Uh wow just when I thought I had my life goals figured out.
armbinder
The only thing keeping me from going to really dark places,
is the fear that I won’t want to come back.
There are ways of curbing little biters.
It’s that look of “I think I just bit off more than I can chew.”
Which I totally identify, because I stretch to let people pull a hogtie tighter to show off how flexible I am. Or I let them make the bondage more difficult so I can feel tough.
And then when I’m settling into it, I’m stuck with that holy-crap-I-just-agreed-to-this feeling and I realize my bluffs have been met.
I think my next silly purchase when I have some extra money will be an armbinder. Because, come on. The possibilities are endless.
I don’t know what would be blushier:
Actually wearing this thing
or having to lie very still while Sir measured everything out to make it.
At least they left a toy.
Y’know.
In case she gets bored.
(Image submitted by nanking-decade to make me blush.)
“Every man winds up with the horse that suits him.” – Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain.