A weekend full of parties meant that I needed an assist from my weekend Drone.
There were so many parties and events this weekend. My mind is still a little mushy from all the experiences. Let’s focus primarily on my Friday night. This was the night where I needed my weekend drone.
Weekend Drone?
Why are they not just my drone? I have polar opposite feelings about drones and dronification. On the one hand, I love that there is no person, no personality, no identity, they are a drone. I turn them on and off at my leisure. They have no hopes and dreams. Desires are not something they need. They just are. On the other hand, I hate those aspects. I know…
I love deep connection and meaning. The drone experience is not about that. I don’t mean to say it is not meaningful. However, I find the manifestation of that connection has changed, it is altered. There is a coldness to it. Which is what one wants as a drone. And I love playing within those space but I like to keep my toy on temporary duty. Having a drone takes away the reason I want to own you. But owning you makes me want to change you to a drone.
Having a weekend drone is the solution for me. That or I just have a collection. I am not against either plan. Intimacy vs control. Depending on the day my answer will differ. Friday, the drone was perfect. He stood watch as I partook in several BDSM activities and impact scenes. He held my toys when I needed and my attention when he needed.
My special weekend drone. The suit which plays repeated recordings of my voice into his circuitry. The sensory deprivation of the suit which in turn forces the drone to need my every command. It was a delightful Friday. There are still 2 more days to tell you about, perhaps another time.
Ms AmbreJade
