Master has a new partner in crime.
She is a sinister, evil woman who I think spends far too much time planning devilish tortures for unsuspecting subby folk. And with boots and boobs Mistress Blair is taking the kitten and Master world by storm.
Hardly a day goes by when Master is not deep in conversation on msn with Mistress B, but it’s not often I know what they’re talking about. Though Master tosses me little scraps of information every so often about their latest dastardly plot, I generally have a strict ‘no reading over the shoulder’ rule to abide by that keeps me, more often than not, in ignorance.
I won’t say that I didn’t feel a bit jealous to begin with. Why wouldn’t I? She is an attractive, outgoing woman who appreciates the finer domly one things in life- canes, crops and cuffs. I felt a little bit out of the loop and to put it bluntly, annoyed that she was holding more of Master’s attention than I was. But I’m over that now and my biggest worry is what effect these collusions are having on Master.
For one thing, his thinking is going down a one-track path to nastiness. And to give a concrete example, he actually pulled a reverse mind-fuck double twist on me this morning! How dare he! For those readers who are unfamiliar with the ‘reverse mind-fuck double twist’ it involves making someone think you are mind-fucking them and then fucking with their mind anyway.
He charged into my room this morning, waded through the veritable mountain of doonas and pillows (I sleep with 2 doonas and 3 pillows- I have ouchie pussy rings, how else can I get comfortable???) a quick neck chain check followed, then a ravish and finally he told me to get naked and go position myself on his bed for a morning caning. My mood immediately sank and the day was not looking good. He then did his famous dismissive sniff, left my bed and told me he’d see me that night for a meet and greet.
So I naturally thought that he’d done his little mind-fuck so I chirped up, rolled up in my doonas again and snuggled down for some more sleep. Approximately 3 minutes later I heard him bellowing in the corridor,
‘Why haven’t you done what you’ve been told to do????’
Thus began the reverse mind-fuck double twist. The first order hadn’t actually been a mind-fuck, but he’d made me think it was with the ‘see you tonight’ comment and then I ended up naked with a caned ass on his bed and a fucked mind anyway. That double twist just dug so deep. Damn domly ones and their reverse mind-fuck double twists!!!
Actually, Master hasn’t really turned to the ‘dark side’. He still spoils me rotten on a regular basis *points to now non-existent block of choccie and packet of twisties in the pantry* But my Master, the nice, kind domly one, is really thinking of me as a slave and very little else these days. He says that I’ve changed, but what I actually think is that he has done a fair bit of shuffling upstairs (no thanks in part to his discussions with the Witchey One) and is a lot clearer now in how he thinks about me. It’s good. Things are a lot simpler this way and I can sense the clarity in him which in turn makes things clearer for me.
So the colluding is not all that bad. I’m glad that he actually has someone to talk to and discuss his harsh and cruel plans with. I have an endless supply of subby-minded folk with which to bitch and moan to about the foibles of the domly folk and the woes of the submissive soul, but I sense that most domly ones do their ‘thing’ in isolation.
I just hope that when domly ones get together they all play nice with each other in the playground and don’t get their floggers caught up in a knot.