I meet Mistress Rebecca
I am a political animal and as so went off to our local Republican caucuses about a month ago. My neighbor and I signed up to be delegates at the next level so that is where we found ourselves last Saturday on a very cold Minnesota winter morning. The convention, is that the right word?, the convention started at 9:15 but my neighbor got a call from a man running for a United State Congressional seat asking if she would volunteer and being the good friend that she is, she dragged me along at the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM on that cold Saturday morning.
We made our way to the high school and parked the car and slipped into the relative comfort of a warm high school building. There was already a lot of activity when we entered and immediately you could spot the politicians amongst us. How is it that they always stand out from the crowd? Our guy was not there of course, because he was running for a seat that had conventions state wide, but it was in this point that we got introduced to Mistress Rebecca.
Mistress Rebecca looked like a sexualized fantasy of a dominatrix/librarian. She was young, maybe in her twenties, and she whore a tight skirt that rode up mid-thigh as well as come fuck me boots that rose just below her knees. She also had tortoise shell glasses and long brown hair and when she found us she was a stern mistress. She gave us our orders, we were to do such mundane tasks as hanging signs, setting up tables, handing out literature, and handing out stickers. She had an authority beyond her young years but right in line with the dominatrix theme she was rocking.
Mistress Rebecca and my neighbor
My neighbor was a little afraid of Mistress Rebecca. She told me that she scared her. Mistress Rebecca also had my attention in a kind of sexual/dominating way. Why the politicians around us glad-handed people and made themselves known, Mistress Rebecca worked in the background, coming up behind us to let us know if we were not handing out stickers correctly (I was not…one is supposed to peel off the stickers and slap them on a shirt or coat. I did my best to not get arrested for touching the female delegates). We would be doing our assigned tasks and she would be there. She commanded a team of four, us and two young kids, and we imagined she had a briefcase in back filled with ball gags and whips and chains and a little leather as well.
Mistress Rebeca was a kind Mistress because she handed out compliments as well. She would tease you with her words and then give you a little smile. After we were done handing out stickers and setting up tables, we as delegates were required to sit through eight hours of politics. During this time Mistress Rebecca had us hand out more literature when it came time to vote for delegates going to the next level. The Republicans, and I assume the Democrats, have a lot of get togethers before the actual nomination of candidates takes place. We dutifully obeyed Mistress Rebecca and before we knew it our afternoon was over, we were tired and happy to be leaving.
Saying goodbye to our Mistress Rebecca.
We did not get to say goodbye to Mistress Rebecca. At the end of the very long eight hour day (you try to stay awake listening to different candidates drone on about the same things in front of a couple hundred adoring fans) our candidate made an appearance. After he was done speaking, Mistress Rebecca brought him over to meet us. He was a decent and good guy, and I could tell that Mistress Rebecca was pleased with us. She smiled and we were filled with her love and devotions.
Aside from Mistress Rebecca I have one other comment that I will expound upon in a later posting. The Republican party and the candidates love to wrap themselves around God. They all mentioned their diligent church attendance (I think they are there more than the pastors or priests) and they all mentioned family. Guns came in third. I am very pro second amendment but I am a Tea Party guy more than anything else. I feel like the Republicans need to keep God out of the elections and this is coming from a guy who is a church going man as well. It gets old. And we know you love your family and puppies and orphans. I get that. What I don’t understand is why you do not want to dismantle the government and cut it down to size. You would win by a landslide if you did that.
Mistress Rebecca would. She knows exactly what we need.