'The Missus'

Please note, I have placed the above in quotation marks.  As in, I don't necessarily think that, but I was texting with a couple of friends yesterday, and that is how they referred to The Boss.  Which was exceedingly funny, I thought, and Mistress thought so too, after she had gotten over her heart attack at initially hearing the word.  I thought it was interesting how not one, but two of my friends referenced her that way on the same day, and these two friends wouldn't have been in communication with one another at all.  Of course, neither of these friends know about the Sir situation, but still.  Mistress said it was, in a way, nice that at least one of her boys felt comfortable at least acknowledging the word lol.

Both interviews I had yesterday went EXCEEDINGLY well, and I have actual follow up interviews with the actual employers, both today as well.  Within an hour of each other even, so hopefully the first interview goes to time for the half hour they anticipate.  Mistress said why didn't you say you just couldn't do the second interview a bit later, but that's not my personality type, I guess.  It's a bit of a pity though, because the agency that interviewed me for the lower paying job seemed the nicer one.  I am sure the other agency is nice, but the recruiter just seemed a bit more stand offish in the interview.  Didn't make me feel as comfortable as the girls in the other place.

Anyways, both employers sound like good options in the long term.  It will come down to the feel of the places in the interview, as well as the probable $13K difference in wages.  The higher paid job comes with rotating shifts that include graveyard, so I asked Mistress whether she preferred me having normal office hours or a bit all over the place.  She said if Sir does get one of those FIFO jobs he is hoping for, normal hours would be preferable because when she gets a job, if I am on shift work there may be times that the kids aren't supervised at home.  But my shifts will come out a month in advance, and with the pay differential, it might be a no brainer.

With that conversation, about which job option she would prefer me to do, it was a real adult conversation with Mistress.  EEK!  No, not really, that was just a fake eek, it is lovely to have real discussions with her.  And it was a bit lol when I was on the phone with one of the agencies, the kids were being noisy in the background (well one of them) and she asked whether I could speak and I said yeah, I had chased the kids out of the room.  Very domestic sounding hahaha.

And Mistress was feeling blah with the day, and while I was off interviewing, when I rang her and heard how blah she was, I just was wishing I was with her to I dunno, hug her or something.  But even though I am here 24/7, I can't actually be to hand every second of the day.  Especially when I am working.  But being Here is a much better option than being There.  If the above made any sense at all.

And the more the day went on, the more blah she got.  I reset one of her games on her mobile phone right to the beginning, and when I realised that I had done that, I prepared myself for a whack around the ears, but after a few deep breaths, she just said these things happen, and then went OCD on removing paint from one of the cupboards.

And then I managed to cheer her up for the evening with Adele.  Whom she hadn't really heard of before, and definitely hadn't seen the vids of.  And she kept going to the live performances, and the live performance of covers, such as Aretha and Sam Cooke and all that other old stuff.  I could literally see her blahness just lift off her.

Was lovely to see.

Exhaustion

Sometimes, keeping track of the household Here is a bit tiring.  Yesterday especially, with Mistress busy as, and assisting her, and then going on a bit of a drive to pick up child two, while we had child one in the back of the car, and then the return journey, rather late at night and with everyone else tired as well, and hungry.

And then child one making a few smart cracks, I hit a bit of an energy wall and almost, almost snapped back.  Sir was amazed the child had gotten under my skin because I am the most easy going person he seems to know.  And when you put the two children together, they seem to egg each other on sometimes to go beyond what us three adults can take.  Seriously, three adults, two children, should it really be that way?  And were me and my siblings as much of a terror to my parents?  Interesting.

Anyways, got more brownie points with Mistress yesterday for helping keeping her day on track.  And even giving her a nanna nap when she needed it.  Before we were on the side of the highway, at least lol.  And I can write selection criteria essays well, apparently.

Just a quickie this morning, early morning interview to head off to.  As well as a secondary afternoon interview.  And the morning job actually could pay well - with weekend and shift work added in...

Reaganomics

And suddenly I have Mick Hucknall singing 'Money's Too Tight To Mention' in my head.  Did the earth move for you Nancy, indeed lol.

And before any of the readers think I have gone insane, there is a point to referencing the 40th President.  Was talking to Mistress in the Big Bed yesterday morning, and she was talking that with the three of us in the relationship (she actually SAID that, squee!!) there is a trickle down effect.  If she isn't getting what she needs, then she won't be in the mood to give me what I need either.  This conversation came about from her reading my last couple of blog entries, and me assuming that Mistress and Sir's time to themselves is a heckuva lot better than what I am getting.  Apparently it isn't.  And because it isn't related to me specifically, that is all I will say on the matter.

Later on in the day, Sir came back from out and about with a huge grin on his face.  Not only had he had a good day saving the world in his own particular way, but he had got a present for Mistress.  Which morphed into getting a present with Mistress in mind.  Both Mistress and I asked whether it was a practical gift, and apparently it is - for Sir.  That was our first warning lol.  He has ordered a violet wand.

When I talked to Mistress about it later, when discovering what it was, she was quite horrified.  She hates electro zappy things at the best of times, let alone the seemingly ultimate zappy toy that a wand is.  We were out on the front lawn, weeding, when this conversation took place, and Mistress looked up at me disgustedly, and said, well at least it will appeal to your voyeuristic tendencies.  Before coming back to me and saying well, you will be second person to be hit with it, because even though I don't like hurting you, I will enjoy using the wand on you, and will have to, to work out the frustrations from it being used on me.  All the squee colours of the rainbow when she said that.

She might even tie me up in the corner of the room, unable to do anything, when Sir uses it on her.  I'm still not seeing any downside here hahaha.  Oh, and she picked up on a phrase of mine from yesterday's blog, that I always do everything with her best interests in mind - she was imploring me to realise this wasn't in her best interests at all.  She wants a store credit and send the thing back, and exchange it for frilly knickers and a French maid outfit.  Equally rawr to me, that thought hahaha.  Sir said no to the sending it back though. 

It will be interesting.  And probably painful...

To wrap the day up, I made a lovely beef curry last night, with rice pilaf.  Not out of a cookbook at all, the power of google.

I Iz Chew Toy

At Friday's barbeque - which actually turned into pizzas ordered in, rather than cooking our own food - the family dog there was all over me.  Mistress said in one of her Voices for dog to get off me, because I was HER chew toy.  Squee!!

Yesterday was interesting.  It ended up blah, but it started out so well.

We were kidless for the morning, so when I did my wake up and do you want coffee knock on their bedroom door, Mistress said that I could come in and curl up on the bed.  She will never need to ask that question twice of me hahaha.  She thought she would doze a bit more, but she was awake, so asked me to make coffee and get the newspaper and bring them both into the room.  And for me to come up to pillow level, so that I could read the paper with her.  Sharing coffee, sharing the newspaper, talking about the issues of the day, and being told what jobs to apply for, while Sir was in the bed dozing away.  It was WONDERFUL.

