Pump it up!

One of those strange fantasies that I have, that theoretically at least is possible, is forced lactation. Yes, I know, have a baby (too old now anyway), let him suckle, and you will produce milk. Thing is, thats not the way my kink plays out! No, what I fancy is being milked by a machine, just like a cow. Literally ideally, though given my physical health, it might be easier if my ‘udders’ could be connected up to said milking machine while being sat up, rather than having to do it on hands and knees. Even with padding, I’m not sure how long my knees would take being in that position anyway.

The big snag with the concept, is the fact that milking machines are designed for cow udders, and the human nipple is a lot smaller, to put it mildly! I guess putting the whole breast in a milking cup might work, though how efficient that would be at producing milk, I have no idea? Maybe someone would like to tell me. Having my nipples, err, modified to fit into those milking machines might be an interesting experience lol! But yes, I’d love it!

This is the one fantasy of mine that I have no idea where it originated from, honest. Hey, I’ve never even seen a cow milked other than on film/TV! But all the same, the idea, of being pumped, and producing milk, yes, it appeals greatly. There are various drugs/herbs that can be used to induce milk, but I have no idea how effective they are, but I’d love to find out! Probably only once, probably not for too long, but all the same…

Whether I would also produce, err, cream, might be another issue!

But if anyone wants to give me the chance, or I guess, adapt one of the more standard human milking machines, to produce the more powerful suction effect, then let me know, I’d love to get connected up, and see if I could produce any milk. And fine, if I can’t, we can always try for a while at least lol! 😉

Christmas present, oh, I wouldnt say no!

The video, its in the title!

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Lonely this Christmas?

Well, in the dim, distant past (last one was 2000), I tended to spend Christmas on my own. Since then, I’ve had company each year, but this year, thats not going to happen. Slightly ironic, because if I’d made the other call last week, it wouldnt be the case. But because I did, and believe me, it was the wrong call, I will now be working until the close of business on the 23rd, and by then, the others here will have headed south, earlier that day. The cats will be happy at least, as they wont have to go to a cattery, and I’m sure I will be more than happy with my own company, I’ve been that way before, and I’m sure that will be the case again.

I did jokingly look at flights to LA on the 24th, mainly to see what the premium would be for flights out that day, and it was surprisingly less than I expected it to be. But in all honesty, even if my favourite little apartment was available for a 2 week stay over the holidays, it couldnt really happen. It isnt, strictly it shut up for the winter after I left seemingly, not open again until April and May, but anyway…By the time I get to LA, all the shops would be shut, so getting food, and drinks for the holiday would be a bit of an issue anyway. But no, unless someone wants to convince me otherwise, its not practical, for several reasons mentioned. Oh, and money might be a factor too lol!

Oh fine, that wrong call? Yes, it was the Job v Clinical Trial one. I took what seemed the percentage offer, the guaranteed job (not a great one, both work wise, and money wise), or the chance that I would get on the research trial (More money for less time, more interesting, more, just about everything in fact), and took the easy option. Wrong! Yes, this week I heard the news that I would have been on the trial, so not been a happy bunny. In theory, if I’d heard earlier on Wednesday, I could have jumped ship, and signed up for the trial anyway. Unfortunately, by the time I got news that they wanted me, I was already within the 48 hour ban on caffeine, and though only just, I had gone over that mark. I did ring after work anyway, but by then it was too late in other senses, as they’d called in a reserve anyway.

Right now, I’m planning on doing one in the New Year, as my friend there tells me that there will be some interesting ones in February, and I’m only working until the 23rd December anyway! At least I should get there then, fingers crossed!

Oh, the job. Yes, I had the impression they just wanted some telephonists to take the cannon fire from customers, and in my first week, I’ve seen nothing to change that impression. All for a very uninspiring wage, too. Oh, and a company infatuation with stats (which I was suspecting) that could drive the patience of anyone straight out the window. In truth, they dont care about Customer Service, they just want to be able to present a high call turnover, at any cost. So if your stats are good (one of mine was far the best of the new staff), its not enough unless you improve on them. So yes, I’m pretty jaded already, and just trying to survive the next 3.5 weeks.

Lastly, to add to my joy, the bus drivers in Huddersfield are on strike Monday, so I’m going to have to walk 1.5 miles into town, probably in the rain (if forecast is correct) to get there! Oh joy!

