B.C. and T.C.
Yesterday was a full and busy day, so I didn’t have time to do my session write-up. We had our usual lovely time, though.
Steve decided to keep it simple for the implements phase: He let me choose one, and then he picked one. “Bottom’s choice and top’s choice: B.C. and T.C.” he smiled. I chose his riding crop, which is snappy and stinging and very stimulating in a painful sort of way. What did he choose? Yup. That @#$%ing Licking Stick.
“I think your T.C. is Total Crap,” I grumbled. He didn’t agree, of course.
But I still liked the crop much better. Fortunately, that’s what he predominantly used.
All during the scene, he was doing his best to convince me that I really needed to ask my stepmother, when we got together, about that picture of Jerry Lewis and his paddle, and if she’d seen it on the Ladies’ Man set (or maybe even felt it). (Read the post before this one if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) “Who knows,” he mused. “Maybe you and she share something you never even knew.”
“Ewwww, no!” I screeched. “Please! That’s my stepmother. I don’t even want to imagine that.”
“You have to ask her,” he insisted, punctuating his insistence with the crop. “You’ll always wonder if you don’t. You don’t have to tell her about what you do or what you’re into. Just ask her about the movie set and her experience with it. Make sure you bring it up somehow during lunch.”
“I’ll try,” I groaned.
“Excuse me?” he said. “You’ll what?”
Ugh. I forget that’s a huge difference between John and Steve. John will accept “I’ll think about it” or “I’ll try.” With Steve, there’s no “try.” There is “do.” Harrumpph.
Well, kids, I did bring up the subject with her yesterday, even showed her the picture of Jerry. I will tell you all about that tomorrow. (No, there weren’t any fun revelations, sorry to say. It kind of fell flat. But I’m glad I did it anyway.)
On a side note: Would you believe that Steve has never seen, or even heard of, Secretary? I was slack-jawed. I need to revoke that man’s kink card! Who the hell in any realm of kinky things hasn’t heard of Secretary? So I pulled up some images for him. Of course, he found them fascinating. I think I need to pick up a copy of that movie. Fortunately, I’m in the camp of people who loved it. Yeah, I know, it wasn’t the best idea to portray the main characters as whackos. But I loved how they both blossomed and found happiness with each other.
Back to work for me.