Hello sweet minions! Is Christmas bringing you warmth, and the wickedness you crave? If not, we might have to bring you a treat for your stockings…
I had an adventure this past week that was slightly juicy, yet left an aftertaste. Met up with a few friends at a nearby tiny town. We mingled in a bar with brick wall charm, and a few friendly albeit drunk ones, fumbling over themselves. The bar was full of rednecks, young bucks barely 21, and plenty of booze. Mistress rarely drinks (orange juice was My only cocktail), and has 20 years on these young ones, thus the sideshow quality on display was curious indeed. I was grateful for the acceptance and quick familiarity that spirits provide (in others), yet felt introverted and ponderous.
Being drunk in public has never appealed to Me – why be out of control in full view? Mating rituals stripped down to the fundamentals. Young men on cougar hunts, lined Me up in their sights, demanding time and attention of a Woman, who gave very clear signals She’s uninterested. I’m reminded of some men’s ability to deny their actual level of appeal, and confidently stride forth with gender privilege, and the heavy ether of denial. Yes, and the overwhelming scent that only alcohol and bad breath can conjure…
These boys do give fuel to My fire. There are times when the sweet nectar of your submission is blood price for male gender’s crimes against the feminine. As long as we consent, and don’t leave permanent marks, all is well…
There was much singing, mostly off key, and a few familiar tunes with dancing here and there. The very best part was the company of My two friends, all of us being 40 or better, catching up and watching the show surrounding us. Mistress realizes now, I must always carry earplugs in My purse. Karaoke music gets loud, proud and way off key. As I climbed into My car for the ride home, I cued up ambient music and washed away the overloud rhythms.
Today Mistress will be available many hours. I’d love to mingle you into these times… Come little pet, out of your darkness. I have a task for you…
