Give Me My Money Bitch

So here I was thinking I was the only if not the last person in America who didn’t receive my stimulus check.

 

Since I live in America and have to work my ass off to do the little things like eat, I didn’t have time to sit in my Uncle’s house. Until recently, and by recent I mean on my day free from the plantation. This of course took away from the one day I have to do all the things, submissive men think femdommes do. It cut into my doing laundry, food shopping, and cleaning my apartment. Oh, and is it just me or do the submissive guys never write about the fantasy about cleaning my freaking apartment, or doing my laundry and food shopping. Guess it’s not sexy? But then living a real D/s life is not all about what’s sexy.

 

Anyway back to my Uncle. So I remember there’s an IRS office on 1-2-5 and drag my ass there for the 8:30am opening of the office since I didn’t want to be sitting there all day. Walking along the building to the entrance I thought I was going to the drug spot due to the darken windows. Walking to the metal detectors the security guard who was on the phone told me to place my items in the basket, all the while not breaking his conversation with some girl about what I have no clue. Did I mention it was 8:30 in the morning? I walked in and great day in Harlem I was the only on there. As I walked to the front desk to pick a number, a woman standing near the desk was talking with someone in the office which I couldn’t see in. I took a seat as she glanced at me she, like the guard never broke her conversation with the mysterious person in the office. Her conversation was all about how she was so happy about the election and how she, you know had to hook her man up. And to my shock told in great detail how she did it. It’s now almost 9am and I’ve heard two conversations that I had/have no interest in especially at this time of the morning. The woman to my surprise finally got done with “sharing” and came over to help me. Not batting an eye about what she had just said and the whole room heard.

She asked a few questions while slurping the liquid in her cup and I took the seat again to wait. Now its 915am, she pulls out some reading material a Zane book, why am I not surprised? At 9:30 my number is called and I walk to the window. A young lady who was not slurping her tea, said good morning, asked for identification and asked me to verify my address. All of which I did, she said my address was wrong and corrected it, then asked why I was there? Not receiving my stimulus check, even she did a double take, “well I guess it’s because we have the wrong address?”

 

So, at 8:45am, I was assured the mistake was corrected and I would have to wait 4 to 6 weeks for my Uncle to pay up.

Stepping out of the storefront with the darken windows I thought of walking out of Hellfire, but having much more fun.

 

Until next time Perverts

 

Part 1 of a post that probably has nothing to do with post 2,but does have to do with the Service post

My last post got me thinking about a conversation I had with some ladies at the circle. We were discussing some things we wanted to learn and some things we have learned. One sister wanted to learn how to flog with both hands. It may sound real simple, but there is a bit of art to it. so, we started talking about the different ways it can be done. And trying to brain storm when something like this can be taught. In the middle of the conversation someone said, “yeah I was canning this guy and he kept saying your so good at this.” She said she was a bit insulted, and we all could agree.

 

Why?

 

Here’s the thing.

 

It can be looked at this way. A woman is in labor, the doctor instructs her to push, the baby is delivered then, what is called the afterbirth is extracted. That’s it, there’s no manual that comes out, no cliff notes. Just the baby, you’re on your own. You may drag your ass to Barnes and Noble to get a book written by some guy named Dr. Spock, but your best bet if you’re lucky is get with some women who have experience.

 

Back to main point.

 

Learning different skills take time, energy and willingness. You also have to find someone who has the time, energy and willingness to teach you.

This is where my last post comes to into play. It takes a lot of work and sometimes money.

 

Let’s do aVH1 behind the music with the group TLC, the episode when left eye breaks their money down and how at the end they had to file for bankruptcy.

 

First I have to put in the work to find someone I want to learn [add skill here]. That takes time.

 

So I find someone.

 

Then negotiations begins:

 

Am I going to have to pay to learn?

Where will the [add skill here] be taught? They call the shots with this.

I may have to put in some travel time. I can assure any one who wants to learn a skill I’ve never learned anything in a dark ass dungeon.

Which begs the question, will our schedules allow for the training. Again, they call they shots.

 

Some other things to think about.

 

If I have someone not a problem, but if I don’t, do they know someone?

–if I don’t have anyone this cause a problem. If they have someone, are they willing to let me practice on their property?—

–if they don’t have anyone, are they willing to find a person that’s willing? Or do I have to find someone?—

 If they know of someone, great.

Which opens up more negotiations. And of course adds to the scheduling.

 

After all of this, the training begins. The one training (the Master) decides when I’m good enough to leave the nest. Depending on frequency of the training, it could be anywhere form a month to six months again the Master calls the shot. And sometimes the person you’re practicing on.

 

Now with all that said and done. There comes a time were you might come across me and we hit it off. You like being flogged, I like flogging. We plan a day to get together and you show up. You show up on time and well groomed. Thanks, but you also show up empty handed. Why? Because you expect that I would have floggers.

And I do, along with spending time and energy learning how to flog. I also spent money buying that which I like. Floggers go for $100.00 to $150.00 all the way to $200.00 depending on what you like and who you purchase from.

 

So the next time you’re talking with someone about what you like, and they say I love doing that too. Remember they have invested in themselves, time energy and money. and you happen to be getting some of the benefits of their investment.

 

So on your part be engaging, flirt, moan groan have a hard on anything, to let the person know you’re enjoying yourself and help them enjoy it as well. After all you just lying there after showing up empty handed.

 

 

 

 

So, yeah we’re good.

 Until next time Perverts-Make it work-