Then Sir woke up, I got him a coffee, and curled up next to Mistress again.  As he was waking up, he watched some hentai - I've never seen the point of animated porn myself, but maybe I could be edumacated - and one of the Paris Hilton sex tapes.  Mistress piped up after a while and said I don't know why you are watching that when I am right here, to which Sir said he thought she was too busy reading the paper.  He then reached into his bedside drawer...  and next thing you know, Mistress is squirming with the electric zappy thing on her skin. 

And, because I was on top of the covers on the other side of her, she couldn't kick the covers off and attempt to run away.  Which I think Sir kinda sorta got into.  He was actually making eye contact with me every couple of minutes, with that wicked grin on his face.  I was doing the fake rolling my eyes thing, being so put upon by them misbehaving right next to me, but inside, my voyeuristic streak was loving, every, second of it.  And of course, other parts of my body were reacting appropriately.  Though it is kinda sorta funny to be fully dressed, while the other two weren't, but them both below the covers, not being able to see anything.  Apart from when Mistress squirmed a bit TOO much and her breasts made a couple of appearances.

Sir saying to Mistress 'open wide' and Mistress hoping to get away with opening her mouth.  And then her legs splaying everywhere under the covers, like she was riding a bicycle in the Tour de France.  Exceedingly HOT. 

As all this was happening on my right hand side, I offered to get Sir another coffee, and got off the bed, and forgot about what was happening on my left hand side.  Mistress and I hadn't quite finished our second coffee, I bumped it, and it went all over her bedside table.  The first reaction of Mistress was to call me a fuckwit for doing so.  She wasn't so much worried about the clock and the rest of the stuff on the table, but more Sir's book that she was reading.  It was water off a duck's back for me being sworn at, because I was already running on adrenaline to clean it up.  But later on, Sir got Mistress to apologise to me for reacting that way when it was purely an accident.

Usually my situational awareness is exceedingly good.  Though usually I don't have Sir putting electro zappy things between Mistress' legs right next to me either lol. 

At least the comfort level in the bedroom between all three of us is ramping up.  Oh, and before Sir woke up, Mistress had read my blog from yesterday, and her initial reaction to it was 'later' as she enveloped me in a hug.

Sir went out to a thing, Mistress and I read the paper - the bits that we hadn't read first time around, and then did some domestic stuff.  Laundry, gardening, and figuring out what to have for dinner last night.  As Mistress said, it may have been domestic kinda sorta boring stuff, but it is stuff that is enjoyable when you have someone to do them with. 

Mistress and I then headed out to do stuff.  Said hello to her mother, picked up 'lunch' at like 4pm, and then headed out for the long drive to pick one of the children up.  Which was interesting, if only for the fact that Mistress hit exhaustion at about 4.30 in the afternoon or so.  We hit the judder bars on the side of the road, which woke us BOTH up.  And the next rest zone we found, she parked and looked at me, and said, that has never happened to me before.  The swerving to the side of the road with tiredness.

Even though I am the sub, I do everything with her best interests at heart, and occasionally this means I get to order her around, or at least make very strong suggestions.  I told her, while we were in the rest area, that she needed some sleep, and I said that I would give her fifteen minutes.  She curled up as comfortably as she could and started dozing.  That road is notorious for bad signal for the phone network, but we had obviously lucked into a good spot, because I was downloading all the loud, keep her awake music I could find.  Downloading, not playing.  And because we were in the middle of nowhere, no one else was really using the network, so the download speed was like, ten seconds and you had four megs worth of data.  Yeah, I know, that was a slight geek out there hahaha.

I let her sleep for half an hour.  She woke up, did the 'that has never happened to me before' thing again about sleeping on the side of the highway, said she might need to have a bit of a walk, but didn't make any move to open her door, so I got out from the passenger side door, opened up her door, and she got out for a few seconds then.  Remember, I will be learning to drive in the near to medium future, so unfortunately I couldn't assist with the driving.  But I could assist with everything else - later on we were talking about it, and Mistress said she was so glad I was with her.  And all I was along for was having my hand on her leg LOL.

So, we got driving again, and put loud songs on, Cream, Rolling Stones, Roxy Music, keeping her awake.  Got to where child was, threw some coffee into the both of us, and then headed back.  I was in the back seat, and knew that with child, he would keep Mistress awake enough, as I caught twenty minutes kip.

When we got home, and after I had assisted making dinner, I just hit a wall of blah.  Just a feeling of being underappreciated around the place.  Not sure what was up, but everyone went to bed early, and I was still awake and reasonably full of energy.  And maybe, as I said to Mistress, linked to my feelings from the last blog entry.  And just something from when Sir told the both of us off for leaving stuff out, that I tried to explain to Mistress a couple of days ago, but it didn't quite come out right.  When he tells her off, eventually they will make up and there might even be sex out of it - eventually or something.  I get told off, and the extent of my reward later on is getting told I make a nice cup of tea.  If that makes any sort of sense at all.

Especially frustrating when Sir says he won't punish me with whackies because I will like that.

Service is its own reward?  Like fuck it is LOL LOL.

Minor Frustration

How to write, to word this one?  Especially not to make it sound too whiney.

Word of the day, of the week, of the month, is 'thriving'.  Because that is what I am doing over Here.  Everything is going as well, or better, than expected.  As Mistress said yesterday afternoon, she is especially surprised at how well Sir and I are getting on.  It is more than just mere acknowledgement of one another, more than just grudging respect, I wouldn't go so far to say it is a full on friendship yet, but there is absolutely no tension there.  And now that I know he is a Judge Dredd fan lol, that is one of my own geek out topics...

But, watching Belladonna piss on herself in a vid, somehow less of an impact when a) you have twenty other things on your brain, like job searching or housecleaning and the like, and b) when you know other people in the household are having, you know, real life sex, when you aren't.

Again, I go back to Mistress saying months ago she wasn't sure whether she could offer me a full sexual relationship, and a few days ago saying I will likely have sex with others but likely not her, but it is a minor frustration.  I understand that full on sex is probably not an option this lifetime, decade, year, month?  But as I have stated before, I am happy with the ancillary stuff, like flogging, like photography, like collared and leashed, like voyeurism, but even with that, once since I got here?

As much as I have subsumed myself to Mistress and Sir since I got here, I am a boy, and I do have requirements.  I would follow Mistress through hell, high water and anything else that life throws up, and I love the hugs and kisses I get, but yes.  Oh, and the bucket list house elf thing this weekend has been rainchecked, so of course that wasn't a net positive.  Oh, and a couple of days ago, as we were talking about my unsuitability for sales jobs, unable to seal the deal, Mistress dropped in 'that is why you don't get laid that much'.  I shut down, she knows that topic is such an Achilles heel for me.

Yeah, the above probably didn't make all that much sense, but it had to be written, I had to try and get it out somehow.

The rest of yesterday?  Was assisting Mistress pull out weeds in the afternoon, which was way lovelier than it just sounded.  And went to a small party last night, with Mistress, which was nice.  Beer and pizza and talking to a couple of good friends, and the girl who likes my arse commented that next time I should show it off more.  And she made the comment in front of Mistress as well.  Intriguing. 

