Thanksgiving Plans and Recipes

Thanksgiving is almost here and deidre’s very excited. This year she’ll be heading over to Orlando as is traditional for Master, to have Thanksgiving Dinner with Master’s cousins. His brother, the nicest guy in the world, will be flying down from Atlanta, and His other cousin and her son are flying out from California as well. deidre will spend tomorrow baking the pumpkin crunch that everyone has come to love, as well as making up her cranberry relish, and possibly preparing stuff for a new salad that she’s just fallen in love with.
Cranberries are one of the reasons why deidre loves this time of year. Dad would always make up a big batch of cranberry relish, so that deidre could take a few quarts home with her. Even before He did that deidre loved the stuff in a can. Not the chunky kind, the kind that’s nice and smooth and makes that wonderful sound as it’s coming out of the can. Last year deidre attempted to make a Jell-O mold with fruit and sour cream, but it didn’t set right so she stuck it in the blender with some vodka and made a pretty yummy drink out of it.

Thanksgiving Day, before dinner, is spent browsing through the papers so that they (note: not deidre or Master) can get up at some freaking insane hour of the morning and go shopping. Now, while deidre is very female, somehow she was formed without that predisposition to shopping that most of us seem to have. deidre hates it. she hates crowds. she hates waiting in line. she hates the stupidity that runs rampant this time of year when people go into stores for shopping. It’s insanity, and deidre already has enough of that on her own without trying to add even more to it.

They usually make it back around 8 am, cook up some breakfast and then crash. About this time Master and deidre get up and have some nice quiet time together. There’s a park nearby that the dogs love, and the playground is fun. There are more real trees in their neighborhood than here so deidre gets a taste of the autumn color change.

After a few days spent lounging around, and nights spent drinking Harvey Wallbangers and Golden Cadillacs it comes time for flights to leave and for Master and His bitches to head back home. K usually come with us and flies out of Tampa after another day or two of time spent in St. Pete. This time he’s set it up so that we can go to an Olivia Newton-John concert with him. K’s a really big fan of hers. In fact he just bought a new mini cooper and named it Livie after ONJ. The only music of hers that deidre knows is the music from Greece, so hopefully it won’t be too bad.

Actually just being able to hang out with K will be fun. He and deidre have a way of kind of ganging up on Master, teasing Him and torturing Him with bad puns. Having K here for a few days will be like a warm up for when We/we are up in Atlanta with Him for Christmas and New Years. 

made by missgiter

Yesterday Morning

she had no coffee but managed to get up and get herself ready for the grocery store without it. Yes people, miracles can happen. The store was crowded, and it took everything deidre had not to start running over people that were being idiots.

deidre got everything on her list, and then realized after Master paid and We/we were in the parking lot, that she forgot to put whipping cream on the list. Freaking caffeine addiction. Luckily Master didn’t mind going back later to get it for her.

deidre was excited because she was going to be grinding up a shit load of cranberries. she had gotten a nice big thing of coffee at the store and could make some up, hot and steamy. Master left to run some secret errand that deidre’s not allowed to ask about, and so deidre put on Christmas music.

The KitchenAid was set up with the meat grinder attachment and deidre started grinding up her berries. she was sipping her coffee singing along to Harry Connick Jr when the KitchenAid started going spastic! All of the sudden deidre’s kitchen seemed like a war zone. The grinder attachment started spinning wildly so deidre grabbed a hold of it which in turn caused the base of the machine to start rotating. It was like watching a film in slow motion…the base turned toward the coffee maker…the base hit the coffee maker…the coffee maker moved toward the edge of the counter…the coffee maker, with 10 freshly brewed cups of hot coffee in the pot fell over the edge of the counter…the coffee maker crashed onto the floor…

This all took less than 30 seconds. deidre managed to turn off the KitchenAid and look around at what used to be her pretty white kitchen and dining room. There was now partially ground cranberries, coffee, coffee grounds, glass, and plastic pieces on the counter, floor, cabinets and walls. The lifeless carcass of what used to be deidre’s coffee maker was lying in the middle, beyond hope.

