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darlingjade -> RE: Hiding Daddy's Belt (8/7/2005 8:23:40 PM)
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Initial conversation:
Me: I just KNOW that you love how easy I am for you.
Sir: Actually, no, I don't. There's times I wish that you'd make things more difficult.
Me: "scrunched of face of concentration" Really? I'd think that you like how I willingly obey.
Sir: Most of the time, yes. But sometimes....
Me: Sometimes, what?
Sir: Sometimes I'd wish that you WERE difficult.
Me: Completely lost since we'd been talking about the little things that I do that he rarely notices. He left shortly after that.
Soooo...After mulling it all over,and because I DID want to please him, I decided that in order to make things more difficult I'd start by moving stuff around in my apartment, which is where we usually play. As it is, I have things hidden in plain sight in a lot of cases or in places where he knows where to find whatever it is he's looking for. ie: He once went to my dresser to search for socks to use as a gag and I was so embarrassed by how disorganized my bra drawer was and how long it took him to find the right drawer AND that some of them weren't paired that I spent an entire day organizing my dresser.
Annnyway, for his next scheduled visit I deDommed my apartment as much as it's possible to do with someone that's not only creative but has some intelligence. That included hiding knives, telephone cords, all toys, wooden spoons, bathroom implements and anything else that I could think of. Now, I KNEW that still left the belt that he always wears not to mention his very LARGE hands. And grrr, I didn't have a place to put everything in my closet so I knew if he opened that door I was sunk. However, I felt I'd done the best that I could do and he'd appreciate my efforts.
Welllll, as it happened he had to cancel at the last moment and that night I asked a lot more questions about what he'd meant. Ummm...Ok, some of you more enlightened folks might have already guessed where this is headed but at the time I honestly had no clue. So yeah, what he was talking about was resistance play. Duuuuh...'laughing softly'...Which is a whole other topic I may or may not discuss at some other point.
At any rate, I did indeed confess what I'd done and why. And yes, he was amused. HOWEVER, I could see those little wheels spinning madly in his head even as he was laughing and I knew I was in for it...'grins at sanita'...Which is how I, and thus she, came to learn about those pesky plastic blind adjusters. Darned if the next time he came to my apartment he didn't make a beeline for the blinds and then demonstrate it's effectiveness on my behind. YOUCH!!!...Amazing how well a point can be made without saying a single word...
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