Cleopatra - adam & the ants

another day spent in the basement. today's dancefloor fillers were an album by brighter death now and another by them when they were still called "bomb the daynursery". shostakovich's thirteenth symphony - the baba yar. i also took adam & the ants' "dirk wears white sox" for the hour or so i actually did what i was being paid for!

as luck would have it, the ants (and me kneeling on the floor, alphabetacising folders) coincided with a visit from my supervisor.

most of the day was taken up with the final three chapters of "now you are Hers". but to be honest, i had one ear on the stairs the whole time i was reading, so i'm not sure how well i took it all in.

chapter fifteen looked at the reasons a male might want to end his relationship with his Owner. although She saw this as an impossibility, at the same time, if he was honest about his feelings, it could present Her with a useful glimpse inside Her property’s skull.

chapter sixteen was a summary of a lot of the book. She talked about Her life with Her slave, an overview of twelve years of consensual non-consent. it was obvious from the way She described him, their struggles and triumphs, that She loved him as much as he did Her.

there were one or two paragraphs about other Mistress/slave relationships, some of Her Friends. and some of the other males quoted throughout the book.

seventeen's a list of other resources that the aspiring male slave might gain from. i made a mental note to start scanning them when i got home.

and apart from the having to listen out for anyone coming down the stairs, i've been thinking about smoking most of the day, too.

both Ms Simone and Stella have been texting throughout the day, quite obviously in cahoots. i'm not sure if t is is some form of test, or whether They're just fillying with me, but it's been enough to keep my spider-sense ticking over.

i thought it was funny, She only being on the phone for an hour last night. She's obviously up to something - but it's not obvious what that might be.