Needless to say, deidre was not very happy. she’s not the type of person who normally screams out curse words when upset, but if there was a time to do it, yesterday was it. Any sailor would’ve been proud to hear the expletives coming from deidre’s mouth with such force and venom. It was truly a beautiful thing, but it didn’t change the fact that deidre’s coffee maker was dead.

As deidre was cleaning up the mess she started to think that an incident like this must mean something (other than the fact that deidre shouldn’t use the KitchenAid near any other important appliance) Was it a sign? Was this going to be a horrible holiday season for deidre? Was this just the first bad thing to happen of many? Was there going to be a terrible accident in front of a Starbucks involving a cranberry truck? Or maybe while listening to The Cranberries and drinking coffee? What did it all mean?

Then deidre realized that she was just over-analyzing things again and it probably meant nothing. Now that that coffee maker was out of the way she had more counter space and the whole incident woke her up much more quickly and effectively than the entire pot of coffee could have anyway.

Now deidre is sitting here drinking coffee that the neighbors (who got her drunk last night) were kind enough to bring over. It’s good and just one more thing that deidre is thankful for.

Charles Dickens' David Copperfield

Thus I began my new life, in a new name, and with everything new about me. Now that the state of doubt was over, I felt...like one in a dream…The remembrance of that life is fraught with so much pain to me, with so much mental suffering and want of hope, that I have never had the courage even to examine how long I was doomed to lead it. Whether it lasted for a year, or more, or less, I do not know. I only know that it was, and ceased to be…and there I leave it.

the first time deidre took it in the mouth

deidre fiercely tore open its prison walls. she was surprised when it slid out into her hand, but she quickly adapted to the feel of it in her hand. she held it gently, careful that it didn't melt under her touch before she could really enjoy it. deidre held it to her nose and inhaled deeply, permanently storing its unique scent in her memory.

this girl gently ran her tongue across the ever-so-subtle ridge before taking it deeply into her mouth. she took it in her mouth as far as it would go. It took all of deidre's strength to resist the urge to swallow it whole! her tongue worked on its sweet shell until she could finally start to taste its slightly salty filling...

The quickness took this girl by surprise, and she moaned in approval, even though she hoped it would have lasted longer. deidre held the last few morsels on her tongue, savoring the taste before swallowing it all. she smiled, already looking forward to the next time..............

Thank goodness Reese's peanut butter cups are sold in packages of two!

(What were *you* thinking?)

...wings made of wishes...

deidre’s been blessed in making some wonderful, deep and lasting friendships with a select few of her Callers. These men are the kind of people that deidre can see in her life, not just as phone fucks, but as in person, real relationships. One of those wonderful people called deidre today.

He’s the kind of guy who cares for deidre just as she is. He loves her giggly side, her shy side, her loud side, her sexual sides (both hard fucking and soft and sensual lovemaking). He especially enjoys the lesbian who shares deidre’s body with the horny slut that could never live without cock.

As we were chatting today deidre was struck by how incredible the relationship is. we were talking just like 2 old friends, which, basically, we are. It started off with politics, then ran on to the CMAs, our similar experiences in stepping barefooted in shit (his just happened while deidre was on the phone with him), onto raw cocks and then…then he did something wonderful.

Next he told deidre the real reason he called today. He wanted to give her a song. He sat down at the piano, and while deidre listened he played and sang it just for her. It was beautiful. He told deidre afterward that it’s a song that has been very close to his heart for a number of years, but that it seemed to fit us at the moment. It’s called Rainbow Sleeves, written by Tom Waits:

You used to dream yourself away each night
To places that you’ve never been
On wings made of wishes that you whispered to yourself
Back when every night the moon and you would sweep away
To places that you knew you would never get the blues

Now whiskey gives you wings to carry each one of your dreams
And the moon does not belong to you
But I believe that your heart keeps young dreams
Well, I’ve been told to keep from ever growing old
And a heart that has been broken will be stronger when it mends

Don’t let the blues stop singing
Darling, you only got a broken wing
Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow
Hang on to my rainbow
Hang on to my rainbow sleeves

Thank you, T. deidre loves you. You're stronger than you think you are, and you have a very special place in this little girl’s heart.

random thoughts on voting and slavery

Master controls every aspect of this girl’s life on some level. He controls where she goes. He dictates what she wears. He decides if, when, and what she eats or drinks. He is in charge of if and where she shits and pisses. He enjoys this control, it’s one of the main reasons that He sought a slave.