Quality Time

Yesterday.  Yadda yadda interview, yadda yadda job applications, yadda yadda lunch and dinner.

The important thing was that I was on top of the covers on one side of Mistress, Sir was on the other side of her (under the covers, of course), and Mistress said later on that life couldn't have been any more perfect than that moment.  She said she loved being in the middle - not anything sexual, not at all - at least, while I was in the room - both us boys were dozing, but it was just lovely.  And then, when she had to get out of bed to open the door and it was a mail delivery, the look of being a kid that Sir had on his face as his latest wargaming toys were unwrapped, while we other two watched on, while we were all on or in the bed.  Priceless.

Almost as priceless was Mistress later in the night as she went on a youtube search for Amy Winehouse songs and videos.  She looked very dreamy as she relaxed into the music.

Two lovely little vignettes from the day.  The rest went as normal.

Interview at a Food Court

The new John le Carre thriller indeed.  Well, no, actually, we were at Westfield having Chinese for lunch, when the phone rang.  Unknown number, as has been occurring often lately.  Are you free to talk - well, I am in a food court, but yes, I can definitely talk.  Another challenging role, with which I have had similar experience in my career a decade ago, and running on adrenaline during the conversation, and doing it very well for ninety percent of the time, Mistress and Sir rolling their eyes at what I was saying the other ten percent.

Hey, it got me a secondary interview.  I come all the way over Here from There a few weeks ago, just to have this interview via Skype back to that side of the country, a bit ironic in my books lol.  And after that one, away from the food court, I lined up another two interviews.  And had another two phone calls back and a strong email back as well.  I said to one of my mates back There, I have interviews coming out of my ears now.  One today, one tomorrow, one next Tuesday.  Mistress said it was likely the recruiters were waiting for closing dates to go through before ringing back.

So yes, the day was a bit disjointed again.  In the morning Mistress and I had coffee with my father, who was overnighting in town going from home to work (he is a FIFO worker).  Mistress asked me before we got there to remind her what his name was, which the two guesses she made she got completely wrong.  I asked her later what she thought my Mum's name was.  If we add the hairdresser's guess of my name, we have a Simon, son of Bev and Terry lol.  Actually, can I buy a vowel?  Hehehe.

Coffee with Dad was good, but he was a bit tired.  Sir didn't show interest in coming out and doing coffee with him, and with the day he was having, Sir likely didn't need any additional complications such as Dad visiting the house lol.  We will leave that for the full parental and grandparental visit NEXT MONTH hahahaha.

Then it was out to Westfield for lunch and to pick up Sir's suit.  Another day off, but again, he had to oversee his workplace.  And go in for a few hours in the afternoon.  Which Mistress wasn't happy about - she said to me, as we were doing the groceries later on, much as I love to spend time with you, it's HIS DAY OFF.  Yeah, well, it didn't look too much like a day off to me.

Not too much else happened yesterday.  Oh, apart from the seemingly usual kids' stuff.

Just a short time ago today, Mistress aced an interview, over the phone, over There (what is with these national recruiters, can't they have offices here or something), and, after hearing what they MAY be paying her if she gets this position (she is the perfect candidate apparently), I could potentially be a FULL TIME house elf.  Wouldn't that be a turn up for the books lol.

World's Largest Cat

As Sir christened me when I was curled up as near the foot of the bed as I could get.  During about an hour of doze time with him and Mistress yesterday morning (after the kids had left for school).  I was on top of the covers, like a good little pet.  Sir of course isn't a cat person, but Mistress said it must have meant something for him not to kick me off lol.  Plus, I was doing my best to behave, even when they did start chatting and saying some funny stuff - 'no sniggering in the cheap seats' is a phrase I believe I will hear a lot more while I am Here.  I laugh a lot, what else can I say?

Mistress had a funny dream yesterday morning, that she related to us as we were waking up.  She was out with me, had already lost Sir to babysitting duties, and it was a kink party, so she was losing her dress and being groped up by strange men, neither of which she was particularly happy with, and then lost me as well.  She said it wasn't a good dream - I find it interesting that just as the two of us are finally here to support her as much as we can, she dreams of losing us.  Goodness knows which recess of her subconscious brought that one up.

Really, we should have stayed in bed all day, because almost as soon as we got up, the irritation level started rising.  Sir was trying to hurry Mistress up with getting ready.  Then, when we did head out, Mistress was irritated at Sir for trying to be funny or something.  Then they were both irritated that a service station appeared to have eaten the dry cleaning place they were looking for.  It was Mistress who had wanted to go out shopping, but her enthusiasm for the expedition completely died until Sir put carrot cake and more coffee into her.

Then I ramped up, because, while shopping for shoes, my old shoes that I was wearing fell apart.  First time I think that I had really let my temper show in front of Mistress and Sir since I got here.  No, maybe not that, but the first time that I didn't CARE about the temper showing.  No, wait, my meltdown last week.  My memory is going lol.  But anyways, yes, frustration levels through the roof, and I changed into the new shoes that I had bought, and Sir told grisly threats if I ever had a hissy fit like that in public again.  Yes Sir.

And then Mistress was unhappy that Sir had suggested going after my hissy fit, because it was supposed to be her shopping expedition, us boys had gotten shoes, and she at that point had nothing.  We stuck around.  Mistress suggested us boys choose her clothes to try on, as Sir would have the final say anyways, and I like seeing Mistress modelling new and interesting clothes.  She doesn't do buying new clothes a lot of the time, more the op shop venues, and in a sense, even though it is value for money not always getting new clothes, it frustrates the heck out of her, having the same clothes month in and month out.

So for the next couple of hours, she was trying on all sorts of new clothes.  A couple of nice dresses that were COMPLETELY out of our price range, even when we are all working.  Who would pay $265 for a dress?  And I realised that Sir and I have completely different tastes when it comes to dressing Mistress up.  I would smile and/or nod my head, and 99% of the time he would frown.  Ah well, plenty of time to get to learn what looks good on The Boss.

And although I was enjoying myself just mallratting, it was apparent that Sir hates it, and also surprisingly, that Mistress dislikes it as well.  Something to do with seeing all this nice stuff and not being able to afford it, I believe.  So by the time we left the Westfield, everyone was still grumpy at things - well, I was just tired basically.  And then racing home to do an after school thing with the kids.

I have never been to a church service in my life, and the after school thing was a church service.  The place was lovely as a tourist attraction, but then singing hymns and praying and sermons.  The closest I have ever been to a sermon before this is watching one of the 'religion' episodes on The Simpsons.  Reverend Lovejoy indeed lol.  So I sang the hymns as well as I could, but it would have been hypocritical of me to go through fully on the prayers to the Lord and all that.  So apart from the standard Lord's Prayer, which I did learn at school, I kept my mouth shut for those.

And was interesting, was a bit of a parental and teacher meet and greet beforehand.  Sir was being introduced by Mistress to a few of the people, whereas I was standing back and taking my cues from her - I don't think I got introduced once.  Ah well, the life of a secondary, I better get used to it.  And Sir was positively chatty to me last night lol.

