Molly and Mick had a relatively laid back day yesterday. After work, there was dinner at a trendy downtown "artisan pizza" joint, then up the hill to our local cinema to see "The Descendants", the new Clooney movie directed by the guy who did "Sideways". No sex at all, btw, but a compelling movie worth seeing this holiday season.
Over dinner, Mistress described the flurry of texts and other communications she'd gotten from Francois, the WC and E during the course of the day --- that sort of attention always puts a little spring in her step and a glow in her cheek. And who can blame her?
Now, I'm turning this morning's post over to Donna, who has an update from her cabin about those ongoing home improvements:
One of the UCTMW readers
recently asked about our home remodeling, wondering why I hadn't mentioned
it in a while.
Well, here is the answer,
home remodeling is more about adaptation and survival skills than sexy
thoughts. However, just because I love you, I have developed a scoring system
for the men who have been in our home over the past month and a half. As an
aside, please know that no one has approached me and I know full well that I
might not be a high scorer on their score sheets, but it's my blog post so I
can do whatever Mick allows! Hahaha
The Rating Index:
5=All Star! Head for the bed and break out the whips and chains.
4=Not Bad at All, How much experience do you have with BDSM?
3=Well, I don't think so. Have you ever heard of BDSM?
2=Um, no thank you. And by the way, BDSM is not Bologna, Donuts, Sausage and Meatballs.
1=No way. Ever. Never.
So, shall we begin with
the destruction team, ripping out the entire kitchen.
On the Rating Index,
these two guys are a zero. Cleanliness of body and a set of teeth in the
mouth are a basic requirement for me. Dentures are fine, as long as they fit
well enough not to clack or spray spit when speaking, but I enjoy a little
nibbling, rather than gumming, on the nipples and further south, too. These men
were, shall we say, unfamiliar with the concepts of spending quality time with
bathing, deodorant, or a dental hygienist. To top that off, I can't believe
they could reach their age without learning about nose hair clippers. Really.
There should not be nostril hairs hanging down and waving in the breeze as one
talks.
You know, like many
things, a remodel begins so simply and then one thing leads to another. The
contractor found electrical problems that led to me developing enough of a
relationship with the electrician that he feels comfortable coming in with a
little knock at the door in the mornings and pouring himself a cup of coffee
and getting some cream from the fridge. Nice guy, good sense of humor,
and reasonably clean. He has some rough edges on a few political thoughts left
over from growing up amidst Bible thumpers, but nothing that couldn't be
handled with a Rachel Maddow intervention. I would give Mr. Electrician a
three.
The plumber hasn't been
here quite as often, but please, tell me this, is it in the code of ethics of
The Plumbers of the World, that they are required to wear pants that droop?
Talk about your crack problem in America! Overall, a nice guy, grey haired and
a tad stout, he gets extra credit points for getting the toilets back in
operation, which beings him up to a three and a half.
The contractor, what can
I say? I suspect he is planning to hang a stocking on our mantle this year, and
really, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Very fit, liberal,
formerly the sound man for a couple of big name Rock Bands, he has a wicked
sense of humor and is making our house look great. While we were out yesterday,
he switched the direction the refrigerator opens, which means he had to take
everything out of the door of the fridge...which is where I keep my glass dildo
chilling. When we returned home he commented that he wasn't sure he got everything
back in exactly the same location, and that we have some interesting
condiments-and gave Bill the eyebrow waggle. lol The man is a four.
What, you think I am too
picky? Well, that may be the case, but in order to rank a five, these men would
need to measure up to Bill, and they just don't. Bill has a full beard,
going grey and white, as is his remaining hair. His eyes are a beautiful hazel
with a brown streak running through one eye, and they twinkle when he is
pleased or can be as sharp as a lightening bolt when he is pissed off. When he
laughs, everyone around laughs too; whether they heard the joke or not they
just can't help themselves. He is intelligent, keeps up with world events and
is willing to stick his neck out to stand up for what's right. And to top it
off, he is one sexy Dom!
Just yesterday, when the
sound of hammers and drills was beginning to make my eyes roll back in my head,
he reached out and pinched, and I mean pinched my nipples. In the pain there
was a grounding that I really needed. And this morning, when I started to
over-do in trying to accomplish things, he pointed to the couch and said in his
deep Dom voice, "Your butt. Planted there. Now!" And so I did.
My Bill is the only five
in the whole bunch.
Together we will survive
the remodel. We will have a kitchen again and peace in the cabin will be
restored so we can go naked more often and get back to our BDSM. The ropes, the
toys, the floggers and crop are all waiting in the wings!
Hugs to all.
Senior Correspondent,
Donna
Of course this begs the question, Donna: what do you do with the chilled dildo?
Mick
