Pedestal @ MindSay

The penthouse door opened to a spacious room with an open foyer where they were greeted by a young man in a black, silver and red vinyl army Captain’s uniform of classic European fashion, complete with stiletto boots, officer’s cap, and riding crop. He didn’t bother to look at the invitation verification, snapped to attention with a smart salute, eyes forward with a bright smile of recognition.   

With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband.  She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.

“We’re twins!”  She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert.  She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.

They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt.  His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more.   He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically.  The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.

“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”

“Yes two”   

The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her.  He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”

She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.

They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks.  She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?” 

“Ohh yes, please”  She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.

“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?”  She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.

“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”

“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”

She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture  . . . and smiled thinking of him.

He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy.  He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room.  He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives.  She watched the crowd throughout the room.  The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings.  The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls. 

He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself.   She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit.  She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place. 

She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash.  She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.

“All better now?”  the aide, checked her again to  make sure she was perfect

“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir”  She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.

He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done.  She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her.  She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers  . . .

A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .

Okay folks, the lovely and vocal Goddess I am working with is Brigid!  And let's just say I think I perfered Mauve's subtle influences in my life with her preferences then Brigid's..................not that I don't enjoy Brigid's influence *said in a tongue in check voice while grinning*

So how did Brigid get me today?  Well as some of you know (the ones that actually read my blog) Randy and I are having some issues.  They could be major or the could be minor but either way they have been issues that have been burning for some time now.  And one of them is concerning the vechile I drive.  Or don't drive in Brigid's case.  Right now I am driving a 1992 Astro Van.  High in miliage but great on gas.  Old looking, dirty on the inside because the last owner never steam cleaned it but other wise cleaned of all trash.  We have a 1995 Chevy Lumina sitting in one of our sheds in pretty dayum good condition.  The only problems we have with it are the doors.  The driver's side doens't open at all and the passenger side door only opens from the inside.  Brigid knows that I have been sooooooooooo tired of fighting lately and the past few years I have only really been opening my mouth to Randy on big issues that I have been letting the small ones slide because I just don't have the energy anymore to keep arguing over the same dayum things. 

Well she spoke up about 3 weeks ago and told me to get after Randy to get the Luminu up and going before winter hit.  I told her that it wasn't a good time right at the moment because I jsut dropped a hundred or so on new brakes on his truck.  Well next thing I know Brigid the lovely Goddess made sure the passenger side window of the astro wouldn't go back up.  It took me 3 weeks to get Randy to attempt to fix it and what does he do?  He shatterst he window in the door!  Brigid is laughing the whole time and tells me to start opening my mouth again and to fuck everyone including family memebers who have a problem with me telling it like it is.  That is also one of the things she wants me to work on.........I stopped opening my mouth to family memebers because they either ignore me or blame me for issues or say they care about me and then turn around and treat someone who isn't as close to them or not even blood related as queen or king..............she wants me to open my mouth again because so many in the family need to be knocked off their pedestals and I will never get past her to another goddess if I don't start opening my mouth again! 

Anyway I have been driving the van as is and driving the truck when it rains (it's got brakes now yaya!) and I had a total unexplainable blonde moment from the neitherworlds!  I don't even know how the hell it happened!  Until I heard Brigid laughing manicaly in the back ground and Coltin going "MOM!  The Truck!"

What did I do?  Can someone explain to me how I parked Randy's big ass BLUE truck behind my RED van last night and this moring, I load the kids and myself up into ..........the VAN and promptly back into the TRUCK!  I was awake!  We weren't running late!  Brigid blinded my ass and the kids' asses to the truck sitting behind the van until the back doors of the van went *CRUNCH* and being the Goddess of Metal, she made dayum sure Randy's truck was just fine.  A red mark and a few scratches on the chrome grill guard but otherwise just honeky dory!  Insurance won't pay for Randy to get a new Grill because it was an add on.......doesn't matter that in the Midwest grill guards are a safety feature!  Oh well maybe next year I will buy Randy a new middle peace for his grill guard.

Ya think maybe Brigid wants me to act a lil bit quicker with her influence then Mauve?  I think so.  It isn't like I don't know how to voice my opinion.  TRUST ME!  I DO!  The last few years I have just stopped voicing it to those who have constantly hurt my feelings, have written me off in various ways, and as Brigid says:  "Girl, you have a lot of people you do for both close to you in life and those that live far away and they treat you like crap and think they are the shit!  It's time for you to start opening your mouth again and let them see the FIRE in YOUR HEAD and kick them off their pedestals!"  And Brigid wants me to start close to home.  This should be interesting!

Randy isn't to happy because even though the Astro Van is drivable it looks like a pure rezed out ghetto hoppied ass van now and I refuse to drive it; thus on his three days off for Labor Day.............he is going to get the driver's side door working, he is going to handle the kids, and going to finish his Honey Do List so I can start making the winterizing the house list of things I can't do for him!

Shakes my head and again says seeeeeeeee why I am not a big fan of "adults".

Now not many folks know this about me, basically because I don't flaunt it about like so many others do, I am an ordianed minister through the ULC and SHC churchs.  The main reason I got ordianed is so I could marry some pagan friends of mine legally.  They wanted a handfasting but also wanted it legal but didn't want two ceremonies.

I am the first person to say I am HUMAN.  I am also the first person to say I am spiritual but NOT one to bow, scrape, feel guilt, and always do the right things for my fellow man.  Basically because of my faith.  In my faith, one helps themselves before they go begging, asking, pleading, and such for "higher" help.  This also includes asking for mundane help on this plane of existance.  But when one person does ask for help and still struggles I do NOT hold it against them unless they start playing the victim or otherwise irritate the hell out of me.

I am a very hard person to like because I speak my mind.  Always have always will.  And does it irritate me that if I say one thing and someone disagrees with me and then turns around and agrees with someone else for saying the exact same thing?  Why yes it does.  And those ppl no longer are in my world then.

So what is this whole pondering of human nature about?  Well simply put, I like mindsay, a lot better then other blog sites.  But just like other places in this world both physical and cyber, people always, always show their true colors.  They put someone up on a pedestal and that someone DARES to be human, and have inner issues and inner pain and do something or somethings that show they need help, those folks that put them up on pedestals are usually the first ones to climb a ladder and push their friend off of that pedestal they put them on! 

Usually when this happens to ppl I know or to even myself, the first thing I say is:

"Well you found out who your friends are and who they aren't.  Cry, rant, rave and then be done with them.  Hold your head high, and get on with your life."

I am not perfect and I am human and myself have done the same things others have done to some of my friends.  I have also learned my lesson when it was done back to me because "GASP" I am human and someone DARED to tell me the pain in my life and how I was dealing with it at that time was WRONG.  How do these ppl know it is wrong?  They are so perfect and have done NOTHING to hurt others and regretted it?  Hardley!

These same ppl that love to throw stones are no better then the vilest human beings alive especially when they threaten, brag, and condem others because THEY put these ppl on pedestals and found out they are just like everyone else and are HUMAN.

What they need to realize is Nature no matter human, animal, or plant is the survival of life and when these ppl deciede that someone's life isn't up to par to their views it isn't up to them, society, or the gov't to judge them.  It is up to their Gods, their minds, and what is in their hearts and nobody elses.  Maybe humans need to start taking a step back and realize that animals are lot more intune with their societies, families, and mates then humans ever could wish to be.  And then take a page out of the animals book and start living their life with nature and not with what "society" thinks.