I spent all day with Purple and his son, Wilde…fun, but kids can wear you out. He is a smart boy though. We ate at Mai’s Vietnamese Restruant. I was hoping to get to take Wilde to Herman Park, the Children’s Museum, or the Zoo. I mean, the whole point of kids is to get to play with them, go on cool field trips that many adults find to be too childish. To teach them neat things, art, culture, funny tricks to do when they are 21 and up in the clubs and bars.
Purple re-pierced my hood and the Monkey boy came to visit right about then. And after years of me and my monkey, I guess he can still spark my interest because arousal made me start bleeding profusely from engorging the piercing throughy arousal.
Then he took off. Purple and I went shopping for stuff for him to wear, and because I had store credit off of the show. I went and bought a great new toy for the dungeon. I bought a jiggly piggy tail butt plug, which is great to go with my pig masks. I have this thing about animal roleplay and humiliation.
I bought a bad ass new wig, amazing quality, and a book on stuff for my lifestyle/profession.
I went to Lara’s, we worked on the shows. I picked out some more music for one of our skits. I added a bit to one of the skits, and fell intime with the other one I will be doing.
I went to Numbers after one. The monkey boy was there, and chasing me trying to disturb my new piercing and causing my butt cheeks much pain. Sandra was worried and not happy with him for being the usual monkey. Chad asked whether I had seen monkey and where was he, while he was standing right there in front of him talking to him.
I took off afterwards with Buddha and Jay Hova…man this is sounding a bit religeous or like a heretical joke. We went to eat at Jaliscience, which is now filled with hideous decor. Buddha took off, we went to Notsuoh (Houston spelled backwards). We went for a walk with Jims dog and talked, and had hell finding Lara’s house to drop me off. So here I am, tired.
I even saw an old lover of mine from when I was a teenager. I hadn’t seen him in 9 years, and he walked up. A lot of people didn’t recognize me at first because of the wig, but Kevin did. I always felt weird when we were “hanging out” because we had the same last name. It was just creepy.
Ah, Houston.
My favorite part of the evening was me and Buddha making up a story and dialogue about jay Hova, using almost solely ABBA song titles and verses. Especially since Jay Hova loathes ABBA.
I am pooped. I have so many people that want to see me before I make it back to New Orleans. I just want to get back because I miss my home/dungeon, my kitties, my toys, and my ability to work my ass off on improving stuff.
I am envious though. Lara’s husband made this kick ass cage for the show and I want one. He was looking for a sincere compliment, he asked ” So, you really like it?” And I even complimented him far beyond what he expected…” Hell!!! I want one!” You know how rare it is for another Mistress has a large piece of equipment that I feel I need and want. I mean, my dungeon seems to have it all to most people (only I think that it has a long way to go till I am happy. I don’t think I will ever be fully happy enough to quit striving for more dungeon furniture and toys, and technical knowledge.
