Last Friday, it was my 500th post. And then sometime Sunday night, my all-time blog views passed the 1,000,000 mark.
I know some of the super-popular blogs (like Chross, for example) probably have a count in the billions by now, but this feels huge! And speaking of Chross, I’ll bet at least a third, if not half or more, of my views are due to him. (Thank you, sir!)
So I was definitely in celebratory mood yesterday when Mr. D arrived, and we had a fun afternoon that extended into evening, with lots of play, talking, laughing, dinner, more talking. We’ve known one another for three months now, but because our time together is so limited, we’re still in that getting-to-know-you phase. But the play is growing more and more comfortable (well, so to speak) and the connection ever stronger.
We started on the couch, as always, with OTK warmup, just his hand. When that was winding down, he asked me how many more I wanted before we moved to the bedroom and the implements. I dunno… 30? Figured that would be a simple count. Hardly.
After nine, he gave me such a light one, I said, “Nine-and-a-half.” “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s incorrect — we’re starting over.” @#$%!! So we started over. At around 12, in the second round, he claims to have not heard me say the number. “I guess we’ll have to start over again.” Whaaaa?? And we were still in warmup! Yeah, he’s learning, all right. He’s learning Top Tricks and Mindfuckery.
Once in the bedroom, he selected his arsenal (including his own riding crop) and we got down to business. This time, we were extra diligent and got both types of pictures! 😀
Now you see ’em…
Now you don’t.
Mr. D says he’s learning to read my body and the way I react during different times during the spanking. He says my groans and other sounds are so expressive, he can tell when I’m feeling a particular strike way down deep. “I feel those with you,” he claims. Yeah, right.
I let it go at first. But when we were talking about it afterward and he said once again, “I’m feeling those with you,” I said, “Bullshit.”
“You do NOT feel them,” I snorted. “I feel them. You wanna feel them? Use the implements on yourself and see how they feel.”
“I have a better idea,” he said, rolling me back over. Ah, damn. Me and my big mouth.
Check out his shirt. I was seeing stars in more ways than one!
I look extremely white in the above photo, for some reason. Perhaps it’s the lighting. Trust me, I was not white.
After some lovely aftercare, we went to Jerry’s for dinner, where I once again happily indulged in chicken matzo-ball soup, with enough to take some home. And once we got back, I got into showing him an old movie book that had been my dad’s, plus some YouTube clips, and before we knew it, it was midnight. I felt kinda bad, because he had to go home and work! He sent the photos this morning, but I had to do some work and then I went out for a long lunch, so that’s why I’m so late with this.
In other news… My lunch today was with my stepmother (the nice one, not Vampira). I hadn’t seen her in a long time and we had much catching up to do, so we sat for over three hours chatting. At some point she presented me with a small gift bag. “This is for you. I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.”
Lots of packaging — I opened the gift bag, then a box, then a small cloth pouch, and finally a tiny zip-lock plastic bag. Inside was an exquisite necklace: a single large pearl with three tiny diamonds, on a white-gold chain. I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open, but I think my jaw hit the ground when she spoke.
“Jerry Lewis gave me that in 1962.” Say what??
I sat and stared at it while she told me the story. Apparently she was in one of Jerry’s movies in 1961, and he was quite enamored of her. When that film wrapped, she went to work in a musical on stage in Hollywood, and on opening night, Jerry Lewis showed up. It was sold out, so he stood in the back of the audience for the entire performance. Afterward, he came backstage, and he didn’t just give her this necklace — he put it on her neck himself. She wore it for decades; it’s 50 years old. And now it’s mine.
She wanted me to have it because of the show business connection (both she and my father worked with Jerry) and because she thought I would like it. She was right. It’s my taste exactly, and I will cherish it.
I love this woman so much! I didn’t even mind when she said I looked too thin. (sigh) Both my parents are gone… I really don’t mind having her mother-hen me just a little. Plus, she’s still so completely sharp and savvy, even at 81. And one of the few people left who can still relay the old show biz stories, and tidbits about my father. I hope she will stick around for a while.
This is shaping up to be a nice week. I even have work! And since we’re now in December, there’s less than a month left of the holiday
shit festivities. I do believe I can make it. 🙂