Modigliani, forgive me

Searched far and wide for a picture to illustrate the adventure I experienced last night with my Pet. While thousands of interested folk visit his blog; I am content to lurk in the background and observe the goings on. To read the story behind the picture, visit Hers forever. The randy pup loves comments...Tell him I sent you.

My Ghost Pet

As has been previously mentioned, I have been struggling through a time of depression. Nothing posted. No real adventures about which to post. My Pet, however, has been supportive, and continues to hope for me to come out from under the futon. He went so far as to write a scenario as me. I encouraged him in this (kept him busy). After reading it, I thought this was a good opportunity to give him what he has desired. A glimpse into my head. He has wanted me to write my thoughts, as he does. I haven’t. I tend to be flippant as a form of self-defense. What have I to defend against? Nothing really, but an early lifetime of betrayal….but that is a whole ‘nother ball of wax.

So, friends, here is my Pet’s essay as me (written by him)….and partially rewritten by me. Confused?

He is definitely kinky. No worries, though. I know that no matter what I do to him, he would never hurt me. He might try to defend himself; he might try to stop me, but would not hurt me. So, he is kinky, but kinky in a good way.

He loves to serve me. He especially loves to serve me in personal ways. Even when doing impersonal service, such as hand-washing the dishes, he likes to get something personal involved. One of the things that I do is attach the parachute to his boys. This gives me an opportunity to cause him mild to severe discomfort while he is serving me in the impersonal way. It is funny to see him trying to walk to minimize the strain on his parts, yet trying to get his current chore done. (Though I have not actually done this particular thing, I was intrigued enough to leave it in…. It just may be true very soon).

Speaking of serving me, I have this picture in my mind. It was a photograph of a woman who appears to have arrived from the outside. She is standing in an entryway of a neat room. Before her is a naked man on his knees. He is obviously subservient in the most profound way. She stands above him, looking magnificent, and apparently enjoying her position. I like to re-live this scenario with him. I like to see him on his knees. I want him to kiss my foot as a demonstration of his acceptance of his servitude to me. Not as a subhuman, rather, as a preferred and special companion. Sort of like an intelligent pet. Yes. That Is what I really like. An intelligent Pet.

He does a lot of things for me that formerly were my chores. It was his choice to take on these responsibilities, and who am I to argue. His choice relieves me of the repetitive and tedious chores, and gives him an opportunity to demonstrate his devotion to me. He does not complete individual chores to my satisfaction occasionally, but he is much more dependable and consistent. He hopes this gives me time to think of ways to apply the ideas to reinforce his voluntary servitude. It is to show I appreciate his service, that I am giving him some of what I know he craves. I don’t want to give him all. That would be a demonstration of my becoming his servant. But I give him enough to support his way of life, and to think of how lucky he is for the opportunity to give me pleasure.

Once in a while he becomes too full of himself. These are the times when I need to do two things. First, he needs a correction, so that he does not continue on that totally wrong road. Last, he needs to think that he is not manipulating me in any way. I rarely do what I choose to do, yet if he is trying to predict my behavior, he must be proven wrong. The only thing that I must remember and maintain, is that he needs reinforcement. I never ignore him (as he is always on my mind), but if he does not perform as I expect, it is because I have not taken my position as seriously as he thinks and wishes I would. It is impossible to be always a few steps ahead of what he is thinking. His mind is constantly turned on. I can try to relax from time to time, and expect him to pleasure me in his own way. But in general, and on the long run, it is really up to me (?) what I want and what I get. It is up to me…………. in this erotic tug ‘o war.

If I took more time, I could rewrite even more, but I decided to just make a few adjustments.……J Indeed, it can be exhausting to be IN CHARGE, especially if one is not up to the task mentally. Back to the futon.

SUNDAY MORNING

As Time Goes By......

The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.
I have read on my Pet's blog, that I have enslaved him with my essence, looks, voice and, dare I say, sparkling personality. In spite of my failings he has pledged himself to me...for ever. I probably shouldn't be posting at this time. Not being in control, I may write something I will rush back to delete, when I "come to my senses". I am not all here right now. This happens, unexpectedly, from time to time, and really messes with us. I have read a few blogs about couples coping with family, kids, work, and trying to keep a healthy FLR. I am sure there must be some, coping with mental health issues. I hope for all your sakes, that the person you love and depend upon, supports you during those times when you can be most unlovable.

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Being Facetious

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Another day well begun.