Well protected

Last week, we added a "D/s relationship" on FetLife. I'm already listed as Steve's "play partner" and "bottom." Now, I'm also "under his protection."

I don't know why I like that so much. I see that status all the time on FetLife, and never thought too much about it, but it did seem like a nice extra touch. So I was very happy when Steve liked the idea.

One of my friends saw the new status and kiddingly wrote to me, "I've seen your posts and your comments -- from what exactly do you need protection?" Yeah, I know. I'm pretty scrappy on FetLife; if people push me, I push back. Since when am I some helpless flower? So I laughed and replied, "Hey, even snarky bitches need a guardian angel every now and then."

Today, Steve said he loved being my protector. "I'll always have your back... and your backside." Clever, isn't he. I giggled so much at that, he asked, "Is that going into the blog??" Yup, here it is!

He asked me what kind of scene I wanted this afternoon, but I had no answer. I just wanted to play and feel and enjoy. So we simply jumped into it, no agenda. I had an oldies station playing in the background, providing a lively soundtrack for his energetic pummeling. 

Of course, he did give me a nice hand warm-up first. But then it was ottoman time, and we got into a big pile of weapons of ass destruction implements.

There were three more besides the three showing above, including that @#$%ing Lickin' Stick.

At one point, Elvis Presley's "Don't Be Cruel" came on. How apropos! I pleaded with Steve to heed the King's words, but he didn't listen. Just thought it would be amusing to keep whaling on me, to the beat of the damn song! But at least he was polite. "Legs down, please." "Still, please." "Do as you're told, please." Please go soak your head. :-) No, I didn't actually say that. My earlier smart-assery had been rewarded with a brisk thigh pinch. Ouch. Meanie.

(I have a video of the portion with the Elvis song, but for whatever reason, YouTube was giving me fits trying to upload it, getting stuck and not completing the process, so I gave up. Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow and see if it works. I did manage to upload it onto FetLife.)

This is my "Did you really have to use that @#$%ing stick?" face:

OK, OK. I really did kinda like it. No, not the stick, but the overall session. :-)

Following some aftercare, I had to once again try to call AT&T, in order to deal with this ongoing debacle with my landline. Yesterday, they futzed around with the wiring outside in order to transfer me to a different high-speed Internet platform, and in the process, they knocked out my phone line. They were supposed to come over today and fix it, and had given me the window of 8:00 AM to 6:00 PM! Now here it was 4:00 and I still hadn't heard anything from them, so I thought I'd try reaching them to check status of the service call. Big mistake -- I got caught up in a maelstrom of incompetence. I got transferred three times, then left on hold for 45 minutes until I finally gave up. Steve managed to keep me distracted and amused, despite all the aggravation. He's rather good at that.

Turns out AT&T never showed up, and when I finally reached the right department, they said someone would come on Friday!! I said that was unacceptable, so now I have a manager calling me in the morning. Keep your fingers crossed. I'm not a phone person and so this isn't really that big of a deal, but it's still frustrating. Does customer service even exist anymore? I won't be home Friday, so I may be phoneless until next Monday.

Never mind. I'm still a happy woman, phone or no phone. Sore, sleepy, and yes, protected. ♥

It's now officially Wednesday, so... Happy Birthday, Ten Amorette!