Then, as soon as the service was over and we could check our phones again, Sir had three missed calls from work.  On his day off, in a period of about an hour or so.  And I could see the stress levels between Sir and Mistress just start ramping up again.  And when we got home, I got chased off from hugging Mistress.  So I hid away on the computer for a good portion of the evening, before watching the Blues Brothers on DVD.

Mistress had retreated to her bedroom, and only came out once.  I went in there visiting from time to time, and on one of those visits got told that if it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have been able to make it through the day.  And I could tell she meant it.  And my heart almost burst with pride at how helpful I am to her.

Oh, and also, on a particular website, she said out loud, in public, that she was now my Mistress.  Squee times a thousand million, give or take infinity lol.  So, does that make me still submissive, or am I now a slave?  I am easy with both.

SQUEE!!!! 

Housework

Unfortunately, it isn't all quality time in the Big Bed with Mistress, and kinky sex with other women around here.  Yesterday was quite domestic in fact.  Mistress holed herself up in the bedroom for most of the day, doing job applications, while I cleaned the bathroom, toilet, did a couple of loads of washing, and ironing.  I was going to mop the floors as well, but was told they needed a vacuum as well, and the kids were going to be home before I could do the both of them, and Mistress has advised me that trying to clean the floors while they are around is a lesson in futility.  Actually, am surprised she didn't order me to do that, but I have mostly been a good house elf since I got here, and talking of futility, she Ordered me to keep an acquaintance on facebook that I would rather have gotten rid of.  Just to teach me a lesson about not expecting The Boss to save me from my own stupidity all the time.

So yes, the daytime was housework, and I didn't get around to job searching until about 11pm last night.  But once I was into it, I was a machine.  Loading up MS Office on my computer for the letters in Word was such a win yesterday though.  Yes, I got a laptop without Office on it.  It was cheaper lol.

And was a lovely evening last night - even if Mistress and Sir weren't too impressed with the DVD of the night, Sin City.  He was checking out wargaming stuff online, Mistress was sewing, and I was job searching.  Might be sad to say, but it was real quality time.  We were all doing our own things, but we were interacting with each other at the same time.  And my tea and coffee making skills are really coming along nicely lol.

Oh, and Mistress said she might do some candle wax play with me over the next couple of days.  Which may include waxing my back, and perhaps my chest as well.  Hope we don't have a waxing disaster which might mean the New Best Friend playtime next weekend may be curtailed somewhat.  Pfft.  I trust Mistress.  Completely.

And if there is a waxing disaster, it was just meant to be hahaha.

House Elf For Sale Or Rent

'...room to let, fifty cents.  No phone, no pool, no pets...'

Today's pop culture reference in the post title, though pop culture all the way from 1964, is of course the song King of the Road lol.  I have a date next weekend - if by date you mean probable extended kinky sex with a 22 year old lol.  As well as doing her dishes, the house elf loaned out part of the equation.  And Mistress in a conversation we had just this morning said the situation could be equated to me having sex with everyone else apart from her.  Sir is very possessive on that front apparently, though I can be very patient as well lol.  Though as long as she is flogging me and/or putting candle wax on me and/or leading me around on a leash from time to time and/or modelling for my photography and/or various other stuff, I can live with fucking other girls for the meantime hahaha.

And also discussed was another friend of Mistress, who does needles and cutting.  Funnily enough I would prefer the latter than the former, but being as experimental as I am, I will try needles as well.  Mistress said I should send that friend an email, get her over here for dinner, and then make me a pincushion.  Oh, rephrase, make me INTO a pincushion.  Although, on second thought, Mistress believed it would be better if I went over to friend's place for all this, as seeing it in the house may give Sir ideas, and, even worse, techniques lol lol.

So yes, was my first munch here yesterday, and, much as I love Mistress, and much as I am really getting on well with Sir, I did feel the need to socialise with a wider group.  Especially catching up with people I had met up with on my holidays here.  The people that I got on well with, I mean.  And usually I am quite reserved when catching up with people, but when I saw who I needed to see, I was launching myself into big squishy tight hugs.  The difference between holidaying and living somewhere, methinks, and my absolute pleasure in seeing them all.

And was funny, even the 'new' people that I met knew who I was.  I am sure it has circulated around the grapevine Here, and Sir and Mistress may have mentioned me a time or two to their friends that I don't know yet.  It is quite the interesting dynamic, maybe even more so when standing from the outside looking in.  But I didn't have anyone say that they had heard anything bad about me, so all good on that front.

And one of the new girls took a very special interest in me, and hence, I am being loaned or rented out next weekend.  It started off with talking about house elf duties, dishes, ironing etc, and then it expanded to needing someone to assist her trying out her new strap on.  I was quite toasted by this stage, on beer and cider, so instead of doing my usual faux shock horror thing, I just grinned at her and raised my eyebrows in the pick me sense.  New best friend looked over at Sir and Mistress, and got told that I was available for such a try out if she wanted me.  Just no permanent damage.  She asked whether that meant no marks, but Sir said marks are okay.  And I was drowning in an ocean of squee.  In the most positive way imaginable.  I had been talking to this girl for extended periods of time during the afternoon, while at the same time circulating, while at the same time not hanging on Mistress and Sir's shoulders all the time, and we got on really really well.  Even before the talk of me going around to hers next weekend.

And then, when we were leaving, the goodbye hugs and all, with new best friend I hugged in close, started kissing her neck, which I think got a reaction out of her, because next thing I knew, she had her tongue down my throat.  In front of Mistress and everything, and it was very squee.

Pizzas were nice at the munch venue.

Oh, and one of the girls said to me, it IS you, I didn't recognise you clothed (from various pictures she may or may not have seen, or when we have had parties out where clothing is optional).  And by the way you do have a nice arse.  Which made me glow a bit more.

I dunno whether this morning's convo with Mistress would come under the category 'deep and meaningful' or just a 'discussion'.  We touched on all sorts of things, related to the household, related to Sir, related to me, related to her, and related to the kids - oh, and also related to yesterday's munch.  That phrase, you will be having sex with everyone apart from me, and on the positive side, it will be extremely kinky sex - on one side of the ledger it is funny as, on the other it is gah, frustrating.  But I have lived with frustrating before, and geez, some of the girls Mistress and Sir know are hella hot.

*wicked evil grin*

Carthagenic

Of course it is a word.  If Sir said it, it must exist.  Oxford English Dictionary, take that!  Kapow!!

Was a fun night, but first off, I will take us back to earlier in the day.  Mistress had done Sir's hair, and, rather than put the clippers away straight off, she 'suggested' that I have a haircut as well.  Take your shirt off and bend over indeed (so the loose hair would fall into the bath tub).  Can one bliss out by a haircut alone?  Because I went damned close if I didn't actually get there.  Closing my eyes, Mistress concentrating on me, blowing hair out of the way from time to time, and I just found it a very intimate, if that isn't too wrong a word to use. 

She must have noticed, because when I came up for air - aka, when she had finished cutting - Mistress said to me, you enjoyed that, didn't you.  With a huge grin on her face.  That's a win.

