Such an evocative word, sucks, especially to one from the…slutty persuasion, shall we say? To those of us who love to suck, it is a word rich with nuance…one of service, of pleasure given, and the pleasure we receive from pleasing our partners.
If life was fair (which is isn’t) I would be sucking, this weekend.
Alas, suck has another meaning. One that does NOT mean good things to cum, but that things have derailed, that plans have fallen through, that it “sucks”.
Master has been called out-of-town unexpectedly, and our meet for this weekend has bit the proverbial dust (which is just now covered in almost a foot of snow!).
He isn’t any happier about it than I am, and it really made my heart feel good to know that. I mean…I know He misses me, but for Him to be obviously unhappy about it…well…it’s gratifying to be missed that way.
He’s been teasing me with this new weapon of His. During the search for holiday wrappings, He came upon an item which has been hiding in His closet, He said, for years. He sent me pictures which I won’t show just yet.
To say I’m a bit nervous about this “weapon” is an understatement. It has a spring. (more thawapping power) It has weight to it. And He has incredible strength with which to beat me with it.
“Master, it….kinda sounds like this thing will make me….cry.”
There is a long, pregnant pause.
Then a “hmmm” sound.
“I’d be very disappointed if it didn’t, nilla,” He says solemnly.
So all of that will have to be pushed out a few weeks, pushed back into the new year. Such is life, my friends. Sometimes you suck, sometimes you don’t.