He says since today’s “Hump Day,” I get to pick one of my pillows…
And, well…
It’s awfully crass.
Month: October 2013
Forget the onsie. I want to see your training collar.
StandardBagh too many blushy things to be photographed.
Sir is coming to visit Saturday. He’ll probably sneak a photo in then.
onesie pics!?
StandardHehehe.
Maybe if I get brave.
The zipper got a little screwed up during my move, so I also have to get up the nerve to go get it fixed. Blush.
It was a long day,
but it was a good day.
Trust.
Did I mention Sir bought me one of these for my birthday last year?
Because he did.
Reblogged for the way her cute little head bobs up and down. I just can’t. It’s so precious.
Channeling this today.
Come at me.
“In 1921, early suffragettes often donned a bathing suit and ate pizza in large groups to annoy men…it was a custom at the time”
I’ve never been really enthusiastic about ponyplay, but the look of pride on her face and the pride in her posture really attracts me to this. She’s totally unashamed of what she likes. I’m wee bit envious.
Hay.
I suspect that if she were to slouch, intimate acquaintance with her owner’s whip might be generously renewed. She may even currently be counting her blessings, as while the tight strap over her cunt denies her access, it dulls the blows somewhat.
Still not a pony.
Grumble.
When I was a little girl, I was scared of being left out because I was scared of being forgotten.
Apparently, that stuck.
Camille Damage by Cameron Davis
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