Ummmmm I think I just figured out what I want for my birthday.
ball gag
Because of my piercings having to heal, my nipples haven’t received any attention since the first few days of the New Year. Let’s say there’s some forms of attention I miss a lot more than others.
I just realized it’s honestly been forever since I’ve worn my ball gag.
So get a look at all the layers over her eyes and ears.
That’s the kind of sensory deprivation I’m talking about.
“He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.” – Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises.
“We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.” – H.G. Wells, The Time Machine.
This reminds me of someone who can probably come up with a significantly better caption for this than I.
“You know sometimes I scream behind my gag, right?” I asked him. “Like when you’re hurting me. Sometimes I literally scream.”
He grinned. “Yeah. I know.”
“Just hang tight. We’ll make you all better soon, baby.”
Oh, I really like that belt across her throat…
Master and I had a date today and Sybil and I were bad girls, so we got the cage.
Oh my gosh, wait, I want a little cage buddy.
Daaaaaaddy?