friends - adam & the ants

you know the sort - those "i rule the fucking universe" types. the ones who stamp and roar through life like its always somebody else's fault.

i'd met Her through my Mistress originally. She owned a slave too and since we all lived quite close, She'd got it into Her head somehow that w/we were all going to be best f/friends.

since i'd just met them, i assumed they were Mistress' friends. and neither of them said or did anything to contradict me. i thought they were a rock-solid, 24/7, Mistress/slave couple.

the reality was *entirely* different. it was his first bdsm relationship. and She'd been a sub up till they'd met - two months before i met them.

and, surprise surprise, their happy-ever-after hit the rocks. fast. hurt feelings, threats 'n' swearing. She blamed his vanilla girlfriend; he blamed Her husband - "knows what i do, but not involved". attempting to pour oil, i had first Her, then a drunk and weeping him shouting down the phone. shouting things meant for their respective nillas. or, at a push, each other.

She started off blaming me for his faults, then the shortcomings of our entire gender - then quickly spread out to encompass things like american foreign policy and the rise of militant islam.

Her tone was snappy, i had a real sense i was being spoken down to. and She ordered me to contact Her slave or ex-slave (it varied from moment to moment).

i caught up with Mistress later that evening. i explained what'd happened - and how i felt about how i'd been treated by her "Friend".

Mistress told me to cut contact with them both and that She'd deal with it.

although i identify myself as a Female Supremacist, there's only *one* Woman whose orders i jump at - and i have Her initials on my arse!