Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Waddle like a duck

My granny had some odd ways about her, well dont we all!, one of these was the insistence that we should always keep a spare pair of knickers in ones handbag, for emergencies, like getting run over, you know because if one is run over, the first thing on your mind is going to be "ooh is my underwear clean" or maybe the paramedics on arrival might say to one another "hey bob, before we deal with the life saving, best check she has got clean underwear on!!!!  It used to make me laugh when she would go on about this, but you know sometimes i did keep a spare pair in my bag, not always.

Anyways, after a nice session of anal sex, Master and i head off out for a drink and something to eat, as we are walking along, gravity starts to take effect, yeah what goes up must come down....and eww its coming down, so im clenching my ass together, walking very much...well like a duck waddling, desperately waiting to get to the nearest bar....Master finds this highly amusing..the bastard.

And its not exactly pleasant whats coming down, (do hope your not eating, dear readers), and perhaps i should have been better prepared, i knew it was inevitable at some point, but im careful not to complain because Master could decide an enema is the solution in future!

You know how some woman say once you have been in labor, all sense of dignity goes out the window, clearly they have not had a tube stuck up their ass, water poured down it, made to get on hands and knees in bath, and be watched as its expelled.  I mean, i love humiliation, but i do draw the line at some things, and this is one of them, unfortunately the bastard..i mean Master, just crosses that line, perhaps i need to draw it a little bit more clearly...but i doubt that would make a difference.

Hate, hate enemas.

Anyway, get to the closest bar, rush to the ladies loo, well i wouldnt say rush, more like a fast paced waddle, clean myself up....and walllahh a clean pair of knickers are in my handbag.

Granny would be proud......well it was an emergency!

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  1. tori, I'm laughing for multiple reasons. The main is that this made me remember an email conversation with Master. I asked that the first time He cums in my ass is not in the car. Why? As you said, "what goes up must come down". I feared the potential after mess.

    So glad grandma taught you well. :)

    Oh, an enema administered by Him is crossing the line too.

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    1. lol, it is messy, definitley wouldnt want that mess in the car, good call on your part!

      yeah really my advice is avoid an enema at all costs....eww horrid.

      x

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  2. Ha! So this is the glamorous, erotic side of the lifestyle? Good for you for listening to Granny.

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    1. Ahh yes the glamour that we dont often talk about lol

      Granny always knows best...well she thought she did!

      x

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  3. Is it bad that your story makes me wonder what shenanigans Granny was up to as well?

    Thanks for sharing, and glad it wasn't me, though it probably will be someday.

    Remember extra panties!

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    1. oooh ancilla what are you suggesting about granny lol

      extra panties...yes im a believer now!

      x

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  4. LoL Tori, yes, the glamorous side. Our Grannie's were wiser than we thought :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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  5. Tori,

    LMAO!

    And a huge part of me misses waddling for the these other reasons :-p

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    1. ahh but your waddling for the best reason ever!

      x

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  6. oh well done on having fresh knickers! i have to admit, now I'm also wondering what Granny got up to that made her so vehement about needing emergency knickers!

    I've given birth quite a few times, all in the presence of my husband and enemas terrify the heck out of me - so much I can't stop wondering about them and sometimes even fantasising about them.

    At the moment, I'm fairly safe from sordid reality as he's more squeamish about it than I am, but once he gets wise to all the potential mind fuckery involved, I rather think my days will be numbered...

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    1. i really dont want to think about what my granny got up to lol

      I hate enemas, thankfully they are not a regular occurence, but i do get what you mean about wandering and fantasising...im like that with a lot of things..its like i dont want to know....but i do want to know sort of logic.

      x

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  7. LOL Tori! Glad you listened to your granny this time. :)

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  8. lmao!

    I would offer a hug but....

    Totally kidding, HUG.

    After my daughter sprayed me with poop (all over my shirt), when she was a week old, I'm much less grossed out by it.

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    1. lol, even though i have had 2 children, enemas still gross me out, well i think its more the being watched that i hate....which is why he insists on watching.

      x

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  9. The E WORD!!!!! Noooooooooooooo!!!!! Cast in stone .. granite hard limit til the end of time! And beyond.

    But really good post Tori. Some seriously good note taking, as I have on just started venturing down the path to the back door. Emergency knickers .. check!
    Expect "fun times" afterwards ... check. What comes up .. *sighs* ... good to know.

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    1. oh wise move there keeping it as a hard limit, hate them.

      Yes, extra knickers, because well sometimes it can take a while to umm yeah come down lol

      x

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  10. Haha - I'm just picturing a woman waddling to get to the bathroom. Thank God for granny's wisdom...lol...kind of with everyone else...what WAS granny up to after all? I apologize for my lack of visiting - haven't been to your blog in a very long time. I've been on an unintentional hiatus and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things around here!

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    1. Well its nice to see you back, and i hope you get back to blogging soon.

      x

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  11. I carry about a spare pair of knickers at all times. For my five year old. I don't think they will fit me. Good habits begin with children... and grannies.

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    1. Yes, its funny always carried spare for my children, and now definitely for myself lol

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