Just a Quiet Sunday
by Gentle Master
A strange thing happened this Sunday while I was relaxing in the Retreat. Now, strange things very seldom happen in the Retreat, so I thought I would share this experience with all of you. You see, it started like this;
When I entered the Retreat, I noticed an unusual sight, Little Vengeful Angel was tied to the ceiling fan in the dungeon. Now, this would not normally be strange, but she also had this bungie cord tied to her, so as she rotated, she would kind of bounce up and down.
Now, being the engineer that I am, My mind started to wander and I immediately went to work trying to figure out some sort of hydraulic mechanism to attach to it. We carried on a conversation in the Room, getting suggestions so to speak, as to the design of such a mechanism.
Now, also being concerned about the stress points of such a mechanism, I walked over to ven and pulled down on the bungie cord to see how the fan would flex. Looking up and not really realizing what I was doing, I released the cord and the next thing I know, ven is tangled up in the ceiling fan. Normally this would be a serious situation, but not to her, she actually enjoyed the blades of the fan slapping her bottom as they rotated.
I had a decision to make; take her off the fan, or let her continue to enjoy herself. I chose the later, and that is what made this day so strange.
You see, while I was talking in the Room, I was also talking to a young lady from Zambia. She saw My nick, and was curious as to how a Master can be gentle. I guess in the African Nations, they consider Masters to be cruel rulers of tribes or some such matters. I really wasn�t paying much attention to the conversation with this young lady because My attentions were drawn to ven getting spanked with the ceiling fan.
So as I talked to this young lady, she asked me to explain what My nickname meant. So I started to explain what the D/s lifestyle was all about, being careful not to be too descriptive in nature (not knowing her true age and such). Now, you must understand how distracting watching ven was. It was a sight that most people would pay a large sum of money to see (bound needs to start charging admission at times). Anyway, I digress.
As I talked to this young lady, her questions were getting more complicated. And yes, I was trying to be very careful again because of the lack of knowing her age. Although I can be quite articulate at times, I was doing nothing more than confusing this poor girl. She still could not get past the fact that a Master is not a tribal leader in this country (yeah, like Master George W. Bush?????? Get real!). Again, I was trying hard to take into account her ethnic background too, and was very careful not to use the word �slave� at any point in our conversation. I was trying very hard, though to get her to understand the concept of Dominant and submissive, in a real life as well as role play situation.
Where she was from, the women are not treated very well, especially from the Masters. Now, again, walking very carefully, I attempted to explain that in this sense, the women does these actions with her own choosing, and is not �forced� in any way, unless the lady chose to be forced. Again, this added to the young ladies confusion. I tried to explain how bondage and submission was an act of sexual gratification between consenting adults. She actually understood those words,so I figured she was pretty well educated. I then attempted to explain what role play was. This is where I kind got into trouble.
You see, as an example of role play, I went into moderate detail as to the situation with ven tangled up in the ceiling fan. I even explained to the young lady how excited ven was by the blades of the fan swapping her bottom. I did not receive another post from this young lady. I figured she was totally disgusted with the idea, and finally would leave Me alone. Yeah, right!
A couple of hours past, I had long since logged off the computer and was doing My household chores. I heard a knock on My door. I answered it, and was greeted by two Government Agents. They said that they were here by the request of the State Department to investigate a possible International Incident that occurred in the Retreat. Marvelous!
I invited them inside and offered them a beer, or brandy (as if that would help My situation). They declined, so I poured Myself a brandy and joined them. I asked how I could help, and if they were here regarding the receipt I requested, no offense should be taken by the wonderful residents of Florida or the brother of Our fine President. They looked at each other with a strange puzzled look, so I figured I should shut up for My own good.
One of the Agents started to inquire about the Retreat,
and the goings on there. I told them that it was a place for people
to get together, chat, relax, on occasion there was a buffet,
salad or dessert bar, you know just a quiet place to hang out.
I was then asked why there was a need for solar power in a dungeon
if it was such a quiet place to hang out.
I�m screwed now!
Ok, so if you think its difficult to explain what the D/s lifestyle is to a young lady from Africa, you should try it with a couple of pencil necked geeks from the Government. Its kind of like explaining the theory of life to a two year old. Again, I treaded very lightly because I needed to protect the identity of those innocent participants whom occupy the Retreat on a regular basis.
Here is where it gets weird���. How they got the satellite pictures of ven caught in that fan is beyond Me. What focus, what clarity, what a nice��..sigh��never mind. Then they showed Me the pictures of jade in the cross chair. Damn, she was looking fine this morning. Anyway, they were kind of complaining about the poor reception at the time, and of course I told them that it was probably due to the remote controlled egg that I had inserted into her. Not a good thing to say at that point in the �conversation�.
This is where the young lady comes back into the story. I guess her Government had sent her to this country to become more educated so that she could assist in reducing the oppression against the women in her country. She is a daughter of some royalty in her country, and the State Department is assisting in her education. Marvelous! A Royal Feminist Pain in the State Departments ass (and now mine). I�m even more screwed!
I can see it on CNN now, �President Bush planning an attack on Africa after International Incident in a quiet Retreat�. I handed My computer over to the Agents and showed them the archive. You know, they were less interested in the scrolls of the young lady than they were of ven and jade? They actually had Me scroll up and down several times. One Agent even turned his head and asked how ven did that? I told him it was a gift only ven has.
After spending quite a bit of time reading the scrolls, each of them went into the bath room and after some sighing, panting, and some other sounds I do not want to describe here, came out looking flushed (and I aint cleaning it up, either). I handed them over the copies of the scrolls. They thanked Me for My cooperation, and they left a little more tired and puzzled than when they entered. I over heard one Agent say to the other, keep the satellite on that Retreat, we need more pictures of those hottys���.err people and goings on there for our��.files.
Now you may be asking yourselves �why is He sharing this with U/us?� The answer is simple. You never know what will happen on a quiet Sunday Morning in the Retreat.
Thank you
for letting Me share this little bit of fictional humor with you!
Be Well, and Be Safe