And then later in the day, just quiet time in the garden.  I thought I was doing gardening, and texted my parents to say so, and got a reply saying that Mistress was game, did I know the plants from the weeds.  Mistress then texted saying that I was only snipping the green waste into smaller pieces for the bin, rather than running amok with the rose bushes myself.  I pouted at that, but cheered myself up with the fact that in the kitchen and with my cooking I am actually damned good.  Doing more than just assisting in there lol.

Then, we managed to offload the children to a sleepover, and Mistress invited one of her friends - actually, her hairdresser - over for dinner.  Sir was working a late shift.  Lemon garlic chicken, with leftover vegetables, nom nom nom.  And two bottles of wine, which went surprisingly quickly.  Was a lovely, civilised evening.  And although her friend doesn't quite circulate in some of the groups that Sir, Mistress and I do, Mistress suggested friend would enjoy coming out with us.  And showed some of the party pictures *wicked evil grin*.

Oh, and friend has nicknamed me Simon (not my real name).  And when Mistress next has her hair done, Simon will be taught the ways of blow drying lol.  And he might even go out the back with hairdresser boss for a cigarette or five - as Mistress said to me during the night that if she ever catches me smoking, she will belt me, and not in the good way.  But Simon is his own person of course, apprentice hairdresser and all that LOL LOL. 

By this stage, the wine had run out and we were onto the bourbon, and Mistress was dancing around the kitchen to INXS and Chisel.  She does have the most wonderful way of swaying her hips hehehe.  And friend rang taxi because she needed to get home to the boyfriend - said as diplomatically as I could hehe, and we were waiting out the front for taxi to arrive, and I was hugging Mistress, and she was hugging me in return.  And pinching my nipples so hard and saying I needed some clamps for them.  And kissing and biting my neck, deliciously.  All while friend was still standing next to us, so she heard my involuntary gasps when the nipple twisting and the biting was happening.  I didn't care, I was kinda sorta blissing out.

And Mistress than said to friend that because I had been such a good house elf for two weeks, that I deserved a beating for being a good boy for all that time.  I was sure I had misheard that, but the kinda sorta blissing out clarified itself into full on blissing out lol.  Taxi didn't arrive, and Sir got home from his late shift and then took friend home.  Mistress crooked her finger at me to come inside, with a huge grin on her face, and we proceeded to dance in the kitchen for a bit longer. 

Sir came home again, said we were both smashed, and then proceeded to down a couple of bourbons himself.  Nowhere near catching up to Mistress and I though.  Mistress asked if I was still in the mood for a beating, because she was in a mood to give it to me, and I said hell yeah.  She instructed me to have a shower beforehand, which I did, pretty much uber quickly.  I came out of the bathroom to Mistress on her knees in the kitchen, giving Sir a blowjob.  Which was awesome to see, especially the way he 'encouraged' her to deepthroat him.

He then graciously stepped aside, suggesting Mistress get on with beating me.  She found this wicked looking wide belt in her bedroom, and then crooked her finger at me again back to the kitchen.  I assumed the position. hands outstretched on the counter, and whack, whack, whack.  All across my butt, and my back - mmm, I love my back being hit.  My butt usually 'gives out' before too long, but my back can take a bit more punishment.

Sir had wandered off to the bedroom by this stage, and after the first lot of beltings, I burst into tears, hugged Mistress tightly, and said what sort of freak am I to get off to this type of stuff.  She whispered softly in my ear, reassuring me that I wasn't a freak for liking what I like, and hugged me tighter.  The tears weren't because of pain or anything, just an emotional reaction to the feeling of release I was getting.

Two more sets of whacks, two more sets of hugging Mistress as tightly as I could, telling her I loved her and all those other sweet nothings you give when your back and butt are bright red and starting to welt up.  And the last dose of beating, I said I just needed a few more, counted to ten in my head - as I got whacked - and by about seven I was over it, but I was going to get to ten.  And I did.  God, if I could just automatically replicate the hugs that happen after beatings, I would be a very happy person.  Mistress then pulled some ice out of her drink, and rubbed it along my back, and I hugged her so tightly, and oh, that is what I said - I said I love watching you suck cock.  She said you and every other person.  I replied well, every other person isn't naked in your kitchen with his hand down the back of your pants.

I wandered off to bed shortly after that, as did she.  Some noises from the bedroom ensued, but nothing like she usually gives.  LOL, when Sir had come in from dropping friend off, the music was quite loud, and it was after midnight, and he said to turn it down.  Mistress suggested it needed to be up to mask the sounds of them fucking.  You can imagine how my eyes were agog at that lol.  I love hearing Mistress swear, but Sir has almost broken her out of it...

Mistress was up a bit earlier, getting headache tablets and a water.  She said she had woken up worried about me.  That she hadn't given a sufficient amount of aftercare to me after my beating.  But I assured her that the attention she gave was more than sufficient for my needs, and I was fine.  There seem to be a couple of welts on my back this morning, and omg, there is a bite mark on the back of my neck.  Mmm, she has marked me with that, heheheh.

Responsible Adult

I had a bit of an epiphany last night.  I am finally becoming a responsible adult.  Possibly.

I mean, I have been responsible for myself, I have been responsible with my work, and in some circumstances, I have been responsible towards my friends, but it came to me last night that my responsibility levels have gone up to the level of assisting looking after children.  Which is a huge step.

It reminds me of a Charlie Brown cartoon I once read - or maybe it was on one of the television episodes, because it seems to be something that would have gone longer than eight frames.  He was talking to Lucy, in her shrink role, and saying how childhood seems to be about sitting in the back seat, knowing that the adults up front will take care of you.  And something along the lines of when the responsibility of being up the front, looking after those in the back, and the whole changeover thing.  It was something like that last night.

Started off with younger child saying something ultra stupid, and me saying to the Boss that we will have to remember that for his 21st.  And the realisation that was something my parents would have said, and an automatic eek at that.

Then, the children were doing stuff at school in the evening - younger was going to disco, older was having an awards ceremony night for soccer.  Mistress had asked Sir and I who wanted to go along with her to various child things over the next couple of weeks, and with Sir working on those days, I volunteered for what I needed to do.

So yes, going with older child to his ceremony, with Mistress, I had the first real sense of being a 'parental presence' as I am going to label it.  Not a parent per se, but someone to assist as and when required.  I haven't been at a school awards thing since I was at school, so to be thrust into the role (quite willingly, of course), was a bit interesting.  Especially when I am getting into the situation when the kids are already at the ages they are.

Bits of the awards were okay, bits were boring, and the overall experience was kinda sorta strange for me.  But not in necessarily a bad way.  Then the awards were running overtime, and Mistress said she had to go pick younger child up from disco in another part of the school, and older child wanted to go - I would have stayed there with him if he didn't want to go, another blast of 'responsible adultness' - so we wandered over to disco area.

I was never one of the kids to attend school discos, but I did at least know they existed.  And again, it was an interesting experience to wander through the pile of children, and bring 50c out of my pocket for a jelly cup, trying to track down younger child.

