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As you no doubt have noticed, this blog has lately not been a priority for me.
An update for you:
What a wonderful person. Check out Twenty Days by Lady Katherine from Gromet’s site.
So I have an extensive and varied collection of music on my iPod. To say that there is a lot of stuff on there would be a bit of an understatement. I have a problem, you see.
Anyway, one day, Steve Winwood comes on. I played some of his stuff in highschool as part of the R&B band. Roll With It was a particular favourite. It got my juices flowing a little. I started thinking about playing my bass again. Oh yeah, I play bass. 
This is nearly a copy of the exact bass I own.
In any case, I started listening to some more Steve Winwood. Eventually Higher Love (why does everybody in this video look like Michael Bolton?) comes on. It just so happens that I’m putting away a metric ton of laundry so I’m zoned out. No normally, I don’t dance. I belonged to a band who was named a particular name (won’t name it here due to privacy concerns) due to the fact that I don’t dance. But I started dancin’ and singin’. Pretty soon I got sick of singing the lyrics because I didn’t know them anyway. I started to sing the bass line… or at least the one I wanted to play. Hot damn was that funky.
So a few days later… I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’ve got bass on the brain and figure I really should do something about it. Nahh… I don’t feel like it. So I’m playing away on Facebook, because that’s what one does on Facebook. None other than KinkyDJ pipes up and asks me to play bass. Now, my girlfriend has been saying that I should get my bass out for a while now. It’s not that I’m not listening to her… I think that this is more of a situation where I needed an extra little push.
I’m out of practice and I really don’t have the callouses I once rocked in high school so many years ago. But it felt good. I played along with Higher Love for a while, learning the (complex) chord progression. I’m still sloppy, but it’s just me and the computer here. Things started slowly tightening up. My timing improved… my technique improved… I felt like a spunge, sucking back all the knowledge and experience I once had. If I keep this up, I may get back to adequate again and would probably feel comfortable playing my bass in front of a person or two again.
In the mean time, I have to think of some bad things to do to ChefKink. She’s coming over on Monday evening for some beats. :-) Girlfriend who loves me, bass that’s being remembered, drainage system that is back to 100%, shower that no longer looks like it has leprosy. Life is pretty good at the moment thank you very much.
Hi.
Erotic asphyxiation can be fun. It’s very dangerous though, so you need to be extremely cautious.
There are two kinds. One is choking, where one tightens one’s hands around a neck (the aim is to block the flow of blood to the brain leading to unconsciousness rather then stopping the flow of air). This can be done with other tools, but care must be taken to not actually damage your victim’s throat - this is why hands are a good idea instead of something like… oh… piano wire? (Garottings are bad.)
The other is bagging. This involves placing a plastic bag over your victims head and then letting them breathe in the air they exhaust. Care must be taken to not let the victim choke on the bag. Care must also be taken to not allow the victim to stay in the bag too long. This can end up giving them some difficulty … or maybe even killing them.
Which leads me to my next point.
Don’t kill your victim boys and girls. You want the toy to be able to come back and play again later so don’t break the toy.
Here are some nice bagging shots…
…be aware people die from doing this. Particularly when doing this by themselves. You should always be doing this with somebody - that way if you pass out they can call for help. Capiche?
So it just dawned on me. I’m talking right now. I’m within a few months of having this blog for 2 years. Granted this is like post number 75… I’m not nearly as prolific as some… I write when the mood strikes.
But 2 years?!? That’s coming up on the territory of my previous blog. You know what I like more about this blog though? More people seem to read this one. I’ve had about 5 times the number of hits on this site then I had on my last one. I guess having dirty pictures on your blog works.
I must inform you, internets. I am no officially on vacation and fully intend to completely slack off from anything even remotely work related. Well, not completely. I have my phone which checks my work email. Good ol’ smartphone. And I brought my laptop home just in case I need to actually … you know do something on it.
No, I’m not going to work. Well, maybe a little bit. No, I’m not. Yes I am. Oh fuck it.
Oh, and you should really visit Fetlife. They’re having a super-fantastic contest thing for members. It’s a draw for like $530+ worth of swag from their advertisers. That JohnBaku guy is a bit of alright.
Finally. Another one that’s worthy of a post. This one is cute and endearing and the people involved are all nice. Check out The 13th Floor.
but I need to write about it because it’s just so incredibly dumb that I can’t help but share it.
