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This is a scary photo of Parrot. I was eating a salad at my desk when she flew in, landed in front of me, and snatched at my food. It was a complete surprise.
When I look at that photo, I remind myself that if I was only 2 inches tall, Parrot would kill my ass. She really would. Look at that beak and those Jurassic Park dinosaur feet. The unblinking, bead-like eye.
I think that Parrot has emotions (at least a few emotions, anyway)…but she is not a mammal. Sometimes, such as when I look at this picture, I get a feeling about how strange and non-mammal she truly is.
I do love her, though.
The Mathematician, playing squash. It’s fun to watch. It’s a pretty macho sport for a math geek. I couldn’t do it. I am much too uncoordinated.
He’s quite handsome in an understated sort of way. The first time I met him I thought that he was a nice-looking fellow, but not really my type. The more time I spent with him…I liked his looks more and more. He has an open face that shows his emotions. He doesn’t look sly.
He surprised me with a new Sonicare toothbrush because my old one finally bit the dust. Nice, huh?
It works great!
If you don’t have a Sonicare toothbrush, you should go get one! You should get one without delay! It makes brushing fun! For real!
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| wow! new Sonicare toothbrush! |
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| old sonicare toothbrush. You served me well, old friend, but it’s time to go out behind the barn… |
Hotel rooms…oh, hotel rooms I have known.
I’m starting my new job. If I am exposed, I have no doubt that I will be terminated.
The Mathematician is coming over soon. I just returned from a session with a Greek bodybuilder. No, I’m not making that up.
He was scared to death. He said that it was his first session with a domme. I believe him.
He did very well. I told him that halfway through and then at the end, as I gathered my tools: “You did very well. You took a lot of pain. I know many masos who couldn’t take what you just took.”
I remember touching the welts on his skin. I counted eight of them. At first there were four on one side and only one on the other, so after counting them and kneading them with my hand, I took it upon myself to even them up. To make them symmetrical. Four on both side. I like order. I like structure.
I knew that he would appreciate that. He likes structure, too. I knew that he could only get the body he has through the practice of discipline. Repetition. Obsession. I understood.
I’m a switch, and definitely a masochist. I crave terrible violence.
But I would feel very sad, and very incomplete, if I never got to dominate and beat a man again. I’m not a true domme, not like some of the other women at the studio, like C. or Kas…but it is a part of my sexuality. I am capable of sadism. I enjoy it. I’m good at it. I like splashing around in it. It’s not an accident that I ended up in my Secret Job.
What will I do without it?
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| View from NYC Hotel Room |