As His slave, His property, a thing which He owns, He also controls her voting process. He is the one who will or will not permit her to vote, and who will decide if she will double the strength of His own vote by having her vote exactly the same way that He does, or allow her to vote her own mind.

Does being a part of a relationship where another controls that privilege basically undermine the entire point? Does it take that hard won privilege and throw it back into the faces of those who fought for it? Does it spit in the face of democracy?

Or does it do something different? The fact that we start out with the choice, then choose to give it away…the very fact that we have the right to choose to give it away, isn’t that something incredibly special? Isn’t that the kind of decision that we should be able to trust our Owners with?

corsets, movies, tangents

Master’s back home + deidre’s corset is here = deidre’s a very happy slave

Master returned on Saturday evening. deidre greeted Him by bowing down in the foyer as she normally does. This time though, instead of being nude, she was wearing her lovely new corset!

deidre did manage to take a few photos of herself. The first is just deidre in the corset, the second shows a glimpse of her rings. 

 

she hasn’t written much about the rings lately, but they are pretty much healed as far as she can tell. Every once in a while she sits down wrong and one of them tweaks or two of them pinch together. if deidre is sitting for too long the rings become slightly embedded in her flesh and leave a little imprint, almost like grass does to one’s legs after sitting in it for a while. When deidre masturbates they clink together softly and Master enjoys the feel of them on His skin when deidre is massaging Him, sitting in His lap, or if His hands brush against her on accident. It’s like a sweet little surprise for Him. deidre thinks that He’s not quite used to them being there yet.

Last night deidre and Master had a bit of a movie night. We/we started out watching Pump Up the Volume. Master had never seen it, and it had been 10 years or so since deidre had.

Off on a side note for a minute. How horrible is it that deidre can actually say that she hasn’t done something in 10 years? Most of the time deidre doesn’t really think about her own age. she’s only 28 after all, but occasionally something pops up, or deidre says something, and it reminds her that yes, she is a “grown up” now. Man, having those 2 little words apply to yourself sucks.

As deidre was saying, she hadn’t seen the movie in quite a while. When she was a teenager it was cool. she was just like the high schoolers in the movie, wanting to assert her individuality while at the same time longing to fit in with everyone else. Now that she looks back on it though she can’t related to it in the same way. The best parts of the movie are the music, and, of course, Christian Slater. Yum. The voice, the eyebrows, the little nuances, the half naked Christian Slater man-boy laying out on the grass. Wow.

Um…anyway. Obviously there some things that a girl never grows out of. Being in lust with Christian Slater must be one of those things.

The second movie We/we watched was The Island, thanks to k8ydid’s recommendation. It was really good. deidre was surprised. It’s a movie that she’d never heard of until a week or two ago, and it had no previews (which is usually a bad sign) but it reminded deidre a lot of a research paper that she did when she was in High School. The movie took deidre’s idea a few steps further, and it was a little different, but if deidre had thought out her plan more it could’ve easily evolved into something similar to The Island.

One of the actors in the movie was Steve Buscemi. deidre doesn’t know what it is about him, but she would love to fuck him. He’s not attractive and deidre’s not turned on by him physically. He has a really great singing voice, which may be part of it, but deidre thinks that it all started with the movie ConAir. 

There’s a scene, after the plane crashes in the middle of the desert where Steve Buscemi’s character ends up talking with a little girl. deidre hasn’t seen the movie in a while but if she remembers correctly it’s implied (or could be stated out right) that his character is a child molester. Something about those moments where we don’t really know what’s going to happen between him and the girl struck deidre right in her libido.