So, if someone wants to convince me that I should look at those flights to LA again, with good purpose, just shout! Though if I believe one lovely lady, I’m going to hear news, 4 days from now, that will have me heading to Hollywood on a more long term basis. That would be so wonderful, but I’ll believe it when I hear it.

Lastly, the video. A Christmas classic from the very distant past, that sums up what my Christmas might be. Though given 2 demanding cats in the house, hmm?

Just wishful thinking?

So yes, despite the best intentions of my ‘wonderful’ local train company to do otherwise, I started my training course for my new, temporary role yesterday morning. I’d planned to get the 8.21 train, and have plenty of time to walk up to the office before 9.00. So I got the 8.13, which turned up at 8.27, and just about got there by 9.00, planned start time. Unfortunately, it took 3 of us who arrived just in time, a while to get in, as no one had explained how we had to do it, given that we didnt have entry cards. But we got there in the end, so…

Last nights train, coming home was late too, I hadnt forgotten Trans Pennine Express could be awful, but 2 out of 2 late, not a good start. Still, the trains topped it this morning, though not all their fault, to be fair. Train was late (about 7 minutes) arriving in Huddersfield, which was definitely down to them. I had 10 minutes, or so allowance, so fine, if it left. It didnt! Got settled on the train, to hear there was a slight delay, due to a signalling issue. Given it was the first train of the morning through to Leeds, they might have just discovered it, but anyway…35 minutes later, we heard the train was cancelled, no trains would be running through to Leeds, and they would try to lay on replacement coaches. Seemingly, about an hour and a half later, they did! But this wasnt much use for training course, day 2, from 10.00 to 3.00. Even if a coach had come along straightaway, the best I could have reached the office was 11.15, and they didnt even get close to that!

I rang the office when I got back here, let them know that I hadnt just had enough (one did yesterday, disappearing after lunch break), but just couldnt get to Leeds. I’m not sure the guy really took in all I told him, but he said to turn up as planned, post training in the morning at 9.00, so I will do as told (as a good robot should lol), and see what happens. Might just get trained in what was learnt today, might just grab their card back, and tell me to go, even if it wasnt my fault!

Of course, the irony then, I might yet get to be a long term clinical research guinea pig, which lets face it, I’d rather do anyway! Be ironic, if after all my frustration this morning with the train, that I got to do what I really wanted to do, wouldnt it? But yes, you know me, and luck, that would just be wishful thinking!

And yes, thats tonights video, would you believe?

Once in a lifetime? Same as it ever was?

Yes, absolutely no prizes for working out what the song is tonight, from that title. Live version though, definitely a different feel.

So fine, as of about 2.30 this afternoon, you could say I chose the ‘same as it ever was’ option, when I got the email confirming the details of when, and where I was to turn up to start job training on Saturday. Officially, that choice was made last night, but until that email arrived, I wasnt ever quite sure, given the parent company involved, and the fun I’ve had with job applications with them before. I know, I know, it was my choice (I’d still say it might be more fun if it wasnt, but…), but in the end it was fait accompli, given I could get no confirmation I would definitely be on the clinical research study. If I was, I’d have picked that, no hesitation, but there was no way I could say no to this, then not get on the study, so…I took the easy option!

If the future shows, that at the end of the month, I’m kept on, for as long as I want to be there, then I guess it will be proved to be a wise call. If it only ends up being for 1 month, then yes, you will probably hear me screaming, all around the world! Hopefully, if the latter should happen, I can get on a trial next year, but it would be back to point A, and all that, even assuming I can find something suitable, with a decent length stay in a clinic.

Strictly, if I heard tomorrow, that I was going to be on the trial, it would be a hard choice. I would be tempted to burn my bridges, do the trial, and then take my job chances in the new year. But would this rather large group blacklist me for doing so, and limit my chances then, who knows? But practically, the matter wont arise, been pretty much told it will be the beginning of next week before they choose the lucky ones, and by then, too late!

Yes, I know, I should feel pleased (for at least a month or so) that I’ve got a job, but just at this moment, its hard to do so, knowing I’m missing out on that probable ‘once in a lifetime’ moment, that I’d so built myself up for. But good ‘robot’ logic said, that if you only have 1 sure offer, you have to take it. But will I regret this decision, at least for quite a while, you bet I will!

