Lit...10 years later

[Keroin]

Bad K and Fluff Threads Inc. (a subsidiary of Pepsi Co and Lockheed Martin) would like to take you on fantabulous trip into...*cue fanfare*...The Future!

Ten years into the future, to be precise.

So, here we are in the Lit BDSM Cafe, year 2020. How's everyone doing? How many cats does Sir Winston now own? Is Hommy bench pressing 890lbs...on a bad day? Does Syd no longer write her own posts but rather has one of her "people" do it, since she is too busy in her job as head writer for that hit, holographic TV series "Retro"?

But, seriously, what do you reckon everyone here will up to in ten years? Feel free to be as whimsical or as serious as you desire. What about yourself? What's your ideal vision of yourself ten years down the road?

For me, I like to imagine that everyone is saying how my 50th birthday nekkid pics were worth the wait

 

[FloggingMolly]

Ooooh interesting.

10 years from now, I'm finally sitting down with my husband, able to chat in peace, though its 9pm. He's been home since 4, his well-paid job is only 9-4 mon to friday, way better than back in 2010 with his 42 hr average week 7-7, day or night. We smile together as he feels the baby kick in my belly, knowing that it'll be our last, after all, as everyone keeps telling us, 4 will be more than enough. We're hoping for a second daughter, a nice balance of two of each, though our friends say it'll be a little like The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Yes, the house is a bit untidy, but being home all day with the kids is way better than working, even if I can't go on Lit because our eldest son is far too nosy when it comes to computers. Even at 9 years old, he's already able to use technology better than I can. I hit my tech peak in 2010, it's all been down hill since. Lucky that the locks for the basement/dungeon are still old fashioned keys. Having a 6 bedroom house means more housework, but the basement, study, indoor pool and cinema room make it worth while. Who knew I had such a rich great aunt I'd never met ready to leave me so much money in her will.

 

[Keroin]

Who knew I had such a rich great aunt I'd never met ready to leave me so much money in her will.

Ha! LOVE it Molly!!

Loved the whole thing but the end made me laugh.

 

[FloggingMolly]

I think its weird that I didn't want a noble prize, cool career, a lottery win, or a smokin' hot body in my fantasy future... how boring am I?!

 

[Kikori]

I don't. If it makes you happy to have a big house yet a simple life (minus the dungeon X3), more power to you.

 

[WriterDom]

What's scary is that next month is my tenth year Lit anniversary.

 

[chy_girl]

Ok, I got it half written and then started to cry.


I'll be back when the hormones stop fucking with me.

 

[Keroin]

What's scary is that next month is my tenth year Lit anniversary.

And how different is the WD of today from the WD of ten years ago?

Ok, I got it half written and then started to cry.


I'll be back when the hormones stop fucking with me.

Come on back whenever you're ready.

 

[Netzach]

I'll still be on the phone with my most annoying caller. M might have his boobs, it's OK he's a consultant and he's just that good.

The ethics of casual BDSM will still be hammered home. My bangs will be gray. My body will be yoga-tight, though.

 

[Keroin]

The ethics of casual BDSM will still be hammered home.

BAD!

My body will be yoga-tight, though.

GOOD!

 

[Keroin]

BTW, funding and inspiration for this thread was provided by Mister Sir.

Thanks MS!

 

[MisterSir]

I tried to salute with a miniature screwdriver and stabbed myself in the head. You're welcome.

So, ten years from now I'll be 31. Not a bad age. Judging by my progression so far, I'll look old enough that pubs will have just stopped asking me for ID all the time, and also old enough that the young, nubile twenty-something submissive girls who right now won't give me the time of day will be clawing at one another's eyes to kneel at my feet (and the best part of that is I won't feel guilty about taking girls from the new wave of twenty-something dominant guys because I'll have served my time. That seems to be the way it works), but young enough to gleefully exploit all of that. If my current average holds, I will be nothing short of the Mayor of Slutsville (I did the maths. Nearly three hundred. And that's not including people played with at clubs).
Will I still have my youthful physique? Probably not, since I don't have my youthful physique now, but I'd imagine after nearly eleven years of it - and I will keep going, come heaven or hell - I should be at least a passable drummer and with luck, by that point I'll have a job capable of supporting the habit. I doubt I'll ever make it big, or even medium, but just being able to be awesome in my own time is good enough.

Will I still be here? Possibly. Been around for a year and a half, or close enough. Ten ain't that much longer.

 

[Kikori]

What's scary is that next month is my tenth year Lit anniversary.

So you get to describe how it was ten years ago, and compare things now.

 

[Keroin]

I tried to salute with a miniature screwdriver and stabbed myself in the head. You're welcome.

I'll let Bad K enjoy that image for a little while. Notice the way her lips curl around the gag? That means she's happy.

So, ten years from now I'll be 31. Not a bad age. Judging by my progression so far, I'll look old enough that pubs will have just stopped asking me for ID all the time, and also old enough that the young, nubile twenty-something submissive girls who right now won't give me the time of day will be clawing at one another's eyes to kneel at my feet (and the best part of that is I won't feel guilty about taking girls from the new wave of twenty-something dominant guys because I'll have served my time. That seems to be the way it works), but young enough to gleefully exploit all of that. If my current average holds, I will be nothing short of the Mayor of Slutsville (I did the maths. Nearly three hundred. And that's not including people played with at clubs).
Will I still have my youthful physique? Probably not, since I don't have my youthful physique now, but I'd imagine after nearly eleven years of it - and I will keep going, come heaven or hell - I should be at least a passable drummer and with luck, by that point I'll have a job capable of supporting the habit. I doubt I'll ever make it big, or even medium, but just being able to be awesome in my own time is good enough.

Will I still be here? Possibly. Been around for a year and a half, or close enough. Ten ain't that much longer.

I hate to admit it but, as a 20-something, yes, 30-something guys just did it for me. "Oh, you have a car of your own, and it's not a Plymouth Scamp? Ooooo, you're so worldly!!"

Oh, that was a painful flashback.

So I say, 31-year-old MS, go forth and poach those 20-something subbies from under the noses of your decadely-challenged counterparts! Poach them, I say!!

 

[intothewoods]

I hope we have three kids.

And that's about all I hope for right now.

I'm in a difficult place these days and can't really think beyond that.

 

[satindesire]

I tried to salute with a miniature screwdriver and stabbed myself in the head. You're welcome.

*breaks down in hysterical laughter!*

In ten years, I have two more kids, both boys. Adopted. I have a live in nanny, a live in maid, and a 2020 Rolls Royce Phantom. I have a two story brick house in Littleton, Colorado and we vacation on the Georgia beaches every year. I'm down to my goal weight of 140 pounds, have large breast implants and am sporting a closet full of gucci purses and shoes.

Mister is finally gray (yes!), and has his sleeves done on both arms. Our kids are all in a great private school with straight A's. We have 30k in a college fund for each of them, but they won't need it 'cause they'll surely get academic scholarships.

I spend my days leisurely, managing my kids' needs, going to the salon, gossiping on the phone and pampering my husband.

Awesome.

 

[midwestyankee]

I hope that in ten years I'm breathing well enough to wake up on the proper side of the grass. Actually, that's my wish for every day, even now.

So many of my friends and acquaintances here have expressed wishes for fundamentally good things: I hope that when I drop in here in the late spring of 2020 that I'll see all of them have been fulfilled.

For myself, I've no idea. Lots of people my age are thinking about retirement in very concrete terms. I'm not. In ten years I hope that I will have finally gotten my private pilot's license and will have flown the perimeter of the U. S. (and maybe dropped in on my buddy Keroin up north of the border). I'm hopeful that I'll still be fit enough to run the occasional 5 or 10K and that I finally have made it to Paris and London and Rome.

If space travel for civilians is a possibility, I'll be trying to buy a ticket.

 

[Soumis]

Ten years...

Hmm...I've finished grad school and maybe my PhD. I'm published. Not sure whether it'll be in fiction or in nursing, but either way, yay! I've gone to Antarctica and Egypt. I've finally finished the kitchen renovations I started last year. (Damn you quarterround!)

That might be it for now! Everything else is open to negotiation. Maybe I'll be in a committed relationship with a fantastic Dom or Domme. Maybe I'll be corrupting a vanilla while working on babies. Maybe I'll be enjoying the "casual" scene still happily learning everything I can.

Maybe there will actually be a decent Star Wars based mmorpg by then...a girl can dream!

 

[Keroin]

Ah, the year 2020, where am I?

Well, after my runaway bestseller series of novels provoked the rage of the Catholic Church, the Republican Party, and the Girl Scouts of America (long story), I was forced to go into hiding in a small village in the Himalayas. It was there that I, quite unintentionally, discovered that yak milk held the key to curing cancer. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of announcing my discovery on the “What made you smile/laugh today?” thread on Lit (“I discovered a cure for cancer and also L mailed me a chocolate bar!”). The big pharmaceutical companies put a hit on me and I was only saved, at the last moment, when I posted this in the “What pissed you off today?” thread:

“Poo! Turns out the cancer curing yak’s milk also makes your genitals fall off. Fall off!!”

