and not the good kind.....................
Sometime around 8:30 this morning the pictures on my office wall started rattling.............. after 30 minutes I thought my head was gonna explode.,.....
So i got dressed and went outside to see what the hell was going on............. were the maintenance guys digging up the parking lot??? were the roofers tearing up my roof (it is on the 'to-do' list)???? I couldn't see a thing................ in fact it was
virtually dead quiet outside.
Inside however the rattling continued............. was my lil home gonna implode?? WTF was going on???!!!
It is now 1:30 and the vibrating and shaking and constant noise continues. It is absolute torture! I am ready to tear someone's head off - even miss ashes has decided to hide.
I have concluded that my next door neighbour must be renovating - yet AGAIN!!! The first hint was the pile of baseboards that have shown up in his backyard............. maybe he is sanding his floors???? I don't know and don't much care.............
It's torture - and not the good kind
We are home - well truthfully we got home yesterday late afternoon. It was a busy weekend - lots of running around. I almost don't know where to start....
So I will start in the middle and work my way out to the edges over the next few days.
Sunday night we were pooped - exhausted - from looking at homes and trying to remember areas / communities and all the assorted things one tries to remember when one is house hunting.
We had curled up in our motel for the evening and I figured we would watch some TV and fall asleep.
BUT
W had different ideas. He had brought the cupping set we have. He decided it would be fun to do some cupping. I thought 'easy peasy play time. I get to just lie here and W will attach cups and then take them off' . It had been so long since we did it - I honestly had no memory of what it felt like.
Well it took the first placement to remind me.......... can I say WTF??!!! By the time my ass was covered I was breathing deeply and feeling very light headed and floaty..........
in my addled brain I was trying to remember how they came off... but it seemed to me it was simple - just release the suction and they popped off. So I settled back down to enjoying the burning pain.
Oh yeah - I should add that this cupping was done on an ass that had been well beaten the night before - so well beaten that it bled.
W played with the cups - tugging them - knocking them - pushing them together so they touched........ I remember moaning softly.
Then W said he wanted to do my nipples. So he started to remove them. Know what it feels like???? Like having a band-aid ripped ...... RIPPED ... off - only 10 times worse!!!
Unfortunately my nipples couldn't take the pressure of cupping so W put one on my clit....
Can I say OUCH??!!!!
Here's some pics of my ass once the cups were removed... if you look closely you will see a small pinpoint mark in the middle of each circle..............
That's because each cup has a rod with a point....
all I can say is - it was a LONG ride home in the car - each bump reminding me of the nice "cuppa"
I wore my new oriental style corset Saturday evening to the play party. Thank god for W as there was no way in hell I could get myself into it.
First off - the 'buskers' (which are the fasteners in the front) are so stiff that I nearly broke a finger (never mind a finger nail) trying to slip the metal loop over the metal ball. W had a helluva time too... and there was more than one "ouch" as his fingers slipped off the loops. At one point W nearly stabbed himself in the eye with one of the metal bones. (see me grinning??)
When the front was finally fastened up........ W moved around to the back to start lacing it up........... which is a bit tricky - because of the tenderness in my lower belly........ not too tight there but much tighter in the top half so that the bust is pushed up and perky.
I discovered the questionable joys of wearing a well made, made to measure corset. The steel boning was comfortable (almost) once it was on..... BUT.. unlike the cheaper corsets it wouldn't bend....... so when it came time to play W couldn't get my skirt off. (see me sigh) I finally managed to wiggle the skirt down......... and play got under way. However - once it was over - there was no way I could get the skirt back on!!! Fortunately I had brought my floor length cape to cover my near nakedness on the way home.
I had remarked at the shop when I was strutting around in my new corset that sitting was going to be a problem. R told me "you don't sit !!! You perch". Ever tried to perch on a car seat??? I had managed - very un-lady like - to get into the car - BUT I couldn't reach the car door to close it. W had to get out and come round to my side and shut it. At the club I managed to find a barber's chair to "perch" on....... though W had great fun making the chair go higher and higher so that perching became dangerously close to slipping off................ The rest of the evening was spent either "perching" or walking around straight backed - breathing carefully.
Today I was remembering how my grandmother always wore a corset under her clothing.......... couldn't stand a bra when she tried one on (at the ripe age of 89) said she couldn't breath !!! Anyway those memories sent me looking for the history of corsets. I was admittedly a bit shocked to read that corsets were all the fashion right up to the early 20th century.
Mothers would start "figure training" on their daughters at the ripe age of 3 or 4. I read how a girl from the country was sent to the city to be prepared by an aunt for her "coming out party" and the first thing the aunt commented on was her clumsiness due to the fact she didn't wear "boning" The aunt was aghast that her niece's waist was a massive 22 inches!!! After proper waist training (6 months later) her waist was 16 inches!!! Can you even imagine that ??!!!
I read articles written by women who advocated "boning" to obtain acceptable waist size. The women would have at least 2 corsets - they would even wear them at night - only loosening them about 2 inches for sleep. The women spoke of the pain in the initial stages - but how they came to crave the 'boning' and couldn't dress without it. (memories of my grandmother)
I don't think I will ever have a 16 inch waist - nor will I ever sleep in a corset - but I am thinking it is a lot like W's tight bondage. I can take it for so many hours then it has to come off NOW!!! And with training I could last longer and longer with the ropes.... so I would like to try going longer and longer with the corset.
I admit to loving how it makes me feel - how it makes me look - how straight I walk - how straight I sit...... it has an oddly feminine feel to it. So perhaps I will be able to figure out how to get into my corset by myself .. and can start my own version of corset training.
At 5:00 this morning when my eyes popped open I thought it is Friday. Finally. The start of a busy weekend....... YAY
I threw myself into work....... pushed and focused on the piles of paper ... talked to more lawyers ... didn't look at the clock once ..... (well not really) so when I did glance at it.. I figured my day would be almost done.......... wrong.... it was only 11:00 am and I still had 2 hours to go..... woe's me.
Once home I was fidgeting...... looking at the clock every 5 minutes it seemed... so I took myself outside with shovel and shears and rakes and set to trimming the front bushes, digging the front gardens... pulling up weeds.... making it all neat and tidy and pretty looking. I even came in and made myself some food........ looked at the clock and there was 3 and a half hours till I had to be ready to go. MY GOD!!!
Ok.. so be smart.. go lie down and have a nap. Yup a nap will pass the time. And since my "I want to die" virus...... I have mastered napping.. got it down to a fine art. I even set the timer to make sure I didn't nap toooooooooo long.
Well yes I napped... and opened my eyes and peered at the clock. Figured my eyes must be more than a little blurry from my nap........put on my glasses and discovered............ I had only napped for 20 minutes.........
So now I sit and listen to the clock taunting me.. slowly beating out a tattoo of tick tock tick tock......... 2 more hours........ what an impossibly long day........
tick tock tick tock.
