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02 June 2007, 00:34
Master's Fishing Game
Lose a lure/river rig = ten switches
Lose a sinker/hook = five switches
Caught in a tree = fifteen switches
caught in a tree that results in a lost
lure = twenty-five
Master catches a fish = five switches
I catch a fish = subtract five switches
Non-accumulating. Meaning each fishing trip starts with a clean slate, which also means that if He slacks off on delivering those switches, He loses the chance to do so. (I'm completely ignoring the fact that He never *loses* the chance. He'll switch me anyway "because I want to, cunt", nevermind about fishing totals. And yes, I will scream "Unfair!" and He'll ask me where the ferris wheel is, and I'll grump and pout, until it's over and my butt is all red and stripey and stingy and I'm a happy little masochist. *beams*)
Anyway! So that's the plan to make fishing fun for my ass. Last night, He bent me over and gave me 25 with a stick that He found on the ground, and can I just say that it was a LOT more ouchy than I expected?? Christ but it was stinging. No marks of course, but it hurt plenty enough that there should have been marks.
So this morning, after the kids went to school (last day, except for Monday's class trips *sob*), I got online to do my surfing and such. Master grabbed a couple of pillows, propped them up against the desk and laid down at my feet with a book.
Talk about a *blink blink blink* moment.
He's reading and yakking at me, and I'm yakking back inbetween reading. I keep peering *down* at Him, increasingly getting more and more agitated with this scenario. Until finally, I said "I am really not liking how this makes me feel. This ain't right. One of us has to move."
He howls with laughter, pats me on the head (while moving) and calls it a mindfuck. Well, mindfuck or not, it sucked. It's not as if having Him lying there equaled any sort of submission but it's a position of submission. It was uncomfortable to say the least.
There are other things that leave me feeling the same way, though not necessarily as strongly as this one did. For instance, when Master has me drive instead of Him driving. "Being in the driver's seat" is a position of power and it makes me antsy. I'm always more than eager to get to where we are going so I can get out of that seat.
"Driving" is a euphemism(that's not the right word but I can't think of the right word) I use often when discussing tpe actually. Lots of people do, so I know I'm not alone in seeing driving as a power position.
Another instance is if He lays down and puts His head in my lap. In contrast to that, is if He lays down and puts His feet in my lap. One makes me uncomfortable (it's mothering, nurturing, which is synonymous with authority), and the other makes me feel useful (objectified, footstool).
I hate to end this so abruptly but I have to..lol :)
~cunt
Fishing for Spankings
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