House Sharing

This is the first time I ever lived away from my parents (awwww, bless, etc. etc.) so everything started out as an awesome novelty. This house also started out with only four people living in it. M/Michael/my boyfriend/owner (yay nominal confusion), John, Jade and Dan. I moved in after about two months, and then Jade left, helpfully leaving us all of her kitchen utensils. To replace her, Gary moved in. Gary requires some explanation. A 24 year old virgin who owns a few thousand video games from every era, Gary is possibly the nicest person IN THE WORLD. If you asked him nicely, he would give you all his money, and let you stamp on his face. The poor guy wound up living in this house, and I'm not sure what that is doing to his sanity.

Yes, this house. This infamous pit of depravity. Mostly having its bad reputation because Michael lives here. Everybody knows that he is a Deparaved and Evil Human Being™, which basically means that our parties are always really awesome. They also frequently end with nudity, whips, butter (ok that only happened once), facepaints, violence (courtesy of lil' old me, the legendary psycho drunk), lesbians (me again) and terrible things happening to whichever poor fool passes out. So far our greatest achievement has been the 3 day Halloween party, involving 5 litres of vodka, 90 cans, various other miscellaneous alcohols, facepaints, and lots and lots of boobies. Yay for boobies!

So, What Do We Do?

We have a business. M quit his job (which he hated) and now he works for himself, and I work for him. We make collars. Or, he makes collars, and I help sometimes, in my unique and not that helpful way.

The company is called The Collar Box. We have a website!

Yeah, I am a corporate tool.

Lilly Scabette is Back!

Yes, I have returned to the blogosphere (whatever the fuck that is) and I have a lot to report.

Firstly, I, the free-range icon of commitment-phobic whoredom, am now in a commited and long term relationship. I am now living with M. Yes, I packed up and moved 200 miles to live with him. I've been here more than 6 months now.

Also, after years as an independent feral creature, I am now a domesticated pet slave. Not a particularly obedient pet, more the kind that scratches holes in the sofa while you're not looking, but still. I have an owner, and he does a pretty good job of not just putting up with me, but actually being nice and making things better. I am looked after and loved and in love. Which is all very nice and sickly-sweet, but not exactly interesting for you, dearest reader. Yes, I am considering your needs, so be grateful.

Luckily for you, stuff also happens here. We live in a houseshare, have friends and social life and such, and there is always plenty of petty drama and sexual deviance going on. You will be so glad that I came back.