It’s another quick check-in for me, between creating pages, editing posts, creating Pins , tidying up and getting ready to see my mother. Valkyries didn’t pre-empt my mother’s “alright if I pop in tomorrow?”, by the way. His future-predicting is definitely getting a little shabby as of late.

Things were funny yesterday – I said in my last post that I wasn’t sure if Valkyries would use Embrace, and he did, so I’m now operating this blog and Embrace with him. That could be helpful, in a way: less public disclosure on things that are better discussed in private. 

There isn’t a whole much to write, in that or any other regard. Valkyries and I sparred a lot yesterday, like usual, and it entertained me that earlier in the day, I’d thought it like dancing a tango. Valkyries himself — without knowing my earlier thoughts — also said it’s like a tango. So there’s that whole “simpatico+” thing at work again.

I said that ours was “a tango on the flight deck”. Neither allies nor enemies. I won’t shoot him. Yet.

I did give Valkyries a good run for his money, and I’m not sorry that I did. Valkyries loves to talk about his “Dom training”, and I said that “submissives don’t come with instruction manuals (we’re individuals)”. So the only way for him to learn how useless some of his “training” is is for him to learn, first-hand, that I’m perhaps not like any of the models he’s studied.

Not better than, just different from.

Valkyries did say he was going to ask Master Levi for an “instruction manual” of sorts, which I scoffed at. Teach another man how to do what he does with his wife? Yeah, no, I’m sure he’ll love that.

Yet, in truth, I don’t know that Master could write a how-to on me. We just… work. We worked together, we became friends, and we kept working together and being friends. When I pushed him, he showed me that he wasn’t going to be bothered by me. He didn’t push back, he stayed firm. Unimpressed.

And for me, that was worse than a thousand lashes. No reaction for a brat is the worst reaction, hands down.

Maybe it was his unpredictability that made him so damn sexy? Not that he was unpredicatably violent, but he was unpredictable, full stop. He had a calm personality, and he is calm… at least until he isn’t.

And even then, he’s never overwhelming (well… not always, anyway). He’s very calculated in what he does.

Maybe it’s his Dominant way? God, that man, and for as long as I remember, an Adonis in my eyes. I remember a photo of Master — about twenty years old now — sat, arms folded, wearing a smart black short-sleeved collared shirt, in downlight, staring into the camera with a faint “FAFO” smile on his lips. Fuck me.

That photo still makes me forget how to breathe.

In another, he’s sat with his ankle on his knee, the newspaper on his lap while he reads it. His chin is rested on his hand in thoughtful contemplation while he absorbs the information; his faint smile says that he’s aware of me, but he’s not going to be bothered by me.

How can a man be that goddamn fucking sexy while he reads?! That should be a crime!

In a way, it isn’t what he does do with me, but almost what he doesn’t do, at least until he decides he wants his fill of me.

In a somewhat ironic way, Valkyries — the aspiring Admiral that he is — saw almost the filpside of this situation yesterday. Valkyries talked nukes and shock and awe, and I said that you “don’t create a crater to kill an ant”. You don’t use big bombs to fix small problems.

I also said that “I’m shocked how easy you’re making this for me, and aww, it’s cute that you think you’ll win”. I’m not intimidated, Sir. I’m amused.

It’s amusing too to think that, through being a one-time news junkie and studying geopolitics, I’ve learned more about things like strategic deterrence, posturing and gunship diplomacy than these gentlemen have who spend their time online, blowing one another up in the name of “fun”. The very thing that used to fill me with fear has made me formidable instead.

Valkyries did concede eventually, after he told me that he was impressed by me and he “will happily go down”. I told him that “you can go down… it’ll save your spine while you kiss my ass”.

Of course, it should come as no surprise that I had WAR*HALL’s “Bring That Fire” playing in my ear throughout my little projection of power.

Valkyries did call me “Mrs Martial Arts” this morning too, to which I just cocked my head slightly and smiled. From torpedos to taunts? How adorable.