GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER!

I answered the phone last week and a voice from the past came through loud and clear.  It was my old friend Clarice calling from California to ask if she might stop by to say hello during her Christmas visit to the eastern part of the U.S.A.  It was good to hear from her again, and if you have been following my blog for many years,  I'm sure you'll remember her as one of my three best Femdom friends, along with Vanessa and Patsy.


In case you don't remember, Clarice is the amazon-like body builder who likes women as lovers and men as slaves.  Through most of the period that I knew her, she had a husband who worked and supported her despite the fact that he was regularly beaten and kept in the basement when not waiting on Clarice and her lover of the moment.  He evidently thrived on the harsh physical abuse, and remained loyal to Clarice up until the time he had a terrible car accident and was rendered physically unable to serve her.


Clarice moved on and eventually wended her way to California where she thrived in the female bodybuilding world, and continued her lesbian/slave driver existence.  Our communication since her move has been spotty, but it was good to hear from her and I was most interested in seeing her again.  I might add that Clarice often tried to make a lover out of me, but since I always rejected that option, her second choice was for me to be her Dom!  Strange indeed, and I did enjoy frustrating her by pretending I was actually considering it at times, but of course dominating women is not in my repertoire, and there was no chance that something like that would happen.


As for her relationship with my husband Karl, well that's an interesting story.  She always resented his connection to me as my sub husband, and one time willingly demonstrated her expertise with a flogger on Karl as she taught me the proper technique in using that brutal implement.  I made sure that she didn't really damage Karl, but she often told him that one day she'd be alone with him, and.......well, he wouldn't get off so easy.  Karl took her very seriously, and was truly scared to death at the thought that such a thing could happen.  I used the threat of her for years as a form of keeping Karl on his best behavior.


So you can imagine the horror on Karl's face when I told him that I was going to invite Clarice for Christmas dinner, along with Vanessa and Patsy, and that he was going to prepare and serve the dinner.  The word "ashen" might best describe his face, and I've rarely seen his eyes as wide open in fright as they were at the prospect of being anywhere near Clarice again.


I was certainly enjoying his reaction, so I felt compelled to add that "I think I'll invite Clarice to spend several days in our house before Christmas.  I might have some last minute tasks to attend to, and she can "slave sit" you while I'm gone."  Karl literally screamed out "No, please don't let me alone with her!"  To which I just smiled and said, "We'll see.  And that little outburst will cost you an hour in the corner plus ten with the paddle before you begin and ten after.  Work on a proper apology while looking at the wall."


And so I left Karl there, and I'll leave here for the moment while plans are being made with Vanessa and Patsy for Clarice's arrival.  More to come.