I don’t want this to do stuff to me.
…but, fuck, it really does.
bondage
As promised, a naughty update.
Things you can’t see: The knot in the crotchrope over my clit and the vibrator tucked into the rope underneath me.
Things you can see: My new beddddd (so comfy).
At first, she protested, insisted she couldn’t. It was too stringent, too uncomfortable. It was cruel and unusual. But once the gag – however ineffective – went on, she already felt herself start to fall asleep.
Sometimes, he just needs a quiet girl.
I’ve got this fantasy where I’m institutionalized. The warden’s just a teensy bit corrupt and has fun teasing my needy cunt while I’m stuck in my straitjacket.
Or, you know, while I’m asleep. Which only leads to me being kept longer.
Now in hiding due to problematic fantasies.
I’ve got a few ideas for how I can work hard for you, too, Daddy.
I haven’t gotten a really thorough inspection in quite a while.
Reason #4 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
That hand-hold.
Nuff said.