Due to snow fall and drift, All the highways here in NE part of the state are shut down. So far, we have had about 8" (real inches, not internet ones) and still coming down.
Luckily, we were prepared here, so no worries. We are hunkered down watching Hercule Poirot movies and getting out the snowblower every couple of hours. Going to be an interesting couple of days to come.
Addition:
It is worse that that, Jim Cantore is here in town
Due to the recent American election, I made a change to my profile. The change indicated those with a certain political leaning were unacceptable to me as possible connections. Now I get it that this change upset some people, but that is not what I am ranting about.
What I am ranting about is:
Quit being a coward with sending me messages and then blocking me.
If you want to tell me I am wrong, then have the spine to have discourse. If you are going to block me, then keep your yap shut to begin with and then hit the block button.
(Apologies to the Non-US users who have to put up with us goofball Americans)
Outside the window fireworks sparked bright and loud, signaling the start of a new year. Showers of blue, green and bright yellow blossomed in the midnight sky with explosions of noise that drew everyone's attention.
Everyone but two, that is.
The slave felt fireworks of her own. As leather falls laced themselves across her back and ass, the pain spread as tentacles of colors throughout her skin. Green, yellow, and finally red wove like fine lines as she toe danced to the feeling and sound of the flogger beat. The rain of her sweat reflected the light from the single lit bulb above her. The slave shined like the reflection of the moon in a shimmering sea.
The sound of the flogger cracked , as it struck again and again and again. Each touch in a different place. Each one a new a different feel. Her legs could not move much with the spreader bar locking her in place. Her arms suspended from the single hook would not allow her to shift away from the flogger's touch.
Not that she wanted to.
She lived for this moment. It was the begining of New Year and she so wanted to show oHim how much she loved Him and how devoted to Him she was. She was welcoming in the New Year in the best way she could think.
1 year ago. Tuesday, December 31, 2024 at 11:31 AM
So Today,
the last day of the year
Blue Meanie's glue fully cured and was ready for a stress test:
All the falls remained in place and was quite happy with the thuddy feel to it.
40 falls in all with the hide being lambskin.
The only problem I seemed to have run into was the top of the handle fogged a bit from the use of superglue. So won't make the mistake again.
Here it is under a black light:
I also got some new LEDs!
While they shed more light, they are physically bigger, so having a small problem with my rubber stoppers being fully on. Had to remove the metal loop for the video below:
