My Painful Qwest Experience

How my morning started...

Qwest:  How can I help you

Me: I need to set service for my apartment.

silence

Qwest: Is this for an existing line or a new account

Me: New account please

silence

Qwest:  Can I have your name please

Me: (Insert My Legal Name Here) but it will be under (Insert husbands Legal Name and My Legal Name Here).

Qwest: ok (Legal Name), can you please give me your account number

Me: umm, huh? It’s a new account, I don’t have an account number

Long Silence

Qwest: ok (Legal Name), what is it I can help you with.

Me: I need to set up service for my apartment (didn’t we cover this one?)

Silence

Qwest: ok (Legal Name), I can help with that.  What kind of service did you need.

Me: phone service, the cheapest possible.  No call waiting, no forwarding, just a basic in and out calls, no long distance.

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), I can help with that.  Did you want internet service as well?

Me: no thank you, just phone.

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), did you want cable or any other services?

Me: no thank you, just phone.

Qwest: ok (LN), yes, ok, I can take care of this for you

Me: (rolling eyes at the phone and noting my cell minutes being utilized)

Silence

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), can I have the address please

Me: (address), (apt U###), Portland, 97###

Qwest: ok (LN), what state

Me: Oregon

Qwest: Oregon?

Me: Yes, Oregon (has she not heard of Oregon before?)

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), your in building A?

Me: no, Building U

Qwest: building U?

Me: yes, U, like as in Underdog, U! (growing impatient now)

Qwest: what city?
Me: Portland?

Qwest: ok (LN), I can help with that.

Silence

Qwest: can you please hold while I get a supervisor

Me: Yes (thankful someone who knows what they are doing is coming to help…or so I think)

Really long silence

Qwest: ok (LN), I’m getting a supervisor can you continue to hold

Me: yes

Really long silence

Qwest: ok (LN), I’m almost done setting up your account, if you can hold just a little longer.

Me: thank you.

LONG SILENCE

Qwest: ok (LN), what is your social security number?

Me: ###-##-####

Qwest: ok (LN), thank you

Me: silent

AND yet, more Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), the social security number you gave me was your husbands number not yours.

Me: what?  The number ###-##-#### is my number.

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), but the social is showing in our records that it is his number

Me: well then your records are wrong…I’m 46, I think I know my own social security number.

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), it may be your social security number but the old account was under your husbands name but he used your social security number

Me: my husband doesn’t know his own social security number let alone mine.  Besides I’M the one who set up the account.  (taking a deep breath and regaining composure).  Ok, it doesn’t matter, what do I need to do to get service.

Silence

Qwest: ok (LN), there is a past due of $11.06 on the account.

Me: ok, thought we took care of that when I closed the account, but ok.

Qwest: we cannot start your new service until the past due is paid.

Me: ok, I need to get back to work now so I’ll take care of that this afternoon.  Thank you for you help. Bye.

Ok – THIS WAS TOO FUCKING PAINFUL. – 15minutes, 20 seconds!

And what was with all the silent moments?

I’m hoping that when I call back this afternoon I will be lucky enough to get someone who knows what the Fuck they are doing!

What I learned about today – Don’t call Qwest without at least one cup of coffee in your system and about 20 cell spare cell phone minutes.

But hey, it's all worth it to make sure that you get the very best phone sex available >:)

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Hump Day

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Before The Party

The groceries for the party were brought inside, and I heard him bolt the door behind me, no problem, that is what we do.

Before I could turn around, his hand was in my hair and his grip was on my arm and I was flung around and pushed onto the armrest of the leather sofa. He was over the top of me, his voice in my ear, telling me about how I was going to get what I had been asking for, what I deserved. He told me he was going to take me into the bedroom and to cooperate or he might accidentally hurt me if I hit a wall or the hardwood floor to hard. He did so in a way that I knew it was a threat. He was making me wet.

He held both arms tightly around my back, it hurt and I told him so, but he didn’t release. He reached around and put the other hand on my large breasts and pulled me to stand up. My shoulders hurt and I was turned on that he wasn’t giving me any room to squirm. I started to speak and his hand came up around my mouth tightly.  His fingers tasted salty as my toung rolled across them from behind.  He gritted his teeth and told me to be silent. He removed his hand and I started to speak. Immediately, he threw me across the arm of the sofa again, thus releasing my arms. I wasn't able to catch myself and the impact almost knocked the wind out of me. I started to get up and his knee was on my back, holding me down. My pants and panties were pulled down harshly and a loud smack came across my ass. I turned my head to tell him it was too hard and he hit my ass again, harder this time. He told me to shut up or my face would be next. So I silenced.

He pulled my pants all the way off, hands back around my back again and reached around to roughly pull me up…then pushed me to the bedroom. He thrust me to the side of the bed and bent me over, releasing my arms and telling me to put them over my head and leave them there. Of course, I didn’t leave them there and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so my neck was exposed. I could hear him messing with his pants and figured he was going to fuck me….he released my hair and pushed my head down hard on the bed. Then I felt his belt across my ass. He did it 2 or 3 times, each time, telling me “stay”. I got it this time. And stayed still, my ass cheeks stinging.

Just then we heard a knock at the door.  He grabbed my hair one more time and harshly lifted my ear to his lips. He said “pull your fucking pants up slut and I’ll finish with you later”, then he threw me back down onto the bed, carelessly tossed my pants at me and walked out to greet our guests.

Binding His Slave

So yesterday was a relaxing Sunday.  Hung around the apartment, did some laundry, dishes, domestic duties I hate to do.  Took some time out for my new favorite past time... Masturbating to rape porn. But the exciting part of today was that I was going to get to tie and play with a Slave of one of my Dom photographer friends.

We went to their house about 4:30 this afternoon.  I was dressed in my "rigging" clothes which consist of long black dance pants, black tank top, and a pretty matching pantie and bra set so that you had something fun to look at when the tank top came down too low.  Makeup tonight was darker, heavier.  My hair up with slight ringlets down around my face.  I felt good.  Bag-O-Evil in tow (that is what I call my childsize backpack stuffed full of rope, clothes pins, duct tape, pointy things, prickly things, and of course, bondage duck...he vibrates).

After the embarrasement of finding out the bottle of wine we brought as a gift had gone bad, we sat for some small talk, cheese and crackers...then headed down to the dungeon...er...studio.

The scene was great fun as it turned into a photoshoot as well as a bondage session mixed with a little girl on girl playtime.  Now, the thing about me playing with girls...yea, well, I don't exactly know for sure when they orgasm.  I love the part where I get to play with them, and I love the part where I get to hurt them (if they want), and I LOVE the part where they start to shake and quiver....but I don't know...maybe I just need more practice? LOL.

The problem with tying, then playing, in a photographers studio is that once I start focusing on the play partner, I loose total focus on the symetry of my rope.  I know that does't make sense to most people (who the hell cares if your ropes are straight or have the same amount of knots)...oh well.  We got some great pics out of the night...and as usual, I left something behind (I always do that, drives me nuts)...my scissors.  Don't leave home without them and DEFINATELY don't tie someone up in rope without them near.

I need to realize how much energy Topping takes out of me.  I was exhausted last night, and couldn't stay up long enough to update this page.  I had people to connect with, didn't do that either.  I usually spend time on the Club Sesso chat on Sundays from 9-11...didn't even make it to that.  On the up side, it wasn't an intense play session so it is unlikely I'll be dropping.

Ahhh, I love my life....

Off to shower, it's Monday...again....

The Beginning

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