And to rub it in more, I was going to get hypnotised on Saturday morning, and now that wont happen either! Fine, I shouldnt need destressing now that I’ve got a job, but…

Fine, the video. Yes, as I say, you’ve worked out the song, brilliant one. Live show from 1980

Hey baby, I’m your telephone girl…maybe?

Forgive the cynicism, after a couple of false alarms, that I’m not jumping for joy now, but I think I’ve got a job. Thats right, I will fail to be convinced on the matter until I get the official email in the morning, but in all likelihood…

OK, thats the good news. The bad news, it might only be for a month or so, up until Christmas. But, if I perform, and impress, it might well be longer! Which, being blunt, is the only reason I’ve agreed to it, because financially, otherwise, it makes no sense. As in, even starting Saturday (weekend learning the ropes), prior to Christmas, working there, I will earn less than I would doing the medical research trial, in 2.5 weeks, by a long stretch.

But given that at the moment, I cant be sure about being on the trial at all (results not all yet back, plus would need to be selected at weekend), I’ve decided, with regret to say yes, to the role. Not that I’ve anything against the role, its just inbound calls, dealing with basic queries, and passing on messages (would be further trained, if I stayed on), nothing complex, for decent money.

But lets face it, especially by now, I was really looking forward to being on that research trial, and seeing what happened, that I regret now, that its almost certainly not going to happen. I guess, if they said to me Friday that I was on, I could change my mind, but its not likely to be till the beginning of next week, so…decision made! I guess if it only turns out to be a month, I could do one next year, but that would mean starting from scratch, all over again, so…ah well! But no, I’m not going to officially stand down just yet, because I’ll only believe I’ve got this job on Saturday morning, when I start training, and besides, I’m interested to see how my results come back, in all honesty, what type of state I’m in, health wise!

I know, being practical, and logical, but hey, thats what robots work on, logic! And in the end, the thought I could end up with neither, just settled it for me.

Fine, the video bears no resemblance to what my type of work will be. Its a 70’s song, full of sexual innuendo, but hey, its fun…I think?

Singing out with one voice

You would have thought that by now, I would have covered just about every mind control genre going. Well, until this weekend, there was definitely one I hadnt attempted, the hive mind. As you can gather from that comment, that record has now been put straight.

Mind, compared to some, my hive mind was a pretty tame affair. Firstly, only 4 women were ever involved, and secondly, their minds were only interlinked totally for a couple of days, no more. Yes, I know, but its CJ, one of my favourite characters (hardly surprising, given she’s the modern day version of Clara Johnson) involved, so I cant afford to lose her forever. But yes, I’m positive that CJ is as kinky as me, and she certainly seemed to enjoy the whole event.

As things stand, the only place that this, her previous adventure, and a couple of frolics using a 30’s version of Jean Harlow (and other various Hollywood actress of that era) can be seen, is at the MC Garden. I may well in time, combine the 4 of them, put them in an ebook, and post them up. Its a case of I couldnt post them all on the Archive, because of the 2 including real people. Still, $2.99 for 4 stories, of Hollywood mischief, surely its worth it? We’ll see, they would need to go to my editor first, anyway, before publication.

But yes, lets get back to the concept of the hive mind. I have no idea what it would be like, even having the thoughts of just 3 other women in your head, as your minds, and being become intertwined as one, but it would be interesting to discover. Fine, like CJ, I’d prefer it (at first, at least) to only be a temporary thing, though of course generally, once your mind is wrapped in a hive, you dont get it back. And also, generally, the thoughts controlling the hive mind, generally arent yours! Interesting though, in a true hive, it would be an amalgam of all members, but it never is, all just doing as the Queen wishes. So how does this Queen get elected? No idea, but I think I’d prefer being one of the mindless drones in that scenario, for sure.

Oh, and if you’re offering me a call centre to work in, can I please work here?

http://192.155.80.152/NoIInHve/index.html

Now that really would be the dream job!

Yes, I’m still looking, battling through after another pair of rejections last week. An Admin job interview tomorrow, fingers crossed. Though yes, you’re right, ideally now, I get to be a clinical research guinea pig, before I start work! Yes, I really do want to do that, crazy as it might sound to some.

