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Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts
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Monday, 24 January 2011

The mind of my Owner....and how to change it.

He is under-impressed with me. I had a lecture this morning about looking after things in general and about looking after things from him in particular.
He said we will discuss it more at a later date, but he has to go away for a few days and does not have time at present.

In the mean time I have a task to complete.

He has, for some time, been considering having me tattooed; just under each nipple with a sign of his ownership. And although I have no choice in the matter, I hate them. It is just something I have always felt, its everyones personal chopice and I'm fine with that, but for me, I just don't like them.

I know if he decided to have them done, then I will have them done and will have to thank him for allowing me to have them,,......but....*sticks out lip and stamps foot* I don't want one, let alone two.

He knows how I feel, he has always known how I feel about them, he doesnt have any, he doent like them, so it alwyas mystifies me why he wants me to have one. I guess becasue he can, and its the whole power, control thing.
Every time I shower I have to write them on and I would rather do that for a million times than have a tattoo.

Anyway, he has given me a task to write a 5000 word essay, giving five good reasons why he should reconsider and to persuade him to change his mind.

So any suggestions would be most gratefully received... I have three days to get it done and it has to be good!

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Action or inaction...either is wrong

There are those moments and those words when you know, just know that whatever you say, it is going to be wrong.

Your action or inaction is going to get you into trouble. Whatever you say or don't say is like digging a hole and jumping feet first into it.

I have several of those moments this morning.

Firstly I am meant to write words of his choosing on me every day, and for sometime I have not. A circumstance changed and he didn't say anything and so neither did I. As the weeks have gone by, I just thought he had forgotten, changed his mind or lost interest in me doing it, which is fine by me.

Not that I  am particularly bothered about doing it, sometimes it makes me all mushy inside, but he has talked about having it tattooed onto me, just under each nipple, and I just hate the idea of a tattoo.
Its just one of those things I have a real aversion to and he knows that, and I suppose somewhere deep in my slavey brain that's what it feels like. so I haven't done it.

Today he asked me to show him my nipples, which I did think was a little strange, as he sees them all the time, and it was only a little later that I realised what he was angling at.......and my heart sank. He asked me why I thought that I was in a position to make a decision regarding what marks I do or do not have on me......................what could I say? Nothing, nothing at all. whatever I said would make it worse.

He was then on a roll, every thing he could think of, he did say it was partly his fault, as he hadn't picked me up on the little slips, sometimes hoping that I would notice myself, but anyway, he was not a happy owner.

He then asked me if I wasn't sure of the rules any more, if I needed him to go over them again........this was the big one.

I know I am allowed to ask for clarification, politely, but I am allowed to ask.

So now what do I do, do I say yes or do I say no?

If i said no and then forgot one or misinterpreted it because I had forgotten it in in entirety then I would be in trouble for not using my brain and asking.

 If I said yes, then the implication being that I hadn't been paying attention, and I had forgotten something he had told me.

As I said 'Yes please". I knew it was the wrong answer, but so would "No thank you" have been too.

His reply?

"After all this time, you need a reminder?
Tonight I am to get reminders of each and every rule.
In the meantime, the sharpie pen was used to write "I am a slave,  I have no choice. This slave belongs to Sir"