For many reasons, i keep my interest in all things D/s hidden from almost all my friends, and all of my family. i am very protective of it. It's mine -- my delicious little secret. It means a lot to me.
my mother is here for a visit this week. She takes good care of her "little girl", almost to the point of hovering. No, wait. No "almost" about it. She hovers.
She came into my bedroom this morning while i was getting dressed, and started what some might call snooping. But it's not, because snooping implies some sort of covert activity. And my mother pokes through my things right out in the open, right in front of me. No such thing as privacy or personal space, because, as she says, "Well, I'm curious!"
Okay, well, if you're going to snoop, you better be prepared to see things that might shock you. She was going through some books that were stacked on my dresser. i tried to stop her, but i wasn't quick enough. What book should she come across but my well-read, rather dog-eared copy of SM101 by Jay Wiseman. The moment was priceless. She picked up the book, she looked at the cover, she looked at me, she looked back at the cover, and very calmly set the book back down, front cover down. i swear she almost put it back with just two fingers, like it was unclean or something. Part of me was trying to come up with a reason why i might have that book that would be acceptable to my mother. There was also a big part of me that was trying like hell not to laugh like a loon. i have to hand it to her. She didn't miss a beat -- just kept right on "snooping" and chatting.
i guess i should have been more careful. Oh boy, i guess i also better find a better hiding place for my nipple clamps and my mini-flogger.
