A bitch is not feeling very well today. It appears to be a cross between Ebola and allergies. Suffice it to say, this bitch feels like shit!
The only reason my ass doesn’t feel like total and complete shit is…well...the Novak incident.
Joy, bliss, extreme schadenfreude and the introduction of ABB’s new dream-based submissive!
My eyes have seen the glory of the Prince of Darkness imploding on CNN! Not only did the POD cuss on live television (not a huge failure, since no one watches Inside Politics…and he only said bullshit), not only did he storm off the set like a spoiled schoolboy (honey, you can’t let the Ragin’ Cajun get to you like that) but the whole fight was over none other than…Katherine “damn, that baby’s ugly” Harris!
Say it together now…fantabulous!
Chil’ren, my ass was riding a wave of extreme shadenfreude!
Obviously, a bitch chose the POD to answer to the rod of correction in my dreams last night!
ABB…wet black leather, 4-inch heels with steel points and my wicked bamboo rod of political correction.
POD…bare-assed naked and prostrate at my feet.
“Who’s been a bad, bad boy?” I ask, cutting the rod through the air.
“Me, Mistress! I’ve been naughty! I leaked the name of a covert operative as revenge for that bastard Wilson telling the truth and I used filthy language on live television.” Novak the POD confesses in a harsh whisper.
“Oh, that’s just the recent shit. You are such an asshole! My ass isn’t even sure if you are worthy of correction, you pathetic has-been sell-out Opus Dei little shit!” I ponder, slapping the rod into the palm of my hand.
“No Mistress! No, I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy, but please bless me with correction so that I may change my wicked ways!” Novak the POD shudders and silently prays that his dream-based Mistress does not spare him the rod.
“Fine. 20 lashes. Assume the position.”
This bitch woke up with a smile on my face…but damn those heels make a bitch’s ankle hurt.
What a wonderful way to start the day…riding a wave of shadenfreudal S&M!