Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Fuck ups and Fantasies

Okay yesterday I sort of totally fucked up the cha-cha.  I tried to down load a cool new gadget.  Suffice to say it was NOT cool when I finally got it up and running.  It looked nothing like the pictures, did not do what I wanted... and erased all my past comments.  NO FUCKING WAY.  So I deleted it.  And everything went south from there.  I could not get the comments thingy to work at all.  Then I could not get past my "adult content" consent button interrupt thingy... It would pop up and I would click yes... and nothing would happen... arggghhh... I could access my home page and could create a new post and publish it... I just could not see it.  Thank god, Bonnie from MBS sent me an email with a good tip and I got most everything back the way I want.  Thank you... Thank you... Thank you.  I think my heart stopped a few times there.  I deleted all the test posts, so if you got notification about a post and it is not there... don't freak.  Things should be getting back to normal.  Thank you for your patience.

This was the post I wrote last night for this morning... so on with the show.

I am not sure if it is a good excuse, but it is a bitch to get anything done around here.  After a lazy day of naps and walks and dumb TV… (I didn’t even have to cook because I made a vat sized pot of vegetable beef soup yesterday) …I finally took on the task of putting the dishes into the dishwasher and turning it on.

I know, I know… that does not sound like a good service slave.  And the fantasy slave in my day dreams would rather have her limbs amputated rather than leave a fork unwashed even for a moment.  Hell the fantasy slave would experience spontaneous orgasms while washing and polishing said fork… from the sheer joy at doing this thing for the fantasy Master.  But then again, the fantasy Master does not live here either. 

The fantasy Master would care about such minutia as how many minutes a fork may go unwashed.  But in reality, the only expectation here is there be “a” clean fork in the drawer when he opens it and reaches in.  And this not stupid slave has made sure we have a butt ton of forks, spoons, knives, plates, bowls and other things like that.  The sink would be literally overflowing before we ran out of clean anything.

In reality, the Master around here is not very particular about clean floors or cobwebs or piles of stuff here and there.  And the fantasy slave that lives in my head kind of wishes he did, at least a little bit more.  It would make doing it all that much better… not orgasmic… but better. 

So anyway back to reality… I made myself get up off the couch and wandered into the kitchen.  And as usual, the sleeping predator lifted his head, instantly alert… the prey was on the move again.  It wasn’t many minutes before he was behind me… my hands deep in warm soapy water, and my pants around my ankles.

Amidst the myriad of blows raining down upon my ass, between squawks, I asked, “Are you spanking me because I am being a good girl and doing some work?  Or are you spanking me because I have such an awesome ass that you could not leave it alone?” 

He laughed and answered, “Well it started out for the first reason and keeps going because of the second.”  And as I shuffled back and forth from the sink to the dishwasher, hobbled by my lowered knickers, blinking and trying not to duck and weave, I mutter, “No wonder I don’t get much done around here.”


  1. I want to be the fantasy slave! Doing dishes sounds like so much more fun...Sigh. Forks don't make me orgasm. They just make me wonder how two small children and one large man can use ALL the dishes in one day.

  2. @lil... obviously you need more dishes.

  3. I love this picture of domestic bliss! I think you should count your blessings that he's not a clean freak, but that's just me. Having lived with one OCD clean male, i can tell you it's no fun. However. I'll carry the image of you getting swatted and doing dishes all day! thanks.

    And I'm glad you got your blog back on track!!