it was a great, yet mellow weekend with my Mistress. i was able to finish moving most of Her furniture out of storage this week. some pieces still remain, but for the most part, everything is back here in Her lair. at Her persuading and coaxing, i looked up a recipe and made some egg plant parmigiana. She said it was

pretty good for a first attempt. i don't know what it is about my forehead and the scar, but She is bound and determined to bloody it again and reopen the thing. i must tell Y/you about the scar. it is going on the 6th week since prior to thanksgiving that She opened up the gash on my target prone forehead. She threw everything but the kitchen sink at me this evening and i was dodging Her projectiles with the help of some make shift shields. but, wow! does She have a good arm and pin point accuracy. She would of clobbered me quite a few times, either that, or ripped off my ear.

nightmare

i had a frightening nightmare last night early in the morning. i awoke to the heavy hands of my dear, sweet Mistress clobbering the snot out of the left side of my face. i was bleary eyed and terribly disoriented ... evidently my tethered screaming and hollering had disturbed Her blissful slumber. She took matters into Her own two hands and begin slapping the shit out of me.

here is what I vaguely remember ...

"pescado!" x SLAP x! "pescado! wake up!" xx SLAP xx SLAP xx !"pescado! can't you hear Me! You're having a nightmare!" xxx SLAP xxx!, xxx SLAP xxx!,xxx SLAP xxx!

now, by this time, i was fucking terrified and terribly disoriented. i wasn't even certain as to where i was since emerging from a dreamlike state. all I knew was that something horrible was standing over my prone form and attacking me!

XXX SMACK xXXX !!! "pescado! Wake up DAMNIT!, you are having a nightmare !!! that last slap didn't come across as a slap at all. it shook me out of my fuzzy state and i remember Her fist clocking me across the left eye. immediately the swelling began tightening around my socket. my eye was watering and tearing profusely.

i was scared shitless and then all of a sudden I knew that i was in my Mistress's presence. an eerie calm settled over me as i suddenly realized that i wasn't going to die after all.

She stood over me a little more than pissed.

"No More Nightmares! Understood?" She stood a few feet away from me fists clenched focused and determined to knock them out of me.

i whimpered a half hearted, "ok" still trembling a little from the fright.

"Are you alright." She was intense. "Huh? Answer me."

"i'm alright i suppose." still shook up from Her smacking around.

"Good ... Now, go to sleep." "Now, no more nightmares. you aren't going to have anymore. Understood?" i said, "yes, Mistress." then She was gone.

i turned over on my side sobbing quietly. my eye was watering profusely and now i felt the characteristic twitching associated with being punched near the eye. i thought for sure that she had blackened it. it was starting to close involuntarily. time would tell.

goose egg ...

i have a fairly substantial knot on my head as my Mistress recently clobbered me with a rum bottle, then slapped me silly with a soup spoon. a slight headache is beginning to ensue. Looking for the ibuprofen.

a peaceful, desirable place to be ...

i know i would be good at this. i think of myself as a

fast learner. hoping for an opportunity ... but, i will wait and be patient.

a quote worth re-posting ...

this is an awesome quote. i am still learning. at times i stumble and fall. and there are instances when my own needs get in the way of pleasing my Mistress. when that happens, i am ashamed and promptly rebuffed, yet my Mistress is understanding and patient with me. i derive great pleasure from being included in Her life and fulfilling Her wants, desires and wishes. it is not about me ... it is about always being available and serving Her.

*the last line should have an upper case "H" for "Her" rather than a lower case h.*

it slices ... it dices ... it makes you into julienne fries ... *gulp*

it can also disembowel you, cut your balls off, rip out your throat, or slice you up into razor thin hibachi steaks and next weeks cold cuts. it is my Mistress's toy. Her claw. Her deadly, lethal enforcer.

it leaves no doubts what-so-ever as to who makes the rules and who is charge of Her house and lair. my thoughts raced back to the last time i experienced the gore of these blood lusting blades. She scratched my scalp so hard with it, that the top of my hairline was left deeply gouged and bleeding.

when i saw it today, i went completely numb. my throat collapsed and went dry and i felt a total blackness and heaviness envelop me. i went limp, gasped and swallowed hard, and

finally had to leave the room to catch some needed air. my submissive emotions seemed to have run amuck.

somewhere ... my Mistress is laughing and plotting.

the human washing machine

i must admit that i am stymied and frustrated at times when my Mistress asks me to hand wash something for Her. i am happy to do so, but fear that the technique i have been using is rather heavy handed and may be damaging and detrimental to Her delicates and wardrobe. i have been seeking advice and methods used which equate with superior hand washing. recently, i found this post, and i would like to share it with Y/you. these explicit instructions clearly identify and outline the procedures which should be used when engaged in any type of hand washing.

