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Pleasant evening in Brussels last night. Went out to a niceLebanese restaurant - really tiny probably only seated about 24 people. Great food n drink. then a couple of drinks then Tiff and I did a little relaxing work on Chris. good job the bed was big enough. anyway it will be breakfast soon and then we move from the hotel to the conference venue which is a big old mansion somewhere in the Brussels burbs for the rest of the weekend. Richard flies in from Kyiv today yay.
Arrived at the hotel we are staying at tonight. Going out soon to eat - me, Chris n Tiff. Going to a Lebanese place.
OK, so I will be leaving later this morning - and I still have a bit of packing to do - and I will be back Sunday evening. I don't know when I will be in contact. I can't get in to many of the sessions at the conference so i might have time to be in contact off and on. It is quite a small conference an Chris has red listed the entire attendance list meaning I am not to fuck or even seriously flirt with anyone. Still, Tiff is coming for back up and Richard is flying in from Kyiv tonight for his speech tomorrow evening and his session Saturday so I will have some "company".
So a quiet one in 2night cos we are off to Brussels tomorrow. my sevice to you all will depend on when i get breaks at the event, i don't know what sessions i will be allowed in to or whether it will be just front of house and hostessing.
I think im lucky. I get fucked at least once a day, usually twice and often more than twice. On ocasion a lot more than twice.
Love it
Making Contact
About a week after I was told that Richard's friends had tracked down Amelia she phoned. It was a long conversation after we had spent about an hour sobbing in each others ears. I mean my sis and i had had no contact for 3 years and so much had happened. we have spoken lots of times since butt i bet we still havent told one another everything.
one thing i remember is how i sobbed AFTER the call with all the guilt i felt. i had to get an emergency appointment with my therapist.
of course dad went off the roof when i ran away. i had fucked up whatever plans he had and one thing about my dad was he didnt like not getting his way and he certainly didnt like an escapee from his carefully crafted system of the roles assigned to my sister and me.
my dad had a view - or excuse - that there were basically two types of women - wives and whores. A good wife was obedient, dressed demurely to the instructions of her man, was a good homemaker, had babies and was satisfied with vanilla sex and maybe the occasional blowjob. A whore was obedient and dressed as her master told her, could stand in on domestic things if the wife was tired and took any type of sex that the man wanted - however humiliating, degrading, rough or whatever. Oh yeah she was a resource for friends as well cos she didnt have any worth.
dad had it all sorted. Amelia was clearly a good wife so I clearly was, well you can guess.
the trouble was when i ran away he was a whore short. Amelia said he was distracted from that when the first moved to the US cos he had a new community to fit in to and a new job to get up to speed on. so while he was buying a gun, joining an evangelical church, and getting in with the work hierarchy it was fine especially as Amelia was getting bigger and bigger with the soon to be Zoe.
but then things started to change. dad started to buy her the sort of underwear that he used to buy for me. not he white or pink cotton but the black or red lacy. and he suggested that she started to wear stockings - only round the house of course. then he bought her toys. not dildoes or vibes. butt plugs. Amelia had nver had anything up her butt - that had been my job. she did it of course - she was a good girl and a good wife. and a good wife and a good girl does what her man tells her without discussion or complaint. she knew it was only a matter of time before it was something else and not just a plug.
she was so shocked about my time on the streets and other things that had happened tp me. she did say that i wouldn;t have had too put up with that if i had only stayed obedient. so it was sort of my fault. well i have always accepted that all that was aconsequnce of me running away but that was ok. my decision - my outcomes.
but i now had this massive guilt that Amelia had taken on some of the whore role for which she was untrained and unprepared. i should say that didnt happen til after Zoe was born but stll. i mean she wasn't supposed to suffer cos of me. but she did. we love one another so she didnt say it was my fault tho maybe we will have some sort of conversation about that one day.
at that time we were happy to be in contact again and could tell one another how much we loved one another. tho she still didnt understand how i couldnt love daddy. I mean Jesus...she still didn't get it. She went to church on Sundays and listened while the preacher talked about jezebels and boys who wanted to be girls and the threats of white women having black babies and then went home and did what her man told her to do even tho now she was being told to be a jezebel - well once the lunch was cooked anyway.
i don't know what we are going to do with her.
A red haired beauty
Had a very good evening as Chris decided that after working all day he needed a bit of stress relief. Why does providing stress relief for a man leave you so tired and sore?
oh dear - if you will sneak into people's houses - at least its not the three bears
Got to go do some food shopping and its so cold n wet. sigh. when i get back i am going to warm up in the bath
shit its rainig again. and cold. Chris is working in prep for the weekend conference. i have to think about what i am wearing cos there are two dinners n drinks and i have to be well presentable. At the weekend that is cos i am going too.
Haha, i've done that. not in my car i don't drive but in a friends and a roadside change is so risky n hot.
Fucking cold last night. i mean it was an open air theatre so i was dressed in my apre ski stuff cos we knew it would get cold. pity i hadnt thought about gloves. it was really funny waalking across london when it was still warm and im dressed for the mountains n there r loads of girls wearing my usual saturday night in london clothes - virtually nuthin.
Still Chris n Richard warmed me up wen we got home.
Going to London to eat, walk and go to the theatre.
Hiya just to give u a heads up. I am going to Brussels on Thursday and will be there til Sunday night. As always I will try to keep in touch over the weekend but I can't guarantee how much and when.
