where the heart is – soft cell

i came here straight from work yesterday and Ms Simone was in a "playfully vindictive" sort of a mood. no other way to describe it, really.

we had quite an early night. tutu again decided to sleep curled up on top of my duvet. i'm not sure, but i think she might be starting to warm to me.

Ms Simone's out shopping. She told me i was free to relax til She got back.

we were at the lunch munch this afternoon and She gave me the key and told me to head back to Hers.

this is unprecedented!

tutu gave me a funny look and muttered something under her breath when i turned up alone!

the munch was, as usual, much as you'd expect. all the usual suspects. as is becoming more and more common, the main topic of discussion is the club that's happening here tonight.

Ms Simone's made it clear that we're going. tam mentioned that he'll be accompanying Stella and i believe harold mentioned going with his Mistress, too.

we chatted most of yesterday evening. tossing ideas about Female Supremacy around. touching on Elise Sutton, Ingrid Bellemare and of course, the anonymous Author of "now you are Hers".

Female Supremacy has quite a bad name at the moment.

bdsm is subject to all sorts of fashionable trends and movements. every couple of years, there's a whole crop of new kids on the block and the one about "the sub's the one really in charge" rears its ugly - and repetitive - head.

it's like ic. three or four times a year, some newbie feels that she or he has to point out that they don't like the idea of scat. or ask what everybody's favourite "music to scene to" is.

at least the poo-bunnies don't feel they have to list dozens of pop singles with vaguely kinky titles.