Well, isn’t this fun?
What cha’ doin’? I’ve got my feet up on the sofa here sipping a cup of crappy insta-coffee, the kind that comes in packs of 3’s and leaves the taste buds a little unsatisfied , know what I mean? Got my laptop on – you guess it – my lap , and until a few minutes ago I didn’t even realize that I had my right hand down my sweats resting on my pussy. I haven’t showered since yesterday and this is the third day I’m wearing these grey sweat pants – but I have changed my panties daily , so at least i’m somewhat kempt.
That’s how relaxed things are, and you know what? I’m quite enjoying myself and all this free time.
One reason is, I’m writing again , as you’ve no doubt noticed by now.
I told Mistress Wael earlier this week “hun, you always said you wanted to learn to write better- well , here’s your chance – giftwrapped with the biggest yellow ribbon the world’s ever gonna give ya.” – unless ur waiting for 100 yellow ribbons …
We’re committed to giving you guys a story a day , ready and posted by every morning Europe time.
Possible? Well , to give you an idea just how much time I have on my hands … it’s 9:31 am the day BEFORE this story is gonna be posted. Email was done 2 hours ago and for the first time in years – emails get answered the minute they come in because I’m so happy to talk to somebody. Wael’s asked me to design a store page for her videos so I’m gonna work on that later this afternoon and then I’ll probably get started on the next story that I have swirling in my head … the one that’s not due for another 3 days.
I love it!
For the longest time I was skeetering between happiness and madness , trying to balance the fun of being a Mistress with the sessions and emails that I couldn’t keep up with. Oh sure I’d write a story, but when I did I was always angry because it was eating into what precious little free time I had left.
Now I feel like there’s been a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and I can actually sit down and do the thing I love the most … writing!
Several hours ago I looked up into the tar black sky at 3am and saw thousands of stars twinkling over the eerie darkness of the city. I’ve never seen the city so dark in all my years here.
Then this morning , right in the middle of “rush hour” I waltzed down my street here and walked right in the middle of the empty road, and saw perhaps 20 people outside at most. I felt like my dreams for a post Thanos society had come true , it felt eerie.
Somebody messaged me on Twitter this morning “stay safe, it’s getting worse.”
Is 1/2 the world staying home and for the first time in forever – and spending quality family time something I’d call “getting worse?”
Is having the entire world face the first crisis since World War 2 and realizing a sense of global community and reponsibility so bad?
Isn’t watching certain world leaders Like New York’s Cuomo and Canada’s Trudeau demonstrate true leadership a great thing ?
The 36 minute, 50 second mark is 5 agonizing but stoic seconds of silence that represents the greatest question of our time … can the world’s population be trusted to voluntarily act responsibly?
Because as of the moment I write this , China is the only country in the world to have successfully flattened the curve , and the measures to achieve that were not voluntary.
Nothing is inherently good or bad.
Because you never know what will be the consequences of misfortune. Or , you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.
Only our interpreation governs our perception.
I’m sure you’ve heard the tale of the Chinese farmer. If you haven’t, have a listen, it’s a tool I’ve used for many years …
For example, I stopped looking for a place to move to.
My lease ends in 5 days, and my landlady has refused all along to renew for any term less than a year.
Then covid hit hard and all my sessions got cancelled.
Called her up today and she begged me to stay for one more month. No prospective tenants left in the city you see.
To celebrate I went for that walk I mentioned earlier this morning looking to buy bbq’d bananas from the lady who sells them at the top of the street.
But she’s packed up and gone back to her family home up north I assume.
So I went instead to the supermarket and heard “Mistress?”
Turned around to see a guy who I had to cancel the other day since I’m not doing sessions until the Covid threat has passed, but was told he was feeling sad as he’s stranded here with no flights back home available, but seeing me at 8am made him so happy.
To that, we bumped elbows , tapped our shoes, had a good laugh … and now I’m back home here writing to you guys , munching on banana chips instead.
Has it been a good morning?
Can tell you that I’m not keen on doing online sessions for two reasons.
For one, they can be recorded and then posted all over the internet.
Secondly, I just really enjoy face to face encounters. They’re real.
It’s why I don’t ever communicate with texting apps , that’s not how real people communicate.
You can probably vouch for this … have you ever talked to a buddy and asked him or her “hey have you talked to s0-and-so today?” and they’ll say “ya, talked to him this morning, he texted me.”
Well they didn’t really talk, did they? Not by my definition of talking anyways.
I’m all about making guys’ knees go weak and knowing their heart is pounding as i pull them by the chin to the bedroom.
If I tried pulling you by the chin in a video session my laptop would crash to the floor.
So I came the conclusion that if I am going to do an online session , its gotta be with the guys I know very well , whom I’ve sesisoned with many times, and who I trust unequivocally.
Also, the longest I can handle talking to a monitor with no physical interaction is 30 minutes. So that will be the limit of my longest session.
Same as Mistress Wael’s prices, 30 mins would be 2k , 15 mins would be 1k , and that’d be the minimum amount.
She called me very early this morning, Mistress Wael did.
Her sister’s down syndrome medication has run out and she’s unable – and/or unwilling to travel from her very rural and humble abode in the northern mountains down here to the big city to get her prescriptions. Which is causing her to be suffering from chronic withdrawl symptoms and unbearable spinal pain. Yet she won’t risk getting infected and doesn’t want to put others at risk for such a long trip, not that Wael can afford it anyways. I was at her condo yesterday helping her shoot her video and heard her dad screaming at her when he called, blaming her for everything , incluuding her sister’s constant crying. Geez. I took the phone from her hands and shut it off, then hugged her for a very long time.
She said this is the worst of times and I said maybe.
“What if your sister survives and finds out a month down the road she doesn’t need to take 100 pills a day” I asked her, all prescribed long ago by crooked doctors. “What if that allows her to try medicinal marijuana instead, at 1/4 of the price?” “And what if that cannibis pill lessened the neck pain from her twisted spine?” as I’ve been suggesting all along.
And through choked back tears she whispered “ya, maybe.”