~fishpaste~

from BossyMsBecky's Tumblr blog

Fabrics do not improve by soaking: they may actually deteriorate, especially when soaked in a detergent. Consider yourself a human washing machine, the difference being that you can be so much more gentle than a machine. The action is in the moving. Soaking is not helpful in obtaining the result: those minutes you now let items soak, are put to better use by continuing swishing around. I imagine it will actually shave off a few minutes off the time neeeded!

And now you want the instructions I once gave him? Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once (but it’s as simple as 1-to-10).

1. Change regularly. The panties I wear to the office I do not wear in the evening. And those I wear in the evening I do not wear at night. Bras I also change frequently, but need not be washed as often: just let them rest after use and wash only after wearing them 2 or maybe even 3 times. Stockings are washed after every use. Other garments: depends.

2. Buy the right soap. I’m convinced Forever New Fabric Care Wash is the best, but there may be other good brands out there. If nothing else is at hand, use (baby) shampoo.

3. Wash in cool water (between cold and lukewarm). Change water when washing different colors.

4. Don’t soak! Swish around for about 5-8 minutes.

5. Thoroughly rinse each item. Wringing: squeeze but don’t twist!

6. Pre-dry by placing the items between towels. Press gently (not on molded cups obviously!).

7. Hang to dry as neatly as possible (“pre-ironing”).

8. Iron gently.

9. Fold (if applicable).

10. Put in proper place.

a pleasant surprise ...

my Mistress has returned from Her long extended Thanksgiving vacation. i am so happy to have Her back here with me! even if it is only for a brief stay ... it still is an awesome homecoming! :D welcome back my dear Mistress! sleep well ... ZzZzZ ... (-_-)

symptoms of emasculation

a younger Female colleague and i have been assigned to work together on an important project at my employers. today, W/we met and discussed the logistics and parameters of the project. W/we set up some deadlines and talked about making some realistic and reachable goals. i thought things went quite well. however, as i was getting up to leave to head for home, i felt a tug on my jacket. She pulled me rather abruptly down to Her level and said,

"You know ... if You mess this up for Me, i'm going to have to punch you." i didn't know what to say? my mind went completely blank and i must of turned fifty different shades of pale. then the thoughts careened into my mind.

"does She know?" "does She suspect something?" "am i truly showing it that much?" "has She figured it out?" my mind was racing in twelve different directions. condemning me and cowering at the same time.

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, She released me.

She brushed off the sleeve of my jacket and said, "relax..., i'm just messing with you. i breathed easily. She continued to question and acted in amused puzzlement. "Hey, are you ok? you look kinda sick?"

i brushed it off and said that i had pains from something that i ate and that maybe i should use the restroom. She accepted my explanation and finally released the cuff of my jacket. i then, quickly left not bothering to look back.

as i drove home i started thinking about being submissive, and if i am "flaming"? does it really show that much? ... even when i am out in public? do i give off signals that i am totally emasculated? now, i am terribly worried.

gasp! *on the verge of passing out*

now that, ... is what i call a "rectum ripper."

i think that this is all any of us truly wants :)

a repost from tumblr by: Not-all-that-Nice

... and any other pets who have come and who might follow.

I am your friend first of all. I will laugh with you, tease you and enjoy your company. You are precious to Me. I am loyal to you My friend, care for you - and yes, occasionally nag at you.

I am your Mistress second. I love you in this aspect. I cherish you and I adore you. I am always aware of you, as a person.

I am not always aware of what you need from Me, and sometimes you may need to hint. Just keep in mind that I am always your friend firstly, and you can always talk to Me. If I’m too overbearing you can always tell Me to tone it down. You always have the power to say no.

After all, I am still only human, I break down like anyone else, I feel emotions, I will mess up. So I ask for your patience. I am your Mistress because you are there. Because there is this arrangement between us. And I will always be humbled that you put such trust in Me, even when I’m punishing you, breaking you down, or demanding that you do something.

I love you. And I want you to never forget it.

eeeeek !!! ... it's the "Peanuts" apocalypse!

i dunno ... just had to post this. enjoy.

should of flossed ... lol!

thinking of someone in particular ...

the evidence is all around Her house ... ;D

nutcracker

*gulp* ... presented rather "tongue in cheek", or should i say "heel in cheek", with the best intent of the season.