Recommended listening: Arabella, from AM, by Arctic Monkeys.
Man, I really don’t know what to fucking write here. What is there to talk about, really? I just haven’t felt that horny recently, so I can’t exactly kick my brain into its slut-writing mode like I used to. Plus, I feel like I’ve used every combination of all the slutty words I know – anything I come up with, I feel like I’ve already done before. That’s almost certainly not true – the wells of horny posting run much, much deeper than that after all – but at least right this very second? I don’t really feel like forcing it.
I tell you what I can talk about – I got an email from my new property manager yesterday, letting me know that my first flat inspection will be next Thursday! She also gave me a list of things that they might check – some seemed perfectly normal (bathroom), some sounded reasonable but sort of a pain to put into action (oven, rangehood?) – and some just feel like they’re a little too intense. The heat pump filters, really? That’s one of your major concerns? I mean, they can get decently dusty I suppose, but… Idk, it just seemed like a weird thing to put on your list next to, like, “clean the toilet”. Still, can’t be helped. Hopefully I’ll be able to pick up a vacuum cleaner this weekend – it’s pretty much all hard floors here, so I’ve been doing ok with a dustpan and brush, but an inspection calls for something a little more full-on.
It also, of course, requires me to tidy away a few things that have become commonplace for me to just leave lying around. I won’t be able to keep Mistress Charlotte’s collar out on its hook on full display – it’ll have to go away for an hour or so. I’ll miss it dearly. The same with my little puppy bowl, the nipple clamps I left out like a week ago and haven’t bothered putting away – for a while at least, I’ll have to appear to be a totally normal, non-pervert, who is definitely NOT some manner of whore. I enjoy normal person things, like, uh, sports, and long walks on the beach, and getting on my knees for- what’s that? They don’t get on their knees for their superiors? They don’t even have superiors?! What are these people doing out there?!
So, that’s probably going to be a lot of my weekend – figuring out what supplies I need, picking them up, putting the buttplugs and lube out of sight. Perhaps I’m a little hornier than I thought – my brain keeps throwing up the idea “property manager does a flat inspection and also she’s a Domme”, and while I have zero idea what that actually means or could possibly look like, I’m curious to run with it a little. Maybe that’ll be tomorrow’s blog – for now, I think, I’m content to just sit on the couch and read tweets from beautiful women who love to treat men exactly how they deserve.
…honestly, THAT could be a future blog too. Just musing about all the incredible Dommes I have the privilege of seeing, even interacting with on Twitter? Sounds like a fun time. Where were all these ideas half an hour ago when I was complaining about not having any?! Ah well. Thanks for reading.