chiaThePet
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Dear Lisa, my Dominant and I share the wealth of the following glory.
I wake her with a lovely bugle reveille, load her into the wheel barrow for easy
transporting to the hosing station where I lovingly cleanse her pastel skin.
I count and connect the goosebumps from the icy cold water, forming the
varied constellations of the sky. Yes, a sight to behold, a planetarium delight.
Then it's on to the wiglet pavilion where I choose a smart but functional cascade
of synthetic fibers to adorn her glorious smooth scalp, held in place by the tape
of colorful bows from Christmas past. Smart and sassy speaks volumes.
Moving on, it's a fun filled game of "Go Fish" as we try to be the first to retrieve
her upper teeth from the effervescent shimmering pool of Polident Overnight.
Shouts of "I hooked a big one" fill the crisp morning air as the excitement builds
to an unbelievably intense crescendo. "Oooooo, a bi-cuspid, how kinky!"
From there, the excitement builds as we play "Pin the Overalls on the Mistress".
Wonderful giggles fill the morning amid her cries of "Ouch, eeeeeeee, owe."
"Does this pitchfork clash with these?" Cherished moments indeed!
She sits as royalty on the throne, just inches from the tub, reading mesmerizing
excerpts from "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Pasadena" as I fit the
recycled rubber tire orthopedic sandals into place with a spiffy, polished garden
spade. I know can, I know I can.
Ready for the day, She spins happily about the room as I scamper to rescue
falling mementos and quickly sweep away the sparkling shards of broken glass.
Yes, it is once again a most beautiful day with her grace.
On to the kitchen, where we partake in the much bally-hooed daily ritual of
"Catch a Chicken, Get an Egg." She beams with unrivaled emotion as I create
little smiley faces out of ketchup atop Her Eggo homemade waffles. Oh the
magic of the morning!
After the usual competition of breakfast plate frisbee against the dining room wall,
it's off to hitch the little neighbor boys to the carriage for a joyful jaunt into town.
A close-out sale at BigLots becomes the destination of our frenzied and quivering
shouts of "Open, Open, Open". Toilet tissue, twelve double rolls for one dollar,
it's as if God himself has visited us with fortune!
Yes, Lisa, be filled with envy at the wonder which I have brought to your dreams.
Heaven does exist, and exists only for her. Angelic music fills the swirls of eternity
as we dance among the whispering clouds. Soft steps interrupted only by the
occasional 'Thump' of her prosthetic leg falling in playful, swirling spins to the floor.
It is a gift of unimaginable pleasure I share, for it is opportunity to fall to my knees
before her as I re-attach the balance of our worlds. She is my everything........she
is......'Thump'......excuse me for a brief moment.....my shining star amidst a dark,
deary, and unforgiving world.
And we dance, captured in our ritual of pampering, the moments which make
each day just a cut above the Price Is Right. She plays the theme song over
and over, echoing in my devoted ears as she cracks the whip and shouts in
laughter, "Come on down, no not there, no over here, no to the left a little,
no up a bit, warmer, warmer, and we have a winner!"
So little Lisa, work hard, persevere in your love and devotion, these and
so many more unbelievable moments of pampering can be yours to behold.
Each and every one become as the sweet breath of life.....'Thump'.....excuse
me for a brief moment......yes, as the beat of the heart itself, anything for her.
chia* (the pet)
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Love is a many splendid sting.
You can stick me in the corner, but I'll probably just end up coloring on the walls.
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