“Good morning, sweet doll. Did you sleep well?”
Um hi I had this in my drafts so I guess it’s a really good thing we’re dating then.
bed
One week until I get some of this.
So what do I have to do to fall asleep in a pretty girl’s bed every morning tied up like this
and then wake up to her stretching and smiling and debating letting me out
only to get all tied back up that night?
He’s always got his work cut out for him
because I’m a needy little thing
who just can’t keep still.
The other night, Sir told me what happens to girls that don’t observe their bedtimes.
I don’t think he’d have the guts to do it, but I don’t want to give him the opportunity to prove me wrong.
Sir’s being a big meanie and not letting me rub my pussy until bedtime.
I am posting this here to signal boost this grave injustice.
Pout.
He’s been having me wear my collar to bed for the past few nights.
It’s nice to wake up and remember I’ve got it on. It makes me feel close to him.
Sir just used the phrase “bedtime, young lady.”
Pinch me, I’m dreaming.
“Trans-Europ-Express” (1967) – Alain Robbe-Grillet
A little worship is just the best on lazy Sunday mornings.
While he was here, Sir fucked me from behind until I came and promptly fell asleep.
He picked up my cell phone and took a few photos of me napping to show me when I woke up.
This one was my favorite.