But yes, if anyone, anywhere, is looking for volunteers to have their mind linked with others, on a temporary, or even a permanent basis, please let me know, I’d love it, even while I was capable of doing so. Once I’m part of the hive… 😉

Lastly, the video. What a good hive does, thinks with one mind, speaks with one voice!

All wired up, and connected to a machine…safely…shame?

Well, I dont know if any of my readers have ever had a full medical screening, in relation to going on clinical trials, or for any other reason, but now, I have! Really enjoyable experience, I must say, I only hope that the test results come back fine, and that I get selected to go on the actual trial now. If not, I’m sure a certain wonderful lady will be trying to find me something I can go on, even if the stay isnt quite as long. But hopefully, this will be the one…

OK, fine, dont laugh. The hardest thing this morning, the fact that I could only drink water in the last 6 hours before the screening. Yes, I know, I could, and did survive without coffee for that period, but it was hard! Someone here was trying to tell me it would do me good, but I still dont believe her. That first post screening coffee (free, at the screening place) may not have been the greatest cup of coffee of all time, but I didnt care!

Anyway, before we got there…

I actually got there a few minutes before planned, as for the first time ever, public transport ran smoothly, and got me there before the time the route planner said! Anyway, the lady on reception rang through to my contact, Ruth, and we met in person for the first time, as opposed to chatting on social media. Yes, she’s a lovely person, and I’m not just saying that because she’s going to read this. The guided tour impressed me, the facilities available, a comfortable bed in the ward, and everyone I met seemed nice. I was taken in a room where some ‘experiments’ are done, mainly in the sense of eating food in an isolated setting, and seeing how much people would eat. There was some interesting looking machine in there, but I cant now remember what Ruth said they used it for. Sounded interesting, but doubt it will get used on me, all the same. Well, fine, they want me as a clinical guinea pig, but besides that, I felt welcomed regardless of that.

Then, screening proper. All the relevant form filling, and signing, just to prove I was doing all this of my own free will, and nothing else. Breath test collected, urine test delivered, and then down to serious business. Yes, I really, really got wired up, and connected to a machine. Fine, it was an ECG machine, and those electrodes were taking readings from my heart, not zapping me in any way. It probably was longer than it felt that I was connected up, but it did seem very brief to me. But…fine, I’d have at least loved an EEG reading of the brain, or the electrodes doing something more exciting than just reading what my heart was up to, but realistically…

OK, then the fun bit. Well, I’m not sure fun was the right word, more like frustrating, but anyway. Yes, blood test. The lovely lady tried to find a vein, suitable for drawing some blood, from my right arm. Seriously, nothing suitable! Thankfully after a bit of effort, we found a vein on my left arm willing to give up blood, and problem was solved. Only downside, I’m told I wont be able to do any research involving IV’s in the future, as you need at least 1 good vein in each arm for that, shame!

And then, starvation over! Yes, allowed to eat and drink again, provided with a free sandwich, and hot drink. After that, a quick physical checkover from the Doctor, of my lungs, heart, and stomach, and then that was it. Finished my food and drink, signed out, and headed for home. Now all I can do, as I say, is await the results of the tests, and hopefully hear the good news that I’m selected for the course.

Lets just say the journey home wasnt as smooth as getting there, and leave it at that!

So fine, part of my reasoning for doing this, is the one that probably gets many people doing them, the money! Yes, I’m not down to my last farthing or anything, but a major boost to the bank account will be useful, all the same. But do you know what? At the same time, I said all along that I wanted to do something different, and interesting, and this definitely fits that bill.

Yes, seriously, you can pay me the money, I need it, if only for Christmas gifts and things. But to be honest, doing something like this is going to be a new experience in my life (if selected), and I’m really looking forward to finding out what its like to be a clinical guinea pig. Of course, if someone decides to upgrade the experiments, then great. But no, thats not going to happen, but I think the ‘real thing’ will be exciting too.

Would I be doing this, if it wasnt for some wonderful, and witty lady doing their social media? Maybe, I’d seen the adverts on Facebook before I spoke to her, and considered doing it, but she just settled the issue. So hopefully, 2 weeks tomorrow, I’ll be fasting again for a while!

Video, well, I was wired, though not for sound!