one way to cure snoring.

a slave or pet who is allowed to lay on the floor near the bed of his Mistress is a privileged slave indeed. my Mistress allowed me to do this one time, but hadn't accounted for the lost sleep accrued due to my obnoxious, resounding snoring. in Her usual efficient, dominant style She took care of things in short order, by hurling hardbound dictionaries, encyclopedias and a multitude of extremely pointy and sharp objects to awaken me and get me to, "shut the fuck up". alas, She wasn't successful and luckily for me, i didn't die either,  in desperation to get a few moments peace, She finally threw Her ceremonial knife at me. the knife blade lodged in my pillow and rested precariously close and only inches away from my eyeball.  as i awoke from my slumber, unbeknownst to me, my head had been Her target all night long in an effort to quell my never ending snooze and snorefest. i looked around and found the room cluttered with a wide variety of Her heavy platform boots and shoes, tennis shoes, pill bottles, books, pens and anything large or heavy which She could of lobbed,, which would of handily knocked me out in an instant and possibly killed me.

my Mistress, smirked then glared down at me, when i innocently asked if She had slept well. Her response?  why, She picked up seemingly the heaviest hardbound book, walked over to me, then clobbered me on the head twice ... hard. needless to say, sadly, i never again had the honor or privilege to sleep at the foot of my Mistress's bed  on the floor, or anywhere near Her bedroom within earshot of my malicious, buzz saw, snoring.

in retrospect, W/we were both afraid of what could happen and Her complicity in a possible homicide.

whew!

pescado

take a look at how this Mistress solved Her sub's constant annoying snoring.

"Dance, monkey dance"

recently, i needed to retrieve some personal items form My Mistress's home. She told me directly to not come up there without Her knowledge or permission. i respect that and have tried to follow Her directives in this regard.

i love to be tethered to Her and directed by Her. in this respect She has trained me well.

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"hello Mistress"
 
"how are things there this weekend?"

"may i come by and pick up my keys from You?


pescado

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Her response was quick and immediate, but contained a simple pre-condition and rider with it.

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pescado,


"Sure.

but,


   only IF you can, bring Me one of those big bottles of modelo, while you're at it."


Mistress

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i had trouble finding exactly what She had requested, so i brought Her an entire case of 24 to hopefully please Her.

i arrived at Her place and She quickly ordered Me to place it in the fridge to cool. when i tried to apologize for the change in beer quantity, She laughed, patted me brusquely on the cheek and said,

"No matter, fish.  you have given me enough to last for quite awhile."

She smiled coyly at Me, raised an eyebrow, narrowed Her eyes, then said,
"Go fetch Me one ... Now."

i did so quickly, handed it to Her , and was somewhat surprised by Her cutting remark.


"Mmmmmmmm ... Dance, monkey dance."


an interesting sensation prickled my spine,
for i knew exactly what She meant.

sometimes the simplest moments lend themselves to true life's greatest realities.

apologetic thoughts

 2:14AM ......

recently i posted a post on here that made assumptions which assumed that i was entitled to spending time and communicating with my Mistress when i wanted it, because i felt i deserved it and had earned it. yet, this could be no further than the truth. in many ways the poem that i posted revealed a selfish side of me, which when exposed to the  eyes and light of my Mistress's scrutiny exposed me as a self indulgent, self seeking, greedy attention whore. as such, i am guilty. i cannot say that i have not enjoyed the incumbent and indulgent attention that my Mistress at one time encompassed me with. i felt like i was one of the pivotal centers of Her universe and it was such a thrill and a pleasure to be called upon to serve Her: be it abused and humiliated for Her amusement, or being beaten to a bloody pulp by Her lovely, skilled feet and fists. serving and meeting Her needs was of  prime preeminence to my life.  Her training methods were smooth, methodical and lethally successful. slowly, severely and systematically She got inside of my head to the point where i was thinking of nothing else but pleasing and serving Her. in many respects, there is not a day that goes by that i do not think of serving Her. hoping for an errant text or email message which would call on me to do something for Her and to spur me into action. i found out from Her that i love to feel needed, valued and wanted. She reinforced these positive feelings within me and as time went on changed me and made me a better servant and pet to Her. i would like to also think that i have also become a better human being because of Her patient, thorough training.

but, time does not hold still and much as W/we would like things to remain within the same transit, it does not. Her life is now full, busy and occupied with other things that will certainly move and push Her forward in a positive direction. i am happy for Her and do wish Her well.

i will always be Her friend and servant and when called upon, will do everything in my realm of personal ability to please and assist Her. i so hope that She knows this. i will also learn to be content with Her from a distance and not expect to hear from Her. i shall accept this new dimension between U/us.  it will be difficult, but i shall try.

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Mistress,

i apologize for assuming too much and for being a problematic, attention seeking whore. i know You have other concerns and demands in Your life which are immediate and must be attended to.

 i shall try to be content and appreciative of the time that You choose to invest in O/our friendship. i have no right to make demands or should have any expectations of You in this regard. a slave and a servant serves not for reward or for personal gain, but to please and gratify his Mistress. this should always be paramount.  interestingly, these were the first lessons i learned early on at Your sneakered feet, but somehow they have become muddled and forgotten. regardless, i shall endeavor to honor and learn them again and re-apply these principles to the new dynamic in O/our lives.

i hope that You can see it in Yourself to forgive me for the previous selfish post and that W/we can somehow salvage O/our relationship and still remain friends.

You continue to be in my head and my heart.

respectfully,
pescado

has anyone ever felt this way?

recently, i have felt and experienced some isolation from my Mistress.

i'm not sure if in this new phase of Her life that i am truly needed anymore.







 ... placed on a shelf 



... like some damn elf

... labeled,  use only in case of emergency.

... ignored

... bored

... wishing to be knocked off

... plummet to the floor

... to break and shatter

... no more ,,, no more ...

... i'm of use to Her

... no more.

... now, what remains of me is

... set aside, until Her urgency ...once again,

...  pounds away

... at my door.


pescado