Mistress asked whether I had enjoyed the evening when we got back to the car, and I said to her that some parts had been good, other parts had been boring.  But overall, interesting experience.

And then, because it was so late, and we had been running late to get back to school and had missed dinner, we did a Maccas run.  Another of those moments, like Charlie Brown above, when I realised I have switched from being looked after to having to look after others, in the back seat.  I mean, supporting Mistress and Sir, and in previous relationships, it is different, everyone is an adult (apparently, as I think back to one ex in particular), and you can communicate what is happening, but with children around, it is a bit different.  You just look after them, and don't explain most of what you are doing.  Mistress had fast food for breakfast and lunch as well yesterday, so it is going to be at least a week before she has any more of it.

Interesting night.

And then, this morning, Sir and Mistress and I had a bit of a deep and meaningful, subsonic like, so the kids couldn't hear.  We brushed on finances, and what the job situation is like, and house maintenance - how responsible adult is it to talk of fixing the roof and removing tiles and sanding the jarrah floorboards underneath?  Hehehe.

Oh, and Sir is going to teach me to drive apparently.  Which, if he gets a job which is fly in, fly out, and out of town for weeks, will make me even more helpful to Mistress.  I was a bit antsy about it, until that aspect of things was pointed out.

And apparently I have lost weight - at least Sir thinks so, Mistress and I are a bit more non plussed by that idea.  Was funny, Mistress was making pancakes for lunch, and I put maple syrup on them, was about to put butter on as well, when she put on the Mistress Voice and said no.  And then poked me in the ribs, and then smiled at me.

Oh, and also, Sir and Mistress said that it may be best if I stayed here, here meaning in the household.  Before I got here, there was the possibility of me staying here short term and then moving out to a rental apartment or something, which I was very understanding about.  They said this morning they envisage me staying here, to help out as much as I can.  Which gave me a brief moment of squee before we went back into further adult talk.

Everything is going as perfectly as it can be.  Only need a job to complete the puzzle - at least, at this point in time, that is all the extra I think I need...

Down Time

It is somewhat surprising how much energy job interviews take out of you.  Even when you don't have a meltdown half an hour before you are due for one.  Have had four interviews for three jobs in four days this week, and am kinda sorta exhausted with it all.  And the worst thing is that it doesn't look like I have lucked into any of them.  I was down to the last two for one of the roles, which would have been varied and challenging and all the rest, but apparently the other candidate's references are being checked before mine.  I was really warming to that job as well, unfortunately.

Ah well, onwards and upwards.  Something will come up, and I'm not in any rush (yet), and Mistress was saying I should hang out for more money above and beyond what the three jobs this week were offering anyways.

So it will be a home day today, but I will get around to applying for some more jobs.

Oh, and I slept later than Mistress for the first time since I got Here today.  She came into the room and over to my bed, and stroked my head - I was only lightly dozing at this stage, so I turned around and kissed her hand, and did the 'I love you' eyes at her, or something.  Gah, my heart just melted as I wrote that, feeling this cared for.

And then, just a brief time ago, when the kids had left for school, I knocked on the bedroom door, Mistress said come in, Sir was still kinda sorta waking up, and I curled up on a spare spot on top of the covers.  And was almost purring, like a cat.  Sir said well, you know what happens to cats that come into the bedroom, so I tried to say that I was a dog instead, which get just as hard a ride as the cats in the bedroom.  Couldn't win, so I shut up, closed my eyes, and began to doze.  One of those moments where everything is right with the world, and the planet outside the bedroom can go all the way to hell if it wants to.

Sir then got an electro zappy thing out and started to poke Mistress with it.  She squirmed and giggled deliciously, but suddenly I was kicked off the bed, and I retreated to the kitchen lol.  But the dozing on the bed was wonderful while it lasted.

Yesterday.  Was an interview in the morning, which ended up just registering for an agency, as the particular client needed a particular skill set that I could have learnt, but don't quite have just yet.  By the time the client confirmed this with agency, I was already doing the registration and personality test and all.  So it was worthwhile doing, but not as worthwhile as it could have been.  But I was in town, and I heard back from Wednesday's job interview that I was top two material, and I was going to pick up a couple of things for Mistress, so all was good with the world.

Well, maybe apart from buckling and getting KFC for lunch hahaha.

Got home, Mistress was suitably squee with the 'gifts' that I had bought, and she then knuckled down into her own job applications.  While I retreated into the lounge to watch Full Metal Jacket.  Mistress doesn't like to be interrupted when she is in the zone.  Apart from when I made sure she had some lunch.

I did roast pork for dinner, while Mistress attended to some things out of the house.  The younger child was home with me for the afternoon, and I could barely shut him up, he was very chatty with me - which is a good thing I mean, and I didn't want to shut him up, and both the children have really warmed to me.  Which is lovely, in its own way.

Meltdown Number One (Since Getting Here)

So yes, unsurprisingly probably if you had read yesterday's post, about half an hour after I wrote that, I had a meltdown.  Not a pretty one either.  One which included the better part of three quarters of an hour sobbing, thinking what the hell am I doing here, and being by myself, as Mistress and Sir were off suit shopping.

Added to which, later in the piece, was running late for the interview I had, I texted Mistress saying I could catch a taxi perhaps if I needed to, to which she rang back replying yes, perhaps that is a good idea.  I tried to be lucid and understanding and all, and all that came out were strangled sobs.  Dunno whether Sir heard that or not, but suddenly they were on their way home.  And during the drive home, they read yesterday's blog.

So yes, I wasn't a happy bunny when they turned up.  When I got in the car, Mistress massaged my shoulders (she had gone into the back seat), and Sir was asking whether I was in the right mindframe for an interview.  Sure I was, I can put my gameface on easily enough.  And then they were asking why exactly I was melting down.  I hate to admit it, but I was a little bit snappy in the car.  Sir asked me to call him his real name rather than yes Sir no Sir three bags full Sir, but I thought about it, and I was just in a bit too much of an argumentative mood to use his real name.  Saying Sir in those circumstances brings to me the fact that if I get too bolshy, I might screw things up.  Saying real names I might just let fly, if you know what I mean.

Interview went fantastically well.

Then, while waiting for Sir to finish a work meeting, Mistress was trying to get out of me what was wrong.  The fact that when I burst into tears, they think they are doing something wrong, whereas for me, crying - well, frustration kind of crying - is just a sense of being completely overwhelmed.  I said I felt more like a flatmate than anything equal.  And a few other things that I can't remember just at the moment - oh, Sir's sense of humour grates on me sometimes as well.  With that, I got told to tell him flat out when that happens.

As for the equality thing, Mistress had a think about it and later on told me that I wasn't an equal, and in fact, neither was she (to Sir).  I asked whether I was still 'just' a sub rather than anything else, and she said yes, that was still the case.  She doesn't want to Own anyone.  Even though I am squirming with squee inside at the mere thought of being Owned.  I will put that to the side for the time being though, as much as I possibly can.

