The other day I
was going through my online groups and one of the questions posted was do 'you
know where the line is drawn'. I started thinking for a moment. What the hell
were they talking about? I don't normally read all the comments,
but on that post I did. With this new yahoo program, I hadn't
gotten the original email.
The line they were talking about was an imaginary line that is
drawn between you and your partner if you are in a relationship like mine; a DP
one, or S/M and others. It's like playing that game where you toss pennies
toward a line. In the penny game you want to get as close to the
line as possible without going over it, because if you do you lose the money
already on the ground. Well in the game talked about on the yahoo group, you'll
end up bare ass over your lover's knees, getting your backside turned a nice
shade of red.
This line is there all the time. It doesn't matter
where you are: at the store, mall, walking with your lover, it doesn't matter,
the line is firmly drawn. Be warned, if you are at a friend's
house, who is also in that type of relationship be careful because you know what
will happen if you cross that line.
With us, public
display is a big no, and my ass will be toast when we get home. He won't correct
me in public, but he will pull me to one side and warn me. If I continue to
cross that line, I will not be able to sit for a few hours after we get home. Ok
time to cool it.
Indications that
I've crossed the line could be the red blotch he gets by the corner of his mouth
when he's totally had enough of the antics. The redder it gets the more pissed
he is so that's the clue to settle down and behave. It could be a vain in the
neck or forehead. The more it sticks out tells you how close you are getting. If
your partner rubs his temples like he getting a headache you are getting close
to the line. The closer you get the more the top rubs. With blood shot eyes- the
redder the lines, is the clue its time to ease back and cool yourself down. One
of the warning signs might be if your Top rubs his swatting hand on his pants
leg. That may be the sign to stop inching your way to that
line.
Sometimes the
Brat can ease their way to that line and with the warning look or other signs,
they are able to ease back a little. Sometimes its like you not
only crossed that line, you've crossed it for the next three days or so.
Trust me, I
know. I am lying here on my belly with the lap top in front of me
bare assed. I have a fan blowing on my bare nether regions in hope
that it'll put out the heat in my seat. I swear that line gets crossed too fast
sometimes.
So you brats out
there reading this-watch for the warning signs they are not as subtle as a
railroad crossing. There's no flashing red lights with alarms.
Nope, sometimes they are come at you in a flash. And that's it. Your ass is
grass and he's the weed-wacker.
"You're not on
the computer, are you?" My partner
yells from downstairs.
"No, just laying here!" I yelled back without looking over my
shoulder.
"Then what's that?" He asked from the doorway as he rubs his hand
down his pant leg.
I swallowed hard. "The laptop." I told him as
I saved this in a hurry.
"Turn it off now," He ordered.
"Yes sir."
Bye everyone. Pray for me.
Carrol
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