Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'...

Some things I'm currently pondering....

• Our bed is huge--it's a California King.  So why is it that the cats have to lay right-up-close-practically-on-top-of-me when I'm on the bed?  One of them even comes and lays across the laptop keyboard whenever he gets the chance.  They make me shake my head.

• Do you ever go back and read your old blog entries and find a typo in something you wrote like two months ago?  I did that this morning, and it gave me a case of the dumbs.

• Ever have chores you need to do, but you sit down at the computer instead?  That's what I'm doing right now.  Hooray for procrastination!  He won't be home for at least two hours, so I have plenty of time. 

• I don't have one of those tag-cloud thingies on my blog, but if I did, I wonder if 'blowjob' would be the biggest word in the cloud.  I should add one and see---bet I'm right.  Either 'blowjob' or 'Master', because He's tagged in just about every post.  Sweet, something else I can use to procrastinate with today.

I should probably stop this nonsense now and go do my chores then take a shower.  He might come home and want to play with me right away.  Now see, that would be the case if I didn't take care of things and get ready.  He'd walk in with a hard-on all ready to go, and I'd be scrambling to get cleaned up.  But if I get my chores done and get myself all dolled-up (ha ha, that's so funny), He'll walk in tired/hungry/thirsty/wanting to chill and will sit for a while before playing with me.

Confused?  Me too.  Better if I'm ready when He gets home than to make Him wait.  Yes, that's the proper slave attitude, right?  Right.  Okay, I'm going, I'm going....

The "Noisy Eater of Kitties"

Master's technique to deal with the cats' unwanted nighttime attention was a success.  Best night's sleep I have had in almost a week, and I felt so much better today.

Here's what He did:  He placed the vacuum right outside our bedroom door and ran the cord into our room, where He plugged it into a power-strip He placed on His nightstand.  When one of the cats came to cry and scratch at the door, He simply hit the switch on the power-strip, which turned on the vacuum.  They ran away as fast as they could when it came to life, as verified by our College Student, who stayed up late and monitored the situation from the living room.  After a few seconds, He turned it off, and eventually they got the point and stayed away from our door.

It might sound kind of mean, since they are already scared of the vacuum, but it is a painless type of aversion therapy, and it worked.  He only had to turn it on twice; they left us alone for the rest of the night.  They were startled, but unharmed, and I got some sleep.

I still need to write about last Friday's beating, but I think I will save it for tomorrow so it has it's own post.  So nothing kinky to see here, not today.  Lots of talk about pussies (see what I did there?), but no kink.  Tomorrow, there will be kink, I promise.