So yesterday, it was Rememberance Day in Canada. That’s Veteran’s Day to all you Americans. I had the day off and was out and about running errands. My girlfriend asked me to bring her lunch so I did. I stayed a little to visit as well.
While there, one of the other staff who works there came by and proceeded to jump on one of the computers in the office that was already occupied and in use. If this was a library, or another office where everybody works on a computer this wouldn’t be a big deal, but there are two distinctly different groups that work together in this organization. Those who work in the office with a computer (and are authorized to do so), and those who do not (and technically are not authorized). I asked her if she was checking Facebook and she reluctantly said yes.
I mentioned that she probably shouldn’t be doing that on that computer. I didn’t go into the reasons, but they are, in no particular order, because she has not been assigned to use that computer, so it’s not hers to check Facebook on; The computer contains a vast quantity of private customer data so she’s accessing a computer that she is not authorized to access (I think there is a privacy commision issure there); she’s disrupting the person who is supposed to be doing work on that computer and actually preventing her from doing actual work (apparently there was even an empty computer available on the other side of the room). And by surfing the web (Facebook or otherwise) one makes it easier for a system to become compromised online.
Just a few minor little things. I didn’t make a big deal of it beyond mentioning that she probably shouldn’t be doing it.
Apparently she took it as quite the attack. I received a message from her on Facebook this afternoon in my Inbox that goes as follows…
“Hey. I really don’t mean this to be rude cause i’m actually a really nice person and thought you were too. but the comment you made at the <insert business name here> office the other day was really uncalled for. <insert person’s name she was disrupting> is my friend and more than that, she’s a big girl and speak for herself. if she doesn’t want me on her computer, trust me, she’ll speak up. and really, i’m not sure how you think it was any of your business to say anything. you’ve never worked there. and if the comment was for <my girlfriend>’s benefit, then again, she’s a big girl and i know she’ll make any comment she feels necessary. she hasn’t held back in the past.”
She’s free to voice her opinion. I wasn’t even mad about what she said. What I was and still am angry about is the fact that I’m now blocked and cannot respond to her. She appears to have blocked my girlfriend and also the lady she was disrupting as well, effectively cutting off all opportunities for me to reply to her.
I may not be mad about it, but I do have a response to it which you’re now going to have the pleasure of reading through…
The part about having my girlfriend or the other lady speak up? Yeah, as the guy who has to listen to what happens to my girlfriend and other staff people as a result of the bullshit that people like this person pull I would say that I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in the office - and that pretty much makes it my business. In this case, it’s easier for the people in the office to let her take care of her bullshit and go away then it is to call her on her bullshit and consequently have to deal with her being upset and holding a grudge for the next 2 months… because I’ve heard this sorta shit happens in that office.
The comment wasn’t so much for my girlfriend’s benefit as it was for her boss’s benefit. The guy is pretty much computer illiterate and luckily for her, he wasn’t in the room. In my job, I deal with controlled goods and protected information on a daily basis - like the kind of stuff that if you don’t be really careful with someone’s going to do jailtime. Privacy act stuff is just a no-brainer.
I especially like the part where she implies that she thought I was a good person. I’m pretty sure that’s not the way to win friends and influence people. Making it a personal attack is quite childish and immature. That doesn’t mean that I won’t be childish and immature back to her if given the opportunity, but I was fully prepared to take the moral high-road had she given me the opportunity to respond to her. Besides, I’m pretty sure that by calling me a bad person, she’s being hypocritical anyway.
But she didn’t take the high-road so I won’t either. She’s a psycho hose-beast who needs to get back on her medication and graduate to real life from highschool/the soap opera she lives in. I can see why she was let go later that day (or around that time frame). Oh, yeah, and I’m pretty sure that she eats gerbils.
Unds hallo.
Now, by even thinking about this I’m probably jinxing the hell out of myself. We have been playing sooo much more than we normally have lately and it’s been fabulous. We’ve been going to events, playing in the basement, having people over and doing mean things to them… it’s been a lot of fun. And that makes us happy (doesn’t it Precious? Yes it does).
To what do I owe this happy turn of events? Honestly, I’m not sure. Something sorta clicked and it’s been working for the both of us and I’m hesitant to change anything because of it.
