Why we *really* need to win the football.

You know I said the slave was not well? Well today began with me ringing for an emergency appointment then frogmarching him to the Doctor. You see left to his own devices, he suffers from 'Suffer And Worry Those Around You Constantly About One’s Health But Avoid Going To The Dr At All Costs Syndrome'. It’s a common English disease, especially amongst the male populous. I blame it on us not winning the World Cup since 1966, and can only conclude it's some subconscious attempt to prove their masculinity to redress the balance.    

Anyway, he staggered into the Dr this morning looking very unwell indeed, grey of pallor, breathless, and with what was obviously rather bad kidney pain. My parting words were that if they didn’t suggest one he was to ask for a diabetes test, and to get a flipping new inhaler.    

He emerged again a few minutes later with referrals for an ECG and a diabetes test (neither of which he had to ask for), and a prescription for a new inhaler (ditto). The Doctor said the region he had said pain in was indeed his kidneys and seemed rather concerned, not giving N the impression that he thought he was wasting his time at all (no shit Sherlock).

Anyway, he is at least now going to prodded and poked to find out what’s going on with him. I’m glad he is getting checked out at least.

Some people need to be flipping well owned. All that hysterical online worry about slaves having limbs amputated by power-mad owners particularly makes me laugh as I am fairly certain that if N were to accidentally sever a limb he would try to look stoic and causally say 'Oh it's nothing to worry about, I'll just take some lemsip then I'm bound to grow a new one' as he looked for a mop to clean up the arterial blood gushing on the oak flooring before it stained.

'Honestly, I'm fine Mistress. No problems here!'

Q&A

Q: Why start a blog now?
A: Because I get asked the same things a lot and I thought this might be a good way to respond. Also, I like the recently referenced idea of being able to 'rabbit on' (geddit?) about my opinions without speaking as mod of the Owner/ property board I help run.

Q: Why am I called 'Mistress Tiara'? (Which in a moment of wild efficiency, I actually forgot to say in my opening post. I should probably write a bio at some point).
A: Because it made me laugh because it was so camp and funny and irreverent. Because it sounds like a drag Queen name and that rather tickles my sense of subversion. Probably because I loved Courtney Love so very much when I was younger, than I used to run around in a grungelike manner wearing a tiara, ripped fishnets and a sexy nightie, and to be honest I've never quite gotten over it (I really do like to be the girl with the most cake and I still own a tiara or two). Because when you abbreviate it to MT it phonetically sounds like 'empty'. Because as 'Queen Of The Universe' and I am sure I deserve a lovely crown, even if it is just an imaginary one? Because my life is generally so very far away from tiara wearing, that it is a hilarious joke if you actually know me.... and because I chose it on a whim once years ago and it stuck and now I can't be bothered to change it. It's a username.

Q: How often will you blog?
A; Whenever the whim is upon me, I imagine.

Q: What will be the thrilling topic of your blogs?
A; My experiences in an Owner/ property relationship. Power exchange. Ownership. Slavery.  BDSM. My relationships. Politics. My life. What I am doing, feel like ranting or musing regarding on any particular day, and other 'Really Deep Thoughts'.
　
Q; Do I actually believe I own N?
A; Yes. As does he. It makes us happy. It's how we live our life. It extends to every corner of Us. He's mine :)