Hi, can I live here sometimes? Vacation? Maybe?
bondage
I’m trying to imagine spending a day like this. Blind and silent, left to crawl around on my hands and knees. Occasionally, being grabbed by the hips and pulled over to be used. Otherwise, just stuck in this dark little world, totally helpless.
I like the idea of her having spent so much time getting all nice and pretty, and then the cuffs and chains are so, so dirty.
…and that is how you break up with a girl.
Seriously?
Break up?
This is like a date for us.
I love the idea of being stuck like this with a group of people casually hanging out. And I’m struggling to do simple tasks while everyone just sits around and laughs.
What was it you said?
That I’d wake up to the sound of duct tape being torn off the roll?
I’m very happy with girl’s progress over the past few months. She has taken ownership of her training to be a good little fucktoy, becoming more brave and slutty, overcoming shame, embracing her darker desires and the need to serve. And everyone knows nothing reinforces good behavior better than well-deserved praise.
I only wish that it were all while you were right here with me, Sir.
This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
So, who do I have to talk to if I want to spend an evening that way?