I’m not pregnant and no we’re not getting another pet, animal, or slave.

I’m talking about a new addition to The List.  The List of people I would theoretically leave Master for.  Yes, he knows about this list and he has his list, too, only it’s women and I think Angelina Jolie is on it, but she’s more of a one night stand than a happily ever after.  Anyway,

Tom Shaydac.   He’s a film director and on my hawtometer, he rates hothothothothot.   If one were to blend Hugh Laurie from House and the guy who plays Gaius Baltar on the reinvented Battlestar Galactica, one would undoubtedly arrive at a Tom Shaydac type concoction.  Aside from that hotness, he’s also an evironmentalist and just a sweet sweet man.  That sweetness would probably be the thing that would doom our relationship. Kittens need rough treatment, lest we foget our places and get scratchy and bitey.  But in my fantasy life, Tom is just rough enough.

Honorable Mention goes to Wierd Al Yankovic who is that same kind of hot, but I wouldn’t trust him in bed. He’s a different kind of sadist and I already belong to a man who knows that a corny ass pun, at times, can be worse than a whip. Plus, I know that the Weird Al thing is just the Michael Shanks look-a-like connection. Look real close.. there’s a little Daniel Jackson in there..  Eyebrow/cheekbone/face shape and nose.

Off to see The Wizardess.  I’m going to Ma’am’s house for the day!

Happy Birthday, Theresa!

How cool to have your birthday also be TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!

ARRRRRRRRR!

Kitten

Master is making me do the Day ZERO challenge. I have to come up with a list of 101 goals and achieve all of them in the next 1001 days. My challenge starts once I complete the list of things I want to do. These can be anything. They don’t have to be slavery related, but they do have to be things that will be challenging for me and will push me out of my comfort zone substantially. They also have to help me grow as a person in confidence and in self esteem. I haven’t decided how I’m going to do it. He may make me start a blog devoted to the pursuit of these 101 achievements but he hasn’t decided yet.

I know why he’s making me do this and frankly, I’m not happy about it.  I don’t want to be outgoing. I don’t want to brave the world and do new things.  I like my world the way it is: Never shaken, never stirred and always right side up.  I like isolating myself and doing things that are fun only to me. Yes at times it’s lonely being me, but I take that in stride. Why the hell can’t he?  Why has he always got to be about the business of shaking my shit up?

Of course all my goals and achievements have to be approved by Master, and I’ve already found out that writing “Keep things exactly as they are” 101 times will just get me a evil eyed side glance of doom so I’m going to actually get down to writing out this list.

What are 10 things you’d like to accomplish if given the freedom to devote time to projects and achievements all your own?   I’m interested.

Answer here or in your own blogs or both. Seriously, if you’re reading this.. answer the question, please.

Kittens and Curiosity. We go together.

Okay. I like pain just as much as the next masochistic slut but there are some pains that are just the wrong kinds of pain. This week has been a proverbial smorgasbord of the wrong kinds of pain.

Last week, I was dancing with Master and cracked my foot into a wall, jammed three of my toes, broke one, possibly two of them and was in the most excruciating pain I thought I could imagine. Next, I dropped a knife, point down on that SAME foot and stabbed myself in the top of the foot. Lastly, my TMJ flared up and I cannot open my mouth more than 1 inch without having a pain shoot through my jaw bone, down my neck and into my back, resonating through my whole body even down to my fucked up toes.

The question then becomes “why can’t I process this pain as well as I process other types?” Why is it that I can’t process this as “oooooh my fucked up toes feel so wonderful..mmmm endorphins from TMJ are HOT like a motherfucker”… “My ears are stopped up… Love that sensory deprivation!” What makes some pain good and some pain unbearable?

Is it intention? Is it that we see it coming or that to some degree we control it? I’m not sure, but if you are, enlighten me.

I would love to be able to process all these pains I’m having this week as delicious and wonderful but it’s not panning out. If you can, tell me your secret.

I’ll pay you.

(not really… slaves have no money.)