Oh, and Sir was asking whether a cathartic beating may be in order.  In the Mistress conversation, she said she wasn't getting everything that she required out of her relationships, so why should I (in the being flogged or beaten sense).  In essence, not that she said this, but I like the phrase myself, that I should suck it up, buttercup.

And then, by the time we got home, the kids were there.  So we couldn't have any sort of deep and meaningful in a non public space.  Looking forward to Sunday though, catching up with some other friends at a pub.  Maybe some things will be resolved then - or maybe not LOL.

One final thing - Mistress wrote publicly last night that Sir and I are all that is keeping her sane and healthy at the moment.  Which made me smile in that loving way when I read it.  It's a tough job, but I am doing my best, as I am sure Sir is, in his own way lol.

Gotta go.  Interview number four (out of four days) very soon.

Meh

Am having my first noticeable attack of the mehs today.  And I can't exactly put my finger on why.  Things are chugging along as per usual.  Maybe it was unloading the dishwasher before, and then immediately starting to load it up again.  Maybe it was Sir saying that I needed a shower because I 'stink'.  Which makes me feel guilty for not having a fresh set of clothes pressed daily and all the rest nor having three showers a day.  My clothes are in another room, which I usually go and track down when I do have my shower, and since I have an early afternoon interview today, I was leaving the shower until later.

I dunno, I get very defensive about my hygiene, maybe because it is one area of my life I continue to have self doubts in.

What other mehness is there today.  Oh, I know logically that it has nothing to do with me, but the daily struggle of making sure everyone wakes up at a reasonable time.  And then after the kids had left (one of them was going to be late) Mistress saying she was going to wake Sir up, and then falling asleep instead.  And just guilt at not feeling I have time to do appropriate levels of housework, mopping floors is the task for the near term future.

And I guess the big one is Mistress saying she is depressed and doesn't feel she has enough hours in the day, and just from my observation, being too close to the ragged edge far too often with her emotions.  Not sure whether the kids are worse than when I visited, or whether Mistress is just more bitey at the moment, but there is tension in all directions in this household.

While I attempt to be the lightning rod, to take some of the excess energy out of things, and to be Mistress' rock.  She said I was doing a great job at being her rock yesterday morning, as I snuck in some cuddle time, before we walked the dog.

In one of our more serious conversations, Sir said he wasn't sure how to snap her out of feeling low.  If he goes all Dommy on her, then I suggested she would likely just shut down further than she has already this week.  Yes, that is it, the feeling of meh is the sense that I can't sort things out for her to any sort of satisfaction.

I will do absolutely ANYTHING for her.  Goosebumps again after writing that.  But at the same time, I'm not sure what she needs, or what she needs me to do - yes, they are two different things lol.

Yesterday hmm.  Interview went well, although the interviewers thought I would be bored with the job (aka being overqualified).  Decision later in the week.  Mutual friend of all three of ours came over for dinner and the evening, lovely girl, and so easy to cuddle with as well.  Hehehe.  And such a clothes horse, in the best sense of the phrase.  She is happy when she tries on nice clothes as well.

Oh, and grocery shopping.  Which, believe it or not, I do enjoy.  The dynamic between Mistress, Sir and I in the shopping centre would be interesting to observe all in itself lol.  Like a binary star with an additional star along, and the orbits and gravity (and attention spans, as I looked at Sir playing with his mobile phone) interacting in 'interesting' ways.

Oh, and one final thing with the meh.  Sir said last night 'you are always in photos with gorgeous girls, yet you don't have sex'.  Way to go on making me feel good about myself, Sir.  The girls I am friends with, are comfortable around me, and I enjoy spending time with them.  I must have missed the 'see all females as potential conquests' class in high school.  And all through my life, society's expectations are that I have a screw loose for working on friendships with girls rather than sex sex sex.  I thought in the situation I find myself in, that would have finally been all behind me, but perhaps not.  Yes, I am livid about it (Sir's comment, not the situation itself), the more I think about it.

Fucking useless romantic, is me...

The Horror, The Horror

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Toy Soldiers

The high point of Martika's singing career lol.  Pop culture references from early 90s r us?  No?

But the title today refers to the fact that Sir is a wargames fan, or should that be fanatic, with the little figurines and such.  He spent a good portion of last night painting up a squad of them.  And from what I saw, he had only painted the weapons, for a grand total of about three hours work.

I cut my finger while preparing dinner last night, yes, I had my first cooking experiment in Nigella's kitchen, and, apart from one of the boys saying the potato cakes were a bit spicy (there was chili and curry powder in there), the food was very well regarded.  But yes, anyways, I cut my finger on one of the knives, and after a plaster failed to work, Sir SUPERGLUED the cut together.  Just like one of his model kit soldiers lol.

And it was interesting in a way, both when the initial plaster went on, and the supergluing about half to three quarters of an hour later, Mistress and Sir both hovered around me and showed concern, attention, and all the rest.  With the superglue, Sir was the only one actually repairing me, but Mistress came into the bathroom and I dunno, gave me moral support or something.  I have NEVER felt this cared for in all my adult life.

And then when Sir said to Mistress about keeping track of maintenance of toys, I almost collapsed into a ball of squee, and all the subby emotions that keep raging to jump out of me.  I closed my eyes and I had a huge grin on my face, and since I was facing Mistress at the time, when I 'came to' she was smiling at me as well.

Though I find it fairly easy to make her smile, giggle and all the rest.

What else happened with the day?  Oh, it was nice when Sir was painting the figurines, I was in my 'kitchen spot' as I call it, as opposed to my favoured 'study spot'.  If I had been in the study spot, I wouldn't have been able to see Mistress, who was humming away to herself, baking in the kitchen.  So Sir was doing that, Mistress was baking, and I was just enjoying 'the serenity'.  Yes, the kids had gone to bed by this stage lol.  And we had the music on, and there was just quiet discussion about music tastes and the like.  Quiet domesticity, who woulda thunk it for me.

And earlier in the day, had been gardening with Mistress, grocery shopping with Sir (well, I was doing the shopping, he was sending texts to work), and cleaning the bathroom, hanging the laundry out, and helping Mistress out as much as I humanly could.  And the funniest thing is, I am HAPPY doing all this - I have never really been domesticated in the past, either with my family, by myself or in previous relationships.  Is weird, but awesome at the same time.

Voyeurism

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Mistress moaning in pleasure.  Now, being in the same house as her on holidays before, I have heard this previously, but in a major way, this was different.  I am LIVING here now.

Though at the same time, I was still waking up, still processing what I was hearing.  I checked the time, it was only quarter to one, and I had been in a really really deep sleep.  Yes, Mistress is that noisy.  I dunno whether I have mentioned this before, but I have a HUGE voyeuristic streak, so I was pretty happy just to keep listening at this stage.  I wandered out to the hallway, wondering what to do, and discounted going to knock on the door to ask for any type of permission.

