up in Her room - the seeds

She went off to bed around eleven. i'm lying where Her feet were, wrapped in the same single duvet as before. and i've worked out how to send these from my phone.

after i arrived yesterday afternoon, She put me to work, cleaning. i'd done the kitchen and just about finished the bathroom when She called through to me that She was hungry and i should make us both something to eat.

i'd scoped out the fridge when i was cleaning that, so i cobbled together some onion, sweetcorn and mushrooms in marmite and peanut butter. i used up the half carton of double cream and served the whole thing on fingers of toast.

this went down well and the evening was spent in front of the tv. Her watching it, me putting up with it!

we started discussing "now you are Hers". actually, this discussion has continued on-and-off, all weekend.

She retired about eleven, which is, i'm seeing, normal for Her and i made myself comfortable on the living-room floor.

it struck me that i should be able to post these up using my cellphone, but i didn't work out how until earlier tonight.

one funny thing occurred when we were out shopping this afternoon. we'd popped into the starbucks facing onto the pier to get coffees to drink on the hoof. the combination of the smell, the cakes and the fact there were seats changed Her mind. by the time we'd been served, She'd decided to sit in.

she led us to a seat outside by the window. right next to the short canvas divider that separated starbucks' tables from those of the pub next door. it was only when i sat down, i noticed that two tables away were a crowd of blokes. short hair, t-shirts and football tops - and a couple of truly terrible moustaches.

and two of them i recognised from work!

it took several seconds for it to register who i was, how they knew me, what i might be doing. i never said i worked beside brain-giants. after that, they kept shooting looks across. as if daring Her to revert back to Her male form.

eventually, even Ms Simone had spotted them and the way they were looking at us - and in particular, Her. She arched an eyebrow.

i mouthed the word, "work" and watched a smile unfurl across Her face. the next twenty minutes were like an incredible dream.

for the duration of our coffees, Ms Simone touched me constantly, leaned forward and occasionally pronounced words like "bed" or "breasts" loud enough to carry.

when She'd finished Her cappuccino, we left, Her arm around my shoulder and crossing down my back, Her hand in my back pocket, kneading my buttock.

back in Her car, She reverted to Her usual self and She drove us back to Hers in silence. no CD, no radio, nothing. this only happens when She's processing something.

neither of us were all that hungry, so i opened a tin of soup and Ms Simone had that with some sliced brie-and-apple on toast. She left me a little of each, which i had once She'd finished.

She brought up the subject of "now you are Hers" and we compared notes on it. obviously, from two very different viewpoints - to me, it's a workbook; exercises for getting through this process.

to a Dominant Woman though, the book serves as skeleton keys to the male psyche.

i talked a little about some of the ideas raised in the book. i think the single most refreshing thing about this system is, it abandons completely the myth of the implacable UberDomme and stresses that, if you want to be a slave, for it to succeed, it'll have to be with an "ordinary" Woman. Someone with a job, more than likely with kids, Someone who cries, loses Her temper and sometimes just wants a cuddle.

and for those males who insist on a Goddess - one who's In Character 24/7, may i recommend those Ladies with the staples around their navels.