgiving in St. Louis and to see finn.
That's the short version. I've been driving finn crazy worrying about andrew. The boy needed help escaping from his living situation so Charles offered to get him an interview with one of the other branches. I spoke to andrew at length about it and he seemed very excited. He even messaged me the morning of the interview saying he was getting on the train and to wish him luck. Then....
nothing..
just Nothing....
He never called to tell me how the interview went... I've called and called and he doesn't answer. I've texted him which is his usual choice of communication. Now, I think this is just strange and I guess it feels good to write about it here. I'm sure that finn and Charles are hoping that I'll write it here and stop bothering them about it but it's just so heavy on My mind.
I am in this strange state of worry and anger. What if he got hurt leaving the interview? What if some tragedy happened?
On the other hand. What if it didn't? What if he has applied some strange rationale and decided not to have contact?
Well no matter what it is, I tried to do something good and it's not worked out well at all. I don't like these kinds of mysteries.
At least I have spanksgiving to look forward to. finn promises that it will be just fun and relaxing and I'm looking forward to that. In an effort to give back a little, I have agreed to DM on Saturday night. finn will be volunteering during the day friday when I'll be traveling.
I'm looking forward to coffee in bed and doing whatever I want. Thats always the best....
Kiss kiss
Ky
Saturday, November 10, 2007
finn the washerboy
finn's wife had surgery and he offhandedly mentioned to Me that she was filling her days watching tv and doing laundry. This made Me crazy and I told finn to do the wash to which he replied that he had no idea how to use the washing machine. This essay is the outcome of My command to him....
The increase in the availability of information about D/s and in my case about a FemDomme relationship has been well documented. When i started looking to participate there was a thing called "postal training" which actually relied on the postal mail system. Now there are a number of vehicles that allow for subs or slaves to be instantly humiliated either by web cam or in the case of financial domination there is amazon, paypal or niteflirt.
When i was able to go on trips or vacations by myself and leave the city limits of the small town i lived in, i sought out XXX bookstores where they had an ample supply of FemDomme and male submission magazines. Of course the magazines were sealed in saran wrap so the customer could not actually see what they were getting but i remember one story in particular in one of the first i had bought.
The story was about a submissive whose task was to launder the panties of his Mistress using his mouth! The writer described the bits of lint, hair and other things that he was forced to swallow while acting as a human wash machine. I remember back when i was curious and young reading the story over and over as i fed my need for humiliation.
So the other day i had a flashback. Mistress Kytherea and i were discussing what my wife was doing during the day as she recuperates from a torn ACL in her knee. i told my Owner that my wife was getting bored and tired of laying around all day with her leg sticking straight out in front of her so she would do some laundry. Well i'm sure you can imagine obviously it hit a cord with my Mistress even though the washer and dryer were little more than ten steps from where my wife has been laying.
So i felt the interrogation lights come on as Mistress drilled down as to why i wasn't doing the laundry. i told Her it was because i didn't know how. and She of course replied "WHAT!!!!!"? i tried to explain in vain of course that there were a lot of things in the new house that i didn't know how to operate. The remote control to the flat screen being just one other example.
As you can guess this little essay is Her attempt at "fixin" that. Now i know how to do the wash:
First; Put clothes inside the washer.
Second; Pull open the drawer in the top left and add soap... not sure how much, but i guess if that other boy can just use his mouth i guess it doesn't matter too much.
Third; Turn on the control button... that's the ON switch
Fourth; Set the big button for the type of load.. normal wash, heavy, delicates etc.
Fifth; set the water temperature... cold, hot and warm
Sixth; Push the "hold to start" button
And away we go... humming like a top. To use a phrase from a car salesman i used to work for. He would say about a used car... "She's a nice piece!" Our washer is too.
be well,
finn[Ky]
The increase in the availability of information about D/s and in my case about a FemDomme relationship has been well documented. When i started looking to participate there was a thing called "postal training" which actually relied on the postal mail system. Now there are a number of vehicles that allow for subs or slaves to be instantly humiliated either by web cam or in the case of financial domination there is amazon, paypal or niteflirt.
When i was able to go on trips or vacations by myself and leave the city limits of the small town i lived in, i sought out XXX bookstores where they had an ample supply of FemDomme and male submission magazines. Of course the magazines were sealed in saran wrap so the customer could not actually see what they were getting but i remember one story in particular in one of the first i had bought.
The story was about a submissive whose task was to launder the panties of his Mistress using his mouth! The writer described the bits of lint, hair and other things that he was forced to swallow while acting as a human wash machine. I remember back when i was curious and young reading the story over and over as i fed my need for humiliation.
So the other day i had a flashback. Mistress Kytherea and i were discussing what my wife was doing during the day as she recuperates from a torn ACL in her knee. i told my Owner that my wife was getting bored and tired of laying around all day with her leg sticking straight out in front of her so she would do some laundry. Well i'm sure you can imagine obviously it hit a cord with my Mistress even though the washer and dryer were little more than ten steps from where my wife has been laying.
So i felt the interrogation lights come on as Mistress drilled down as to why i wasn't doing the laundry. i told Her it was because i didn't know how. and She of course replied "WHAT!!!!!"? i tried to explain in vain of course that there were a lot of things in the new house that i didn't know how to operate. The remote control to the flat screen being just one other example.
As you can guess this little essay is Her attempt at "fixin" that. Now i know how to do the wash:
First; Put clothes inside the washer.
Second; Pull open the drawer in the top left and add soap... not sure how much, but i guess if that other boy can just use his mouth i guess it doesn't matter too much.
Third; Turn on the control button... that's the ON switch
Fourth; Set the big button for the type of load.. normal wash, heavy, delicates etc.
Fifth; set the water temperature... cold, hot and warm
Sixth; Push the "hold to start" button
And away we go... humming like a top. To use a phrase from a car salesman i used to work for. He would say about a used car... "She's a nice piece!" Our washer is too.
be well,
finn[Ky]
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