In speaking with someone about various food items being used in a given scene, I was wondering about the use of a corn cob.
NO!
NOT LIKE THAT!
Like as a bit gag. I mean, food allergies aside, both eaten and uneaten cobs would seem rather fun to do.
Has anyone tried it or heard how it worked?
This is a bit of a mini rant of something I saw on Fet
Often, I see people complaining about lack of clarity within a given D/s dynamic. Particularly about rules and why they are set up.
Yes things can fail if rules are not explained well enough and yes it is the Dom/me's job to explain to why a rule is set up the way it is. And, yes the s type should ask if things are unclear.
But that is not where this is all going.
One of the things that a good s type should have is a set of Critical Thinking skills. Rightly so, an s type will be given a set of rules, but not even the best set of rules covers everything. Us Dom/mes are human and, guess what....
We fuck up now and then.
So when the rules don't cover a situation, the s type needs to make a wise decision but using their intelligence guided by experience. By this, I mean the s type has watched their Dom/mes make such decisions in the past and should be able to determine what the best course should be.
So is this going to work every time? No. But, if one explains why it didn't work and your reasoning why is should have, then things will more than likely go better for you.
She was as she should be
on all fours
in the center of the room
Torso as straight as a board
Her head dipped between her shoulder
above the pool of tears
on the floor below
At the small of her back
gathered the cooling pool
of wax
that has streamed from
her shoulders and spine
blue, black and red
Matching the her fiery mane
now fanning the sides of her face
The ivory of her skin
rippled from the
touch of the leather
As the falls traced up and down her body
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the comming
pain
Carl watched as the movers carefully wheeled the Box into the Dungeon. He knew the workers were treating it with all the care in the world. They were from his former Domme, the woman Carl spent years with learning the Lifestyle. Knowing Her and her training methods, he trusted whatever was in the box was in safe hands.
They rolled the floor dollies up to the edge of the mat that lay in the center of the room. The four movers then each grabbed a bottom edge of the box and lifted it gently. Taking small steps, they slowly stepped their cargo until they reached the center of the mat. Then with great ease, they lowered it until it rested solidly on the mat.
With the box safely settled, they turned in unison to face Carl. He glanced over the presented box. While it had been some months since he had last seen the box, It appeared to be in the same condition as it was when Carl dropped it off with Madam Donna. Carl then turned his attention to the movers. With a small nod and a head shake toward the door, He dismissed the movers from Dungeon.
As the movers silently picked up the floor dollies and left, Carl approached the box with great anticipation. His mind raced back the months to the email he discovered one morning from Donna:
“Dearest Former pet,
As I sit here in my chambers, my hand loving play over the fine instruments you made for me while were with me. The paddles, the floggers, the crosses, benches, and tables…all the wonderful things you made me to show your love and devotion. I still get compliments on the gifts. Just holding them brings back such happy memories.
Once again, I am finding myself in need of your talents. I need you to work your magic again for me, one last time. I need a box.”
The email went on to describe the kind of box She needed. The dimensions, how it should open and close, how it should lock. As in all things, Carl’s former Domme was exacting her wants. Carl knew he could satisfy Her needs, as he had many times in the past. Building Her box for her would not be a problem.
Carl spent two months designing and creating the box. He chose a sturdy walnut for boards and fine stainless steel for the hinges and the pins. Carl remembered routing the outset letters in the top: This Side UP. The day the locks for it showed up, the box was finished and he loaded into his truck and delivered it to Donna, three hours away.
After all that time and energy, the Box was now back in his possession. Another email from Donna said She was returning it. No reason why or any explanation. Just that it was coming and when it would arrive. Needless to say, Carl was dismayed.
Walking around the Box, Carl inspected it for defects. The wood was fine, no chips or dents. His brushed on polycoat was solid and in fine shape. Still silky smooth to the touch. The routing was unblemished, he could tell as his hand danced over the letters.
Carl thought “Maybe there is a problem on the inside. Somewhere where I was sloppy with the stain…”. He hoped the locks were the same as he reached in his pocket for his keyring. The locks did surrender to the key he had, each one snapping open like they were new from the packaging. After the locks were removed, Carl pulled the pins on each side, allowing the box to unfold as he had planned. Each side of the box flipped down and the front and back followed, after he removed the top.
Once opened, Carl indeed saw the reason his former Domme sent the box back to him. Laying on the bottom of the box was a woman, completely naked. She has been hog tied with a coconut rope, matching the stain of the box. Arms crossed her back, bound wrist to forearm, knees and ankles tied. Her raven hair firmly pulled back to her ankles. The blindfold and ball gag were ruby in hue.
Carl leaned down and pulled a folded piece of paper taped to the woman’s ass:
“Dearest Carl,
Years ago, you stepped into my life seeking direction. I will tell you now I first thought to turn you away, as you were in a turbulent time in your life. But your eyes told me you needed a path, so I took a chance and brought you in. I am so glad I did! Both our world were much better for it and now I am very proud of how well things worked out. You were a splendid pet and I was very sad when it came time for our lives to part.
I heard about the accident. My heart went out to you and I tried getting in touch, but you were unreachable. By choice from what I heard. Being alone isn’t good and you have been for far too long. That isn’t good for you. So I decided to send you a small present.
This one needs a home and a path to tread. She came to me looking for direction and I believe the proper one is with you. You two need each other and I have a feeling it will do you both good.
Send the box back when you can. I have other toys to keep in it.
The letter was signed with a kiss of red lipstick and one or two stains with may have been tears.
So, this is going to be a
RANT
With my laptop being 5 years old, it was slowly dying: Touch pad giving me fits. Certain keys, more and more, starting not to function. Overheating...on and on and on...
This is what has kept me from making any kinds of posts here on Cage. Plus it was affecting all of my writings. To the point where I was risking falling into a depression.
So I decided to get a new one. Ordered one off of Amazon third party seller. FexEx took a week to get it here. Unboxed it and turned the power on.
Fucking thing had a corrupted file and would not boot.
Fooling around with it for 2 hours got me nowhere.
So logged a return and searched for a local store and found a laptop with the same specs. Dropped off the return and bought the new one. Got it home and started with getting it set up.
Touch screen would not work (or it was not a touch screen at all)
Registered is with the manufacturer and they said the warranty was expired.
Today started with me returning that laptop and getting a different one with the same specs and starting the setup on it. Thus far no problems.
But damn.....
So it's been awhile since I have been left alone in the kitchen. Decided to play around there a bit.
Haven't made an ice cream cake in a good deal of time, cuz my favorite person to make them for hasn't been in town to do it.
I found a new recipe for the cake part and made a 6 inch one (real 6 inches, I measured) and froze that. Then made a batch of my French vanilla ice cream.
Next day, I churned the ice cream base and let it freeze for 30 minutes. When that was done, got out my 7 inch preform pan from the ice chest, coated the bottom with ice cream (ice cream has chopped dark chocolate Oreos in btw) and dropped the cake in, then squeezed in more ice cream around the sides and the top. Put it back in the freezer to chill for another 40 minutes.
The result:
Now usually I serve it like this, but I wanted to be a bit more fancy. So I made a ganache to coat it in. The first batch of ganache was bad, so made another set, which came out fine. Coated the cake in it and this is the result:
Took it over to the MIL's for family dinner. Very yummy but the cake/ice cream ratio was off:
Have a few ideas on how to improve it. Will let you know how that works.
Something to keep your attention when things get lonely:
And for those that want to spend a WHOLE bunch of attetntion:
