Your Mid-Week Update for 07/29/20

Alright, so last week, I talked about turning murder into a family activity and enjoying the companionship and all that. So, I decided to turn it into a thing. On Sunday night, I went out to a bar (because those are open again even though they definitely shouldn’t be) and picked up a man who was incredibly easy to lure home.

Seriously, we’re in the middle of a pandemic and you’re spending your night at a crowded bar. You deserve to die before you get someone else killed with your stupidity.

As you know, I am always happy to oblige.

Getting him into the house was easy enough, luring him to the back was a cinch – p.s. that is not how that word sounds like it should be spelt. Then getting James and Casey to help me bind and gag him was almost boring in its simplicity.

But I have found that doing things as a family is always way more fun.

I can’t believe I never thought to do this before: bring people in to my circle.

Obviously, I have (sort of how I married my husband) and it’s not exactly a normal after-work hangout activity. But having people to share my experiences with has been really nice. I will always love a solo kill. Using the skills I’ve cultivated myself, to have total control over another person, is intoxicating.

Of course, I’ll never force anyone in the house to participate. Heather has still expressed no interest in wielding the bolt cutters herself but didn’t shy away from watching. About ten minutes in, she stopped asking questions and started prompting me. Encouraging me to cut here or prod there. I’ll admit, some of her ideas were pretty ingenious – the man in the chair gave a roaring review.

The thing is…

I liked it.

I liked having someone tell me what to do. I just became the vessel for her mind and only moved when she told me to.

I got a little turned on.

I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything.

I’ve let James do that before and it gave me the same feelings. I think I like…giving control over sometimes. Knowing that I can stop at any time. I could slit her throat if I wanted to – and if she were a stranger ordering me about, I absolutely would have. But I trust her.

So, her commands made me horny.

I don’t know what to do with this information. I don’t know if I should care or play in to it or ignore it completely. I don’t know if it’s her or if it’s just the concept.

I know I didn’t hate it.

And that’s…

That’s weird, right?

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe