May 19, 2000
i
now have a business account, and will be receiving cheques,
deposit book and rubber stamp in the mail. All for the low,
low price of $44.95. my first ever, how-did-this happen,
commission cheque was for $275.00, and finally i can cash
it. Along with a few other expenses, the profit margin is a
bit low. But it's there! Too weird. i never
expected to be doing something like this; actually having a
business, registered and official, fully named. i don't feel
any different. Except maybe just a bit baffled.
Will i ever get another cheque like that again?
Should i be upgrading my image to match this new business persona?
Maybe cut my hair? Buy some of those high power
surviving-in-the-corporate-world suits? Or maybe just a new
robe 'cause truth be told i do most of my best work* wearing
nothing more than Master's bathrobe. It's burgundy, striped,
has a hood and also a huge rip along the right side seam. If
i tie the belt "just so", it's not too noticeable.
Or drafty.
Maybe just some new slippers. Summer ones, so my toes can
breath.
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i've decided that my favourite part of D/s is the mind
stuff. The toys are fun. Scening is fun. But
when Master wraps His hand around my throat, and lightly rests it
there while we are curled up together, something inside me is
intimately satisfied. Some inner nameless need, something on
a more intellectual level gets touched. i feel calmer,
safer.
i
was having a conversation earlier today with ladyfish and we spoke
about the differences between the sexual and/or play aspects of
how we are living as compared to the mind/thinking level.
One example that i gave her was: "Domination and
submission is like having to ask for a climax. It's not about the getting
(climax) ... it's about the asking."
Another example is of the day Master and i went for a walk along
the beach and He told me to wear the wrist cuffs. i was
mortified yet fascinated, and while i spent a good part of the
time making sure the sleeves of my sweater were covering them, my
mind was floating off in a very delicious space. That, for
me, was more intriguing than the pleasure i get from a
flogger. The same way as a knife held against my skin is
more powerful that the sting of a crop.
i
couldn't have agreed more with ladyfish when she said:
...physical foreplay is foreplay is foreplay....Mental domination is to die
for..."
shadoe
*by the way, work = webpage designing
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