The Grocery

14 Jul

We went out for ice cream last night, custard actually, which was delicious and fun.  On the way home, we stop at a mega grocery, looking for an ice cream scoop.

We find six of them to choose from, but Sir isn’t satisfied with any of them.  He thinks we can do better.  

i think ~ whatever.  In the most respectful way possible.

i do find tie hangars for 1.99 and a lint remover refill and ~ are you ready for this?  Eggies.

They purport to boil eggs without the shell.  Seriously.

You crack an egg, put it in the eggie and seal it up, put it in boiling water, and when it’s done ~ presto, abbra-ca-dabra ~ you have a hard-boiled egg that’s already peeled.

Yes, i now own them.  

Don’t laugh.

i stand there for a long time before i decide.  But i’m actually making deviled eggs tomorrow.  How can i  resist?

Sir laughs when i pick them up.  i say, “i HAVE to have them.”

He says, “O, I knew you were going to get them, I just didn’t know how long it would take you to do it.”

i will let you know if they work ~ unless youall already know all about them and use them?   Or know they don’t work?

Anyhow, while we’re in the ice cream scoop aisle, i move away from Him a bit and am scoping out the possible scoops, when He says, “Look at this!  All it needs is veins.”

i glance down the aisle and see this:


i laugh, but it looks so realistic, i have to take a picture, which makes Him laugh.

i am careful not to “get the giggles,” since He’s already pleased with Himself for finding a sure-fire cure for them.  “Yep, I’ll get out the lube and insert my thumb… that should help you focus pretty quickly.”  This amuses Him greatly, although when i suggest i’d be glad to do the same for Him if He gets the giggles, He is quick to let me know that is NOT going to be an option.

Yes, i already knew that.

Anyhow, i had texted Him earlier for permission for that elusive orgasm from the night before, and He’d agreed.  Later, we’re talking, relaxing after dinner, about the caning He’d administered Wednesday night.

He’d left a couple of marks, and had thought they would linger to the next day, but they didn’t.  He’s going to figure out how to leave a stripe or two on my ass that will last a while, which i want too.

Then He talked about the nipple clamp that fell off, and how He’s no longer going to rely on a subjective sense of whether they’re tight enough.  He explains that objectively He knows if He adds a weighted ring to the dangling chain, He needs to tighten the clamps.

He points out that He’s no longer going to attend to my squeals and little oooh’s and ahhhhh’s, or let that influence Him, but just tighten the clamps so we’re not surprised like that again.  

He tells me all this with an air of reassuring me, as if i’ll be relieved to know the clamps won’t fall off anymore.

Yes, Sir, i’m sure that will be much better.

 Then He adds, “O, yeah, and from now on, when you masturbate, you need to do it in a different room of the house each time.  Let me know as you finish with each room.”
Ok.  That makes me smile.  i can do that… no problem.  But i have a feeling  the games are just beginning.

19 Responses to “The Grocery”

  1. tori July 14, 2012 at 7:13 am #

    Not heard of eggies before but its something i would buy as my children love boiled eggs and im a ‘anything to make life easier’ kind of girl, i have had a similar gadget where you break the egg into a container and then it goes in the microwave but i thought and so did my children that they tasted rubbery.

    I wander if using a thin cane would make the marks last longer?, thats what works better for me, i find the thicker ones dont as much..well they leave bruising rather than the tell tale stripes which i prefer! also having no warm up or keeping it just to a hand spanking i find helps.

    I did chuckle at the ice cream scoop, not just the picture but wandering how many different types you can get! i figured a scoop is a scoop, not being an ice cream lover myself i have never purchased one.


    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:56 am #

      Hey, Tori,

      Thanks for the suggestion on the cane ~ He’s already using a thin cane so apparently that’s not the solution. Now He’s thinking maybe a belt would work better. i’m not suggesting no warm up. Nope. Just not doing it. LOL.

      As for the eggs ~ argh. i don’t want to talk about it…



  2. nancy July 14, 2012 at 7:37 am #

    And what wonderful games! Sounds like life is pretty darn fun for you both these days~~ I’m so glad!

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:56 am #

      Hi, Nancy,

      Laughing… it sure is! Thanks for sharing the fun!


  3. striving for peace July 14, 2012 at 8:16 am #

    you two make me smile

    and it makes me glad that M doesn’t read blogs as I get the giggles a LOT

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:57 am #

      Dear Sfp,

      Too bad we don’t know M, i’m sure Sir would be glad to suggest His cure!



  4. sin July 14, 2012 at 9:13 am #

    at least you get lube, what a luxury!

    Seriously, he sounds lovely.

    Though I bet the comment about tightening the clamps gives you pause.


    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:58 am #

      Dear Sin,

      You know it did ~ it was the same thing you said when you read the story about the clamps falling off, and i was all “Noooooo, they were tight enough.” Humpf.



      P.S. He is lovely. 🙂

  5. faerie July 14, 2012 at 9:35 am #

    Oh, let the fun begin, teeheehee 🙂

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:58 am #

      Hey, Faerie,

      That teeheehee is a giggle, isn’t it?

      Mmmmhmmm, i thought so.



  6. Kitty the Submissive Wife July 14, 2012 at 10:46 am #

    That whole conversation made me smile. Like – don’t worry, I am on this now – I will happily get to the business of making you scream.


    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 6:59 am #

      Dear Kitty ~

      Ha ~ yes, it was a whole lot like that!



  7. monkey July 14, 2012 at 12:32 pm #

    Welcome to the world of “be careful what you wish for”. That doorway looks so innocuous and welcoming, doesn’t it? It locked automatically behind you. That was the extra click after the initial thunk. 🙂 hehehe

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 7:00 am #

      Hi, Monkey,

      Ok, that hehehe was giggles too, wasn’t it? 🙂

      i think you’re right, i’m in it now… holding onto my hat…



  8. vanillamom July 14, 2012 at 11:51 pm #

    OMG….just reading this made me smile, and smirk, and giggle…and omg.


    I would be (i know it’s hard to believe but it’s true) inhibited about masturbating anywhere but my bedroom.
    Does that make me prudish?

    but maybe!

    Enjoy that “task”….Kinda like my renov. work…one room atta time…mwhahahahaha…stopping laughing now…that anti-giggles thing is a pretty powerful…stop gap…mwhahahahaha…

    *snikker* snort* giggle*

    I’m sorry, I am…

    I just keep..mwhahahaha..picturing ….GUFFAWWWW>>>omg…..

    Little JACK HORNER>>>>>>


    going to bed hysterically laughing…

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 7:02 am #

      Dear ‘Nilla,

      Hmphf. i’m glad you’re amused!

      Little Jack Horner, my ~ o, yeah, it is my ass…


      Now that’s enough… enough laughing ~ stop it!! Brat!



  9. Wordwytch July 15, 2012 at 12:31 am #

    And you didn’t buy that wonderful, pervertable ice cream scoop? 🙂

    As for your giggle cure… not gonna go there. However, the masturbate in every room… That would be a challenge around here. Too many Wide Open Windows…. OMG. However, While Nilla was thinking of Little Jack, I was thinking… A humping we will go, a humping we will go, hi-ho-the merrio, the humping we will go. teehee…

    • aisha July 17, 2012 at 7:02 am #

      Dear Wordwytch,

      O, yeah, that much better, a humping we will go…. cute.


      lol… thanks,


      • Wordwytch July 17, 2012 at 11:14 pm #



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