Mistress Aura
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'Tis short and sweet, but true nonetheless...
A short retelling of my husband's recent first experience with, "Oh, sh*t, she's serious this time!" 😱
We had been lazing in bed just the other afternoon and I decided I wanted to quit wasting our day off. I asked him to get up and get dressed, but he was being obstinate and burrowed deeper under the gazillion comforters on the bed as I put on my clothes. I warned him a second time that he needed to get out of the bed, but instead, he started wheedling me to come back to bed instead of making him get up. He was not expecting the next move, and blames all of you here for it, by the way. 😀
(Sidenote: my husband's feet are ticklish to the extreme. He can handle anything else, even hold out longer than a lot of pro-wrestlers when he's in a submission hold, but go for his feet and he's already begging before I lay nail one on his sole.) (Erm--should that have been considered a "footnote"? 🙄 )
I threw back the blankets covering his feet--of course, they shot upwards like lightning (think of how a cat jumps if it's startled while cautiously examining something-LOL) as he tried to get away. However...
...I suppose I have learned just a few more tricks here. Instead of chasing him upwards, I jumped over to the side of the bed and threw myself across his legs. My weight is ample and my strategy took him by surprise. My own legs are extremely strong, so in the flurry of attempted escape on his part, I managed to secure one of his. He immediately started begging, promising to get up, to get dressed, just leave his feet alone, he'd take me to dinner, etc., etc...but I felt just wicked enough to decide he needed a minor lesson in the results of pushing his luck.
I'm proud of my nails. They are very long and candy-apple, shiny red--and expensive as hell. 😀 I grabbed the foot I had secured in the leg lock with both hands across the top of it while my weight still somewhat subdued his other leg and kept him captive. He started to struggle in earnest then--I'd never been that aggressive before--but I held on and started to use all 8 of my nails on the sole of his foot. He lost his mind, and again (in a much higher tone of voice, I might add) told me to "stopstopstop!", but I wasn't ready yet. I demanded to hear him say, "Mercy!" Nope, pride was ruling him. What a shame. I had him in an excellent hold and I wasn't going to give it up until he...obeyed...? (*shiver* Oooo, that can be such a sweet-sounding word...😉) Sooo...he refused. And I continued.
He'd wriggled himself around so strenuously to try to get away that he'd managed to get the top half of his body backwards off the bed, so now he was laughing madly and demanding to be let up while his shoulders were practically on the floor. Helpless by his own actions, the poor man... Again I ignored him and focused on what I was doing. I reiterated I had to hear the word before I would stop...and after just another few seconds, I heard him struggling to say it through his laughter. I said sweetly, "What?" without stopping. He tried again but I said, "Can't hear you, honey. What?" With that, he did manage to yell, "MERCY!"
I stopped, and rolled off him. He flipped over onto his stomach(his bottom half was still on the bed), rested his head on his hands on the bedroom floor and grumbled, "Gawd, I freeking hate that."
I grinned at him as I helped him get back up onto the bed, and told him, "Yeah, I know. That's why I visit my TMF family every day. They don't hate it..."
(And that, dear ones, is how the entire episode became all your faults, respectively, per Bill. 😀)
So then he got dressed and took me to dinner.
Mistress Aura
A short retelling of my husband's recent first experience with, "Oh, sh*t, she's serious this time!" 😱
We had been lazing in bed just the other afternoon and I decided I wanted to quit wasting our day off. I asked him to get up and get dressed, but he was being obstinate and burrowed deeper under the gazillion comforters on the bed as I put on my clothes. I warned him a second time that he needed to get out of the bed, but instead, he started wheedling me to come back to bed instead of making him get up. He was not expecting the next move, and blames all of you here for it, by the way. 😀
(Sidenote: my husband's feet are ticklish to the extreme. He can handle anything else, even hold out longer than a lot of pro-wrestlers when he's in a submission hold, but go for his feet and he's already begging before I lay nail one on his sole.) (Erm--should that have been considered a "footnote"? 🙄 )
I threw back the blankets covering his feet--of course, they shot upwards like lightning (think of how a cat jumps if it's startled while cautiously examining something-LOL) as he tried to get away. However...
...I suppose I have learned just a few more tricks here. Instead of chasing him upwards, I jumped over to the side of the bed and threw myself across his legs. My weight is ample and my strategy took him by surprise. My own legs are extremely strong, so in the flurry of attempted escape on his part, I managed to secure one of his. He immediately started begging, promising to get up, to get dressed, just leave his feet alone, he'd take me to dinner, etc., etc...but I felt just wicked enough to decide he needed a minor lesson in the results of pushing his luck.I'm proud of my nails. They are very long and candy-apple, shiny red--and expensive as hell. 😀 I grabbed the foot I had secured in the leg lock with both hands across the top of it while my weight still somewhat subdued his other leg and kept him captive. He started to struggle in earnest then--I'd never been that aggressive before--but I held on and started to use all 8 of my nails on the sole of his foot. He lost his mind, and again (in a much higher tone of voice, I might add) told me to "stopstopstop!", but I wasn't ready yet. I demanded to hear him say, "Mercy!" Nope, pride was ruling him. What a shame. I had him in an excellent hold and I wasn't going to give it up until he...obeyed...? (*shiver* Oooo, that can be such a sweet-sounding word...😉) Sooo...he refused. And I continued.
He'd wriggled himself around so strenuously to try to get away that he'd managed to get the top half of his body backwards off the bed, so now he was laughing madly and demanding to be let up while his shoulders were practically on the floor. Helpless by his own actions, the poor man... Again I ignored him and focused on what I was doing. I reiterated I had to hear the word before I would stop...and after just another few seconds, I heard him struggling to say it through his laughter. I said sweetly, "What?" without stopping. He tried again but I said, "Can't hear you, honey. What?" With that, he did manage to yell, "MERCY!"
I stopped, and rolled off him. He flipped over onto his stomach(his bottom half was still on the bed), rested his head on his hands on the bedroom floor and grumbled, "Gawd, I freeking hate that."
I grinned at him as I helped him get back up onto the bed, and told him, "Yeah, I know. That's why I visit my TMF family every day. They don't hate it..."
(And that, dear ones, is how the entire episode became all your faults, respectively, per Bill. 😀)
So then he got dressed and took me to dinner.
Mistress Aura
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I shall proceed into 'Ler Lake, perhaps up to my knees, then...
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