Today I learned that ďretromingentĒ means urinating backwards. In other news, the office has gone all haywire. I should have stayed in bed with My slave, oh Iím so happy to have him back here! Letís reflect on that for a moment, before I dive into the drama of the day, letís spend a moment in thoughts of the appropriate way I awoke, images of a proper shoe-licking to send me off on a powerful day. Sigh .
Iím not going to bother to go into details about todayís drama. Fuck it. Just be aware, for my need-to-shareís sake, that itís a fucking nightmare in the office today. A lawyer pissed that I might have made her look bad, but hey babe, Iím not going to pretend that a situation isnít stressful and urgent because youíre afraid of ďcoming acrossĒ to the big-wigs as someone who doesnít have her shit together. Clients who canít speak English, upset at the idea of me wanting to change an appointment. Some bitch from an insurance company using a condescending tone with me over the fact that my client has no case. Fuck all of them.
I frequently sneak a finger under my desk and bring it back, put it to my face and breathe in; scent of self to reel me in, ground me, make me think of the things that really matter Ė like being pleasured. Being worshipped. Having fun. Getting things done. Scent of power, scent of essence, a constant reminder that all of these people and all of these things around me today are here for my entertainment. If the ride was only filled with dips and jumps that made my head spin, I wouldnít know how to appreciate them. We need these tunnels and builds, these pauses and freaky things to startle us, to make us worry, to give concern for a moment before we are again released to the drop, the rush, the sploosh! at the bottom, the denouement of rail that slides us back onto a steady platform.
I will have some more tea now. And get back to the show Iím a part of today. Oh, sweet participation. Sniff .