Now, she’s not saying that child molestation is a good thing. Not at all. In reality deidre thinks that every single one of those Mother Fuckers ought to be slowly tortured with blunt instruments until…oops…no more ball and no more penis. Someday deidre will go into her own personal experiences involving the sick fucks. There is something in deidre’s own fantasy mind, though, that becomes excited at that loss of power, or abuse of trust, or just the wrongness of it all.

she used to watch LMN specifically for this reason. she’d lie back after watching a molestation/rape scene or something and cum over and over thinking about it, putting herself in that situation. Imagining herself slammed up against a wall and forced by a stranger, clothes torn, face slapped, hair pulled, called every “dirty” name in the book, and then taken hard, fucked, raped by someone who has no right to even touch her in that kind of way.

It used to make her feel guilty. One of he first times it happened was when she was 15 or so and reading The Clan of the Cave Bear. Reading the rape scene made deidre hot, wet and excited. At that point deidre was still a virgin, though she’d been playing with herself for about 7 years. she hadn’t ever even kissed a boy or touched him, “down there”. she was pretty innocent. her own rape (another story which deidre will probably write about in the future) wouldn’t take place for another year, but the thought of it was exciting. Even after she was raped the thought of being forced in a consensual kind of way turned her on.

It’s a fantasy that’s grown from a simple violent rape to something involving abduction in a dark parking lot, being kept chained in a dark wet cave while man after man uses her, leaving her weak and dripping cum when their finished. Perhaps even being locked somewhere a cabin in the middle of nowhere or an abandoned train car, just waiting to be used. Perhaps after weeks, months, or years, she’s released, perhaps not. The fantasy changes depending upon deidre’s mood, but the underlying feeling of helplessness is always there.

Well, THAT was not where deidre expected to go. It’s Monday, her day off, and she has quite a few things to do so she should probably stop sitting here in front of the computer, getting herself all hot and bothered.

The Demon Neighbors of deidre's Street

deidre is being stalked and harassed by her crazy neighbors! Crazy neighbor number 1, A, started calling just a few hours after Master left for Atlanta. deidre talked with her the first 2 times, but her calls lasted over an hour each. If deidre’s on the phone with A, she can’t be available for phone sex calls. deidre made this fairly clear to A. There’s only one line into this house because most other calls take place with Master’s cell phone.

After Alice’s third call, which was at three o’clock in the morning, deidre decided that she was going to set up the NiteFlirt Call Monitor so that it would notify her of any incoming calls and screen the rest. deidre now has 26 messages on her machine. 26 times she’s been called, and that doesn’t include the calls after the first few days when A calls, lets it ring 3 times and hangs up before the machine kicks on.

deidre’s trying to work here people!! Go away.

Yesterday, crazy neighbor number 2, B, started in. B’s husband has left to go up to his property in Northern Florida and B is lonely. So, the way it probably happened is that B called A and they chatted about deidre not answering the phone. Hmmm…is deidre avoiding A? Perhaps B should try calling and see what happens. So, now deidre is getting calls throughout the day from both A and B and nobody is leaving messages. They are driving her crazy.

This morning B decided to come knock on the door. It actually took her over 5 minutes to realize no one was going to answer. Then she had the audacity to peek in through the front door, which is made of large stained glass windows. She was actually peeking into Master’s house!

What is up with these people? It’s not like they can possibly be worried that something is wrong with deidre. she’s left and come back once or twice, she’s taken the garbage can out to the curb, she’s walked the dog regularly. They are just pestering her to the point where deidre doesn’t even want to go outside because she’s afraid that they are going to accost her.

deidre has nothing in common with these women except that we all happen to live on the same street. They are both in their 60's, maybe 70's. A is an alcoholic who likes to scream at her husband. B literally does have some psychological issues. The two of them are the neighborhood gossips. Nothing happens, no one leaves or says anything outside of their homes without one of these 2 women somehow knowing about it, then they tell each other and pick-a-little talk-a-little.

The weird thing is that neither of these ladies behaves as if there is anything more than neighborly friendliness between us when Master is here, but the moment He leaves deidre suddenly becomes their best friend.

OK guess the rant is done. Hopefully Master will be returning tomorrow and deidre will be going with Him on His next few trips so she doesn’t have to worry about A or B until probably January…that is if she manages to survive the next 24 hours with nothing between herself and the two demon neighbors of deidre’s street but these measly walls.

In other news ~ powdered hazelnut creamer is *almost* as good as the liquid kind and it's much less tempting to just drink it all down without the coffee.