The Story of O

*deep breath* Okay, before I get into our day, I want to talk about this movie. Master and I were browsing through Netflix trying to find something to watch, when we noticed that The Story of O was one of the selections.

Well both Master and myself had heard a lot about this movie, while reading blogs and other BDSM related websites. So we figured why not.

*small pause*

Why the hell is this movie so damn popular? Is it because of the tits and jungle bush? Cause if it is.. for the love of all that is kinky go rent a 70's porno. It'll be more amusing.

Seriously. While Master and I watched it we were like, "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!" It was all so.... gentle. Okay, yes she gets branded, and she smacked around a bit with riding crop and supposedly a whip. She fucked. That's it.

Now while the thought of being branded scares the hell out of me, and I've never experienced a single tail... still it all seemed like they were trying to portray it in this romantic rose colored glass view point.

They try to show her "struggling" and it was so.... I don't even know how to describe it. Master and I made fun of the movie the entire time. Needless to say I didn't like it at all.

Although while we were watching it suddenly Master told me to lay on my stomach. I was already on my slave mat, so I did as I was told. He came down and sat next to me. Out of no where He had decided to give me a back rub. I greatly appreciated it.

See, I get done talking about romantic rose colored glass and then I go into my Master pampering me. *laughs* But it's not always so... romantic or nice.

I'm not saying Master is cruel. I'm just saying it's not the way it was portrayed in that movie. Then again, is it ever? The fantasy and the reality are often so far from one another as to be unrecognizable.

So anyway.. about our day. Master had decided that He wanted to try and unload a sword we had sitting around the apartment that we just don't like anymore. So we had contacted an antique shop.

According to the friend who gave it to us about three years ago, it was 18th century.. had been handed down.. blah blah blah. Well apparently this particular antique store did in fact have a dealer who specialized in blades. Rock on. It was that dealer's day off, so the store gave us his cell phone number and he agreed to meet us at said store.

He looked at it and told Master that unfortunately it is a reproduction and so he is not interested in it. The dealer was very polite about the whole thing and even apologized. We said thank you. Master and I were both ticked off that our friend had given us a line about this thing when he handed it to us as a wedding present.

Other than that slight annoyance, we've had a very relaxing day.