לפני 15 שנים. יום רביעי, 21 באפריל 2010 בשעה 5:19
I arrive at work, and walk to my part of the office, some way away from the reception area -- we call it "Siberia".
As I approach the door, I am assailed by a friend who asks me, somewhat perplexingly, if I have a Master.
I'm already tired after my fetish-indulgence over the national holiday (more about that in a separate post -- it's very, very perverted), and my brain is only flying at half-mast, so the question has a sort of mind-blowing effect on me as worlds collide and I slowly begin to realise what I have just been asked.
Do I have a Master?
Well, if ever there were a red rag to a bull, for me, that sentence is it.
It is on the tip of my tongue to let fly my usual soapbox-oriented and impassioned speech about how I am not a slave, I am a sub -- and a very feisty, bloshie, switch-y sub at that -- and how the Evil, Mean and Rotten Feline is my Dom, thankyouverymuch -- when something in my head kicks me back into the regular stratosphere and I realise that he is, in fact, asking me for a Master key.
Were I a cartoon, I would whip out a large red-and-white spotted handkerchief and wipe my freely perspiring brow at this point. Oh, my fettered and befuddled brain... the trouble it could get me into....
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