I wandered back to bed, and texted that I was biting my lip, hard.  A short time later, they both got showers, but then after that, I could still hear sounds from their room.  I contemplated actually ringing them, as a few weeks ago, when I was There, I had rung through accidentally in the middle of something and Mistress allowed me to hear what was happening over the phone, but really, it probably would have interrupted them, and made them annoyed at me or something.  So I texted that I wanted to ring but that I wasn't going to, and that I should go back to sleep.

Mistress then sent a text back, saying 'probably best' - with a smiley face attached.  It may sound weird, but that made me feel as connected to what those two were up to as I possibly could be.  One of the most important things in a relationship is communication, and to do that with me even when she was having boneshattering orgasms, made me smile, and I dunno, feel important or something.  I wrote back 'enjoy'.

And a few minutes later she replied 'yes, I did - gooey now'.  And that just about was the highlight of my week lol.  I am easily pleased.  I heard Sir go to the bathroom again, and I gave Mistress a quick ring - yes, from all of two rooms away LOL.  She sounded uber relaxed, and was almost purring as she talked to me.

Something to build on.

I am practising the wicked evil grin for when they emerge from the bedroom this morning lol.

And the thing was, yesterday could have been an interesting blog entry all in itself.  All the summary needs to be is that Mistress was nearing her wits end, and Sir and I teamed up, for seemingly the first time, to sort the kids out.  Of course, a bribe at McDonald's was required, but it gave Mistress some well deserved and urgently needed wind down time.

Great Minds Think Alike

So, I was meaning to wait until the weekend to call Mum and give her a wrap up of the first week, that she hadn't gotten in email already.  However, I got my first successful call back for a job interview yesterday, and after telling Mistress straight away (by email, she was at work), I got on the phone with Mum.  Talked about the job thing for a bit, and then kind of grazed against the three in the relationship thing.  The phrase that stands out that Mum said was that she is just worried that I will get hurt.  To which I replied that on the balance of the good and bad before I got here, I decided to jump in.

Related that to Mistress when she got home, and she looked at me and said yes, we are worried that you will get hurt as well.  We as in Sir and her.  Which actually surprised me.  I thought we had sorted all that stuff out when I was over the other side of the country, that the worst Mistress could see happening was that her and I remain best friends, and perhaps even have the D/s dynamic still going on, but not in the relationship sense.  Anyways, back to the here and now, and she said that even if Sir and her did everything they could for me, I could still end up being hurt in some way, shape or form.

*Sad face*

But logically, I can't get hurt.  Me getting hurt would upset Mistress.  I will never upset Mistress.  Therefore, I can't get hurt.  I should have been born a Vulcan lol.

Onto other things.  The one Boss or two thing that again, I thought we had sorted out on the other side of the country, raised itself again last night.  I was rewriting a profile for a website, and said that Mistress was the Boss and that Sir I just followed orders from, and she recoiled in horror at the thought that Sir didn't control me as much as she does.  Or something.  Plus making my profile all about them, rather than myself - ooh, I am a human Rorschach test.  Yes, Rorschach is another word I have always wanted to use in my blog lol.  Especially after watching and reading Watchmen hahaha.

Sir said that when he gets his mojo back, he will be dragging BOTH of us by our hair to do grisly threats to.  I have a crew cut and have shaved around the nether regions, so I looked at him in the grinning sense about the hair.  He said he would find a fistful of hair on me SOMEWHERE to drag me with.  Owie, but still I was grinning.  Then, another friend had suggested a full body wax to me last week, and I mentioned that.  Sir said I should have kept my mouth shut, because now he was going to ban full body waxes.  I looked down at my feet and said yes Sir.  Mistress' eyes boggled at how easily I had taken that Order, and that I hadn't even I dunno, looked at or consulted with her about it.  Though she doesn't like the full body wax crowd.

Two bosses.  Just when I thought I had simplified my life bringing it down to one hahaha.  *Rolls eyes*

Oh, and the feeling of ease we have around each other now - or at least, that I have now.  Mistress kisses me goodnight, while Sir is in the room, without him seeming to bat an eyelid.  It's a little thing, I guess, but it means a lot to me.

I Can Haz Shelf Space?

So, this morning Mistress cleared out one of the shelves in the bathroom for me to put my stuff on.  I would say eek, but really truly, I am getting used to the situation, so I am eeking less than I did earlier in the week (has it only been one week?  yes, yes it has).  So rather than eek, it was just, nice, lovely, awesome.

We had our first good deep and meaningful this morning since I got Here, one on one style.  To that point, the one on one time had either been dozing in The Big Bed, or job searching.  I asked whether I had been meeting expectations, to which she replied that apart from being better at cleaning some spots on the handwashed dishes, I was being sensational.  Another point, that she doesn't like being called at work, was also thrashed out, that she doesn't have the sort of job that I can just ring up and say something soppy like 'hi' or 'miss you'.  Or the way that I talk sometimes, could be construed as checking up on her.  Which is the furthrest thing from my mind, I don't think I interact like that.  But I could see how the conversation and subject choice could be seen that way.  A lot of this is a learning curve for me.

I said I was hoping to get a job asap, so was thinking of going to the generic temp agencies next week.  Mistress said that I should hold out for a while longer for a specific job, that I might actually like, that I shouldn't be desperate for a job, and with the funds behind me I anticipate being self funding for two, perhaps three months, if worst comes to worst on the job front.  To leave the generic agency jobs alone for at least another couple of weeks, she said.  Which I can do.

And the fact that it has been a lot for me to process, with sorting out the dynamic with Sir, and adjusting to having two almost teenage boys around.  Which I have never had to deal with in my life previously - the kids, I meant, let alone Sir.  And wanting to get out, get a job and all, is about feeling that I am contributing - to which Mistress said, you are contributing already, with helping out around the house.  Which made me go into aww shucks mode.

I am adjusting as well as I can, and better than I expected.  It is still likely to be a steep learning curve for a while yet though.

And I need to get beaten, or at least some of THOSE type of endorphins out of me.  I was dreaming of having wet dreams last night, so I thought I was making a mess, but it was a dream within a dream.  Very Inception LOL.  I haven't had THOSE type of dreams for AGES.  And, unfortunately perhaps, I can't remember who my partners in the dreams were.  Or maybe I should just go find some good porn.

Hmm, anything to report from yesterday?  Oh, that's right.  Mistress and I went to pick the kids up from school, then went to the bank to check balances, and then went to furniture and electrical stores to price check on some stuff we may require.  Halfway through this expedition, I just had a moment where I had to share with Mistress how happy I was to be shopping with her.  If that doesn't sound too weird.  It can't have sounded too weird, because Mistress replied that she was happy shopping with me as well.

And my goodness, she is a great, great cook.  That is one thing that I won't have to help her out too much with, because she hums and is happy when she does it.  I will be lucky to get one night a week of food experimentation on my part hahaha.  All good, because I sort out the washing up.  But I said to her, well, you are just like Jamie Oliver in the kitchen - she replied, no honey, Nigella Lawson.  She certainly has the boobage to 'stand up to' Nigella hahahaha.

Bites lip, wondering whether I will get in trouble for that one.  Meh, I will leave it in lol.

Now, to job searching and housework...