In time, the world moved onto other more pressing issues – Finland’s annexation of Tonga, the first corporately sponsored US president (Just elect him!), and whether Brad and Jen were passing love notes behind Angelina’s back – and I was able to come out of hiding.

Now I was free to pursue a life of philanthropy, as I had always dreamed. Thanks to my “Spanks a Million” program that works to donate floggers and canes and other BDSM paraphernalia to the impoverished and downtrodden*, no PYL will ever be without a weapon in their hand and no pyl will have to hear, “Sorry, subbie, looks like I’ll just have to use my hand, I can’t afford a riding crop,” ever again.

Today, Lance and I live in our eco-friendly submarine where I am working on the eighth novel in my series, “Revenge of the Communist Zombie Lesbian Girlguides…who practice black magic and claim to be descendants of Jesus.” In my spare time, I knit shopping bags out of recycled dryer lint.

My post count on Lit is up into six digits.



*Not valid in Quebec or the State of Massachusetts

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[Kikori]

~

BAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
Dare I ask where or how you'd even think that up?

 

[Netzach]

I die in a featherduster massacre at the 2018 Shibaricon. Damn detector failure.

 

[Keroin]

BAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
Dare I ask where or how you'd even think that up?

*shrugs* The gumballs, they roll out of the cranium.

I die in a featherduster massacre at the 2018 Shibaricon. Damn detector failure.

Rapist! Dysfunctional! Predator! Umm...*consults thesaurus*...strumpet!!!

 

[Keroin]

In ten years I hope that I will have finally gotten my private pilot's license and will have flown the perimeter of the U. S. (and maybe dropped in on my buddy Keroin up north of the border).

Oh, please do!!

 

[rida]

May 2020- Italy

Looking out the window I see a nice blue sky. I'm glad we live up enough that the smell of the canals will not be a problem for another month or so.

It took some time, money, effort and luck to get this old building restored and have permission to install an elevator. Granted is one of those old ones with metal grids and manual doors, but everything else would have been too big and impossible to fit.

In a couple of weeks the girls will be coming home for their summer visit, the older one from college and the younger from her high school (when we moved to Italy, the best IBO school available was a few hours away and offered boarding for high school kids, an option she jumped at right away, considering her older sister would be away for college as well).

Tonight we are invited to a party. A private lifestyle party. The theme is Alice in Wonderland - the classic. I guess that we are getting too old to want to be uncomfortable in goth/steam-punk/anime costumes and we are all hoping to be the best looking Tweedly-dee or Cheshire Cat or Ace of Hearts.

Hubby is looking so much better than 10 years ago, when we were at the bottom of our struggle with his condition. Now, having found a good doc, a balance in the meds, he has been able to shed off his extra weight and for a guys in his 60s I have to say he gets a lot of attention and his newest slave has had to learn to deal with jealousy.

Me, I got to accept that gravity does not spear anybody and am now debating whether to go for the latest surgery-free lift and tummy tuck procedure. Hubby says I don't need it. The Sadist (yes, we still see each other whenever possible) is leaving it up to me although he is all for me looking better (and the wife - we are good friends now- is actually curious about and would be happy if I went through it before her). My darling boy-toy love me no matter what so his opinion is always biased, LOL.

Time to start the day! First we'll go for our walk. With the arrival of the good season there are also more and more tourists roaming around. They can be annoying but without them, Venice would have been dead long ago and finally even the locals have learned to embrace and welcome them.

Next is the coffe/cappucino stop to catch up with the local gossip. Then back home for a quick lunch and married fun (haha) before spending some time on the internet (catching up on Lit, Fet, my blog) and getting ready for the party.
Too bad the Sadist and the wife could not make it this time. But we are now planning for our annual big b-day celebration week-end in September and this year perhaps we'll get together in Tokyo.

 

[YourCaptor]

I’ll be a rich sonofabitch, having developed the brain-computer interface device. Not only can you now do any digital task simply by thinking it, that includes math, spell check, video phone, etc, but the vast majority of the worlds social, scientific, and economic problems would have been solved through this new technology, because people can now fully understand each other 100%. No mistakes made in communication. We would have a collective mind, any information placed into the system would be known by everyone. Not like looking up stuff on the internet, but known.

However varying by your connection speed, it may take some slightly longer to recall the laws of thermodynamics in arabic then others.

We still haven’t been back to the moon though.

I’d buy an Orion capsule though, those things are bad ass mother fuckes.