Last night He told me I was "Topping from the Bottom."
Who, me? Would I dare to commit the cardinal sin of slavitude? (That's not a word--I just made it up. Feel free to use it if you like it.)
The answer is yes, yes I would.
He told me I was TFTB (I just made up that acronym, too--again, feel free to use any time) in the middle a beating. To be honest, the beating was not going well. This was not due to any fault of His. His application of pain was spot on, so no problem there.
The problem was me. My mind wasn't where it should be. I didn't like how I was tied up, and that's all I could think about. Yes, I know, I can hear you saying it: "Don't like how you are tied up? Too bad, suck it up, buttercup." I tried to suck it up, I did, but I failed. Epically. All I could do was obsess on how I was tied up.
So, in the middle of the beating, He brought out Mr. Cane. Unfortunately, I was in no mood for an encounter with Mr. Cane. And I told Him so. I believe I said something like, "Not the cane. Isn't it broken by now? Where's Mr. Blister?" (Mr. Blister, for those who don't know, is a leather paddle.)
Not very slavey (hey, another new word--I'm on a roll this morning!) of me, and I am surprised He didn't just end the beating right then and there. But no...He obliged me. He put Mr. Cane away, and He grabbed Mr. Blister.
Ominously, He said, "Look at you, topping from the bottom." Then He and Mr. Blister proceeded to show me the error of my ways. For the record, Mr. Blister hurt just as much as Mr. Cane. I have the marks on my ass to prove it.
When it was over, we talked about what went wrong. I apologized and tried to explain where I was at during the beating, and why I derailed. He reassured me that everything was OK. He said, "We are good 99.99% of the time. It's natural that every once in a while, things wont quite work out the way we want."
I love how understanding He is. But, I wouldn't be surprised if He puts a gag in my mouth the next time He decides to beat me. That would be one way to prevent the dreaded TFTB.