No, Kasandra’s story is not quite done yet. That was the end of part one and part two will be along once I’ve recovered from the last 30 weeks…lol.
In other news, I had a profound moment while watching this week’s episode of Breaking Bad. I won’t give any spoilers in case you haven’t seen one of the best episodes in the whole series yet, but that scene with Jesse & Todd…yeah, that pushed my buttons something fierce. In fact, I had to watch it several times just to get my fill.
And that got me to thinking that I’m pretty lucky to be in a relationship where I can say that I get off on torture scenes (mini spoiler…sorry) and for my SO not to bat an eyelid. Come to think of it, I don’t think there is anything that I could say that M would have a problem with. That’s a very comfortable place to be for yours truly.
When I was at home last month, I spent a lot of time writing my story, but I couldn’t tell anyone what I was doing. I sequestered myself away in my bedroom and tapped away at the keyboard for hours and every now and then someone would come and ask me what I was doing, to which I’d usually respond, ‘Oh, I’m just doing some stuff.’ I did think about maybe saying I was writing a novel, but then I knew the inevitable question of, ‘About what?’ would pop up and I wouldn’t be able to answer it.
My mum, my sister and my best friend know what sort of relationship I’m in, but I don’t really talk about it with them. I can’t sit down over coffee and talk about how bondage makes me feel or how, just every now and then, I need a good beating. My relationship with them is just not at that level of honesty.They accept what I am and what I do, but they don’t appreciate it on any sort of level.
With M, I can talk about everything from my last bowel movement to my love of that scene in Casino Royale with the chair frame and the big knotted rope. He has seen me at my worst and seen me at my best and for that I feel blessed.