I got myself a letter from lalana.
Here’s the game:
You leave a comment (asking for a letter) on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on.
My letter is M. (lalana went easy on me!) I will attempt to refrain from saying “Master’s ______” for every spot, but I make no guarantees.
1. Master (Obvious choice, I know. But if you ask me about things I love, he is number one. Everything else is going in no particular order. But Master gets the top spot, for always and in all ways.)
2. Masochism (Or, wait. Maybe I hate it. Hrm… I never can tell.)
3. Marriage (I really, really want to get married. REALLY. Gimmie.)
4. Mmmmm (Okay, okay. It’s not a word or an object or a person or even an idea. It’s a sound. But I love it when it comes out of my Master.)
5. Manic Street Preachers/Mogwai/Morrissey/Muse – MUSIC! (I don’t know where I’d be without it. Everything from the music my parents played, to my embarrassing taste in music in jr. high school, to just listening to my brother play his guitar. Music is amazing.)
6. Midnight (This is my clever way of saying I’m not a morning person. I prefer the late hours to the early ones. BY FAR. I love the dark and the stars and the ability for midnight to be calm and alone, or frenzied and amazing.)
7. Mercy (I’ve needed it, much more than I can express. I’ve gotten it, and it’s more than I deserve.)
8. March (My birthday is in March, and my birthday is something I have only recently learned to love.)
9. Master’s Scent (This is cheating with the “M” thing. I know it is. I just fail to care. There is something about the way he smells… It’s intoxicating. I can smell him everywhere, and no one else seems to be able to smell him like I do. It’s like his scent was made specifically for me to experience, and it shines stronger than anything else. If he holds a piece of Tupperware? I can smell him on it. I absolutely fucking LOVE the way he smells.)
10. Me (Okay, fine. This one isn’t 100% true. But I know I’m getting there, and I know the man responsible for it.)
On a random note…
Guess who started boilermaker tailgate chili at stupid o’clock in the morning today…
Guess who was busy last night cutting up all the ingredients so it would be ready to dump in the crock pot this morning, and got fucking capsaicin from the jalapeños on two of her fingers and her cheek and was in miserable, burny, can’t-wash-it-off, won’t-go-away pain…
Guess who immediately thought to herself “Hmmm, I bet this could be put to use elsewhere!” and had to quell a strong desire to test the effects of capsaicin on more sensitive skin…
Wait…
WHY ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ME?!?
It totally wasn’t me.
Pffft.
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(But really. Has anyone tried that? Is it as horrible/awesome as I’m thinking it would be? Someone needs to share. Or someone needs to “let it slip” to their Master they omg-so-wanna-try-it, and THEN share. It’s in the name of science, people. Or, well, okay, it’s not. But whatever, it sounded good. Science FTW!)
I’m proud of you – I gave out my letters at about the same time your ass was making that chili, so I didn’t realize that “M” could be Master down the whole list. Hell, I had to say the alphabet in my head to pick letters for people.
xoxo
lalana
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Capsaicin is fun. It’s actually not that uncommon in sex – I’m a little surprised you’re not familiar with the use. Do try, be careful the first time, and of course a little goes a long way. The key to remember is that you have to wash thoroughly and it often won’t come all the way off even then, so be prepared for lingering burn.
Freshly ground chili powder feels lovely.
-kat’s Master
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Chloe Reply:
January 25th, 2009 at 1:41 pm
kat’s Master~
“I’m a little surprised you’re not familiar with the use.”
Don’t be… I’m terribly naive.
I wasn’t indoctrinated into BDSM (or kink, or just plain sex) culture online (or anywhere else, really), and most of my ideas come from three places – naturally occurring (such as getting capsaicin on my fingers when cooking), reading the few blogs I read, and Master bringing things to my attention. Thazit. You’ll probably see me exclaim over what are commonplace BDSM things often. (Or exclaiming over entirely random sexual things. Master once brought “looners” to my attention and all I was agape for a solid half hour.)
You’ll have to forgive my dorkiness and non-hip-to-the-common-pain ideas.
Thanks for stopping by. I’ll keep in mind the chili powder, and I’m looking up peeled ginger root too. Sounds ouchy.
~Chloe
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I realize this is an older post, but I’m new to your blog and was just poking around. I gave in to my curiosity when making chili once. It’s not worse than childbirth, but be prepared to clean it off in a hurry. You might also indulge your curiosity after chopping up the milder peppers first and see what you think, for example see if you can handle the intensity of jalepeno before trying habenero. Soap and water will not wash away the stuff in the peppers. To get it off, soak your hands in milk or vegetable oil, then wash it off. Sometimes it takes a few washings to get the sting off. I still avoid rubbing my eyes as long as I can.
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Chloe Reply:
February 22nd, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Welcome, K! Thank you for the comment AND the insight. I’m going to have to figure out what I can tolerate, because the whole “takes a few washings” terrifies me. I was rubbing my hands in alcohol-based hand sanitizer and not getting anywhere.
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as I laid here on the floor, giggling insanely (yes, I’m certified!) Master quirked an eyebrow at me and said “are you sure you two weren’t separated at birth?
HA! He wishes!
on a side note, you should try ginger root….I believe the practice is called figging. The things you learn with a British Master……
*squirms*
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