I’m going to start using handles from Fetlife because it’s easier then implying who these people are and it still doesn’t really identify them. If you need me to change something shoot me a message and I’ll fix it.
So I’ve been played with a fair amount, but I’ve also sorta been the one doing the playing too. I confess, I enjoy it, but it’s not something that happens very often. First, this past weekend, we had heavensangelislost and BluHeaven drop by the house and pick up my girlfriend (MsKahn) and go off to a meet up that heavens had set up. I won’t go into detail there, but you can ask them about it. They came back to the house after a couple of hours and we ended up hitting the playroom and MsKahn and I took turns doing mean things to heavens, and then MsKahn worked her magic with BluHeaven. Both BluHeaven and heavensangelislost are bottoms. My girlfriend is most decidedly… not. I thought I did a pretty good job being mean to heavens and MsKahn, as always, did a fine job with BluHeaven. As it turned out, BluHeaven is now a convert to this kinky bdsm stuff and appears to be ripe and ready for more. Thanks guys for coming.
That took us to Sunday night. I previously scheduled an evening with a friend of mine (someone I’ve taken pictures of, actually) who was interested in playing. She’d never done it before, at least not a reall full-fledged scene. I obliged. She came by at a little before 6 (I told her not to be late and she wasn’t - very good - keeping the guy who’s going to be doing mean things to you happy is a good thing in my books). I actually wasn’t ready for her to show up yet - was just finishing up putting together a CD of music, actually.
So off we went downstairs and away we went. Now, one of my favourite things is tickling. I like to laugh and I like to make other people laugh (in this case whether they want to or not). Chefkink isn’t ticklish. Do you know how much that fucking sucks? So yeah, I over came it though. I found the vampire gloves and the steel talons, the chopsticks and the wooden spoon to be very funny. She seemed to enjoy them too… though, I’m thinking that it was in a completely different way. I spent probably 90 minutes doing evil things to her, watching her squirm, making her beg me to stop - generally being evil to her and her really just eating it up.
Here it is a couple of days later and I read a post she’d made on Fetlife that said that “my dom got tired”. :-) That’s only partially true. I was pretty hot and sweaty after, but it was more a problem of needing ideas for other things to do to her then actually running out of steam. I think we ended on a pretty good note. She was all smiley and everything. She did ask me when we could do it again and I haven’t given her an answer yet so I guess I didn’t do too badly.
I need some ideas. We have an entire arsenal of wicked things to use on people, however, I’m not prepared to use them on someone that I’m 1) not skilled enough to weild yet and 2) playing casually with. I was thinking that wax may be a good thing to give a go with, but I’ve never actually done that before and does require a someone greater degree of nudity on her part. We’ll see what she says. Any additional ideas are much appreciated.
I hope things keep going this way. Though, if they do, I’m likely to turn into an even bigger perve… as if that were possible.
Here’s that mask I promised to show off and something that’s almost as cool…
My painted leather piggy mask.
A photo courtesy of the now defunct Insex.com. I just think it's a neat picture.
So my girlfriend asked me to plan her birthday party. I don’t often plan anything. I really feel like I’m jumping the gun a whole lot. Her birthday is also not until January (9th, to be exact). As it turns out though, people are already sending invites for Christmas around. I’ve invited a number of people and some of them are saying yes because we’re the first ones to send them an invite for something and they appreciate the advance knowledge.
It’s bizarre.
You know, before I met my wonderful lady, I was very much the guy who would plan only about a week in advance and that, to me, was something I considered to be long-term planning. I’m feeling more grown up with my scheduling now. Don’t get me wrong, I still prefer to be very childish and immature, but all this responsibility and body hair is proving otherwise. It’s Thursday night right now and I could’ve sworn it was just Monday.
I don’t know how this is going to work when I’m old(er).
So yeah, birthday party.
We’re going to do two parts. The first is the vanilla evening at a restaurant here in town (lets just say it’s a little more high class then McDonalds). This is just intended to be a nice dinner between friends to celebrate a special someone’s birthday on Friday, January 9th.
Act 2 shall occur at the COPE play party on January 10th. Act 2 will be decidedly more… umm… adult. Our good friend and henchstress has some sort of plan about doing draws for birthday spanks and other bits of depravity. It should be a good time had by all. Now, I wonder if we can get Costco to make a big, giant, kinky chocolate cake?…
