"now you are Hers" is one of the best books i have ever read. top twenty, for sure. i read a couple of chapters last night. eight seems to take a step backwards, looking at the issues affecting males in vanilla relationships trying to introduce their un-or-pre dominant Wives and Girlfriends to what Female Supremacy could do for them.
it's a common enough thread on both ic and fetlife; christ, it was a common enough subject back in the days of internet relay chat!
chapter nine dealt with the difference between initiative and topping-from-the-bottom, a crime the Author seemed to equate with terrorism and child abuse. only far, far worse.
i forgot about it while Ms Simone was on the phone. we were both too busy making plans for me to report to Hers today!
oh, and weirdly enough, an e-mail from harold. quite a long and rambling effort and contradicting one or two points from his last mail.
i really should speak to Ms Simone - or even Mistress Rose - and see if there's any guidelines for dealing with him while he's this medicated.
still, the mail was friendly and communicative and answered several of the issues i'd raised. i did notice though, that he contradicted several things he'd said to me previously. i'm not going to go into this here on a publicly viewable blog, but suffice to say, he's not exactly consistent.
when i looked on ic, i noticed elaine had posted something on "the hitty giggles". not something i've ever experienced myself, but i have heard of it happening.
supposedly, once you get through the "heroin-y" bit of subspace, there's a much more "trippy" phase, often characterised by giggling, even uncontrollable laughter. i'm really not sure about this.
years ago, i was with a partner i'd managed to convince to tie me up. you know, a tourist, trying on bdsm for size. never thought of it before and unlikely to experiment with it again.
anyway, i'd got her to tie me up and, being both young and vanilla, she wasn't exactly equipped with hitty things.
she was going to use an old belt of hers. we were both young, she'd tied me up and i was very very excited. and i started giggling. a combination of nervousness and excitement.
when she started shouting, i (wrongly) assumed this was part of it, but no. out of her depth, she (wrongly) assumed i was laughing at her - when nothing could have been further from the truth.
we kind of let things drop after that.
i wonder whatever happened to her?
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