And I am no longer the tattler’s boss…
So, the wedding was last weekend. The tattler brother’s wedding with the family I hadn’t seen in a decade and all the anticipated drama. Surprisingly the drama was kept to a very discrete minimum. The groom (my brother) came to me at the end of the night, having ensured that the second keg of the night was entirely floated, to say that it was the best wedding he’d ever been to. And I told him minutes before the ceremony that I was taking my last moments as his boss to let him know that if he messed up with his new boss he’d be in big trouble with me. He asked, eyes averted and half joking, when he got to be his own boss, I told him he had a full five minutes there in the church parking lot with a grin.
There *was* family drama, but not with my stepmother, instead my father. I think seeing one of us marry really put him over the edge. Poor thing. He hasn’t had much success, five weddings under his belt…and he projects his fears on us. I guess all parents do. I will do my best not to do so to his degree.
The most dramatic thing was that I “lost” my keys as I was leaving the rehearsal dinner, downtown. Walked around the corner from the venue to my car, in the opposite direction of my family, alone, in the dark. Realized halfway around the block they were absolutely not in my purse. I carry them on a gigantic jailer key ring, for this very reason. Rushed back to the restaurant to find ALL of my family gone. After a very adorable waiter assisted me in digging through party remnants and hoofing around the block, I had to admit defeat and got a ride home, picked up a key from a friend with whom I’d deposited a copy. That meant I was without car the day of the wedding, kind of a problem.
So, I called sparky. I had let him take me to lunch twice more in the last few weeks before making him tell me why he was doing that, although I already knew. He was interested in ex-sex, FWKB (kinky benefits). It was fun to make him tell me because, after all, it did take three lunches over four weeks. He blushed and stammered and squirmed and grimmaced and said he didn’t want me to be offended about twenty times; and I told him I’d think about it. So, I figured that he might be willing to squire me around town to the wedding and reception. When he arrived I was going over the things I needed to bring in my purse, and found my keys inside a small zippered compartment of my wallet, in a place that looks way too small for the jailer key ring to fit, so I never looked.
We had a great time, at least it seemed so. I was very busy flitting from family member to bridesmaid to groom, and didn’t get much of an opportunity to spend time with sparky; but he dutifully held my purse, got my drinks, and endured my father’s stories while I left him to say hello to a hundred people I hadn’t seen in years.
I think the pool of maids has dwindled back down to none. The mimbo, as fun as it would be to put his muscle-man body into a french maid uniform and order around, really isn’t suited. His job will keep him from being able to attend to his duties at a convenient time of day for me and will limit how much use I can make of him, for at least six months. And, he seems very very interested in a more romantic, and friendly involvement. That’s just not on my list right now; my plate is pretty full, and I truly want a *maid*, not a lover, personal sub, slave, or another kinky friend with benefits.
Another dramatic turn of events has taken place….what’s new, right? Well, actually, this time it’s GOOD drama. I can’t reveal too many details because I don’t want to out myself locally; but I have the opportunity to purchase a local business that is, frankly, a childhood dream. It fell in my lap almost literally, just by chance. I wasn’t looking for it, certainly; and while that’s great, it also means I have TONS of work to do…most people puchasing a business are prepared to do so before they find the business to purchase, research wise and whatnot. So, I am scrambling to make sure I can take advantage of the opportunity. If it happens, it would be the realization of a personal goal that pre-dates my teenage pregnancy. I don’t know if it’s entirely obvious that I pretty much have had no expectation that any of those would ever come to pass for me. So, it’s a little surreal. Very, very exciting. I haven’t smiled so much in years….in fact I’ve actually done quite a bit of unfortunate squealing over it, just can’t help it. But, it’s not final yet, and when it is, there is going to be much, MUCH work to do. And, employees. If I’m lucky, I’ll find some hot young subby sales clerk, and there will be tales to regale you all with. The blog will probably suffer for a while…but that’s a small price to acheive a childhood dream. And, much as love my readers, you guys don’t pay very well.
So if I’m absent for a while, that’s where I am. Email me and I’ll reply. When something kink happens, I’ll post. Speaking of that, I did bring sparky home after the wedding. We were drunk and I’d hidden most of my toys in anticipation of a parental visit, but I had my tape out by the bed. While I facesat him I wrapped his balls at the base and then around each ball, leaving a tail of extra tape hanging, and then continued all the way up the shaft of his penis with the black electrical tape until I got to the head, which I left exposed. It was very hot looking and I wish I’d taken pictures, but I was otherwise occupied. I used the hanging tape to pull on his balls while he tongued me, occasionally scratching and biting through and around the tape wrappings, while force fingering his hole to muffled yelling. I made him enter me fully taped, and while it was a real turn on to know he was limited to just feeling the essence of being inside of me without feeling his own skin against mine, the tape edges were palpable and strange and after not long we both decided to ditch it. I didn’t wait for him to adjust to remove it, having read some great descriptions of a similar ‘helicopter’ treatment somewhere, I had planned for this and grabbed the top end of the tape and gave it a good quick tug, unraveling the entire length of it very quickly and causing his penis to do a small helicopter type spin….which clearly scared the crap out of sparky. And turned me on. He came like a teenager, and I made him withdraw and deposit his sperm on my clit to be licked up. Which was done to my satisfaction, so I figure I’ll let sparky come over to test out my new toys soon.
Wish me luck with the business opportunity, would you? Just a little thought, or prayer to whatever deity you worship, or a crossed finger, some salt over the shoulder? Can’t hurt, and I’d do it for you.