Housebreaking your pets can be such a chore.
bondage
Of all the things she could be left with…
a stinging rear, the cuffs still locked on, a gag still in place, the smear of makeup on her cheek
…her own lingering thoughts that were always the strangest companions.
And Sweetheart promised it would be the last fib she’d ever tell.
Which was a fib itself.
“Every man winds up with the horse that suits him.” – Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain.
Damn you, Craftsmate, for making me have to rehang half of my dresses and jackets that morning.
But, okay, yeah.
It was a good morning.
As a child, I resisted naptime. I thought there were better things to do. I figured I didn’t have time to spare to just relax and close my eyes.
I got in trouble in preschool for waking up my classmates and trying to get them to skip naptime with me. As a result, I was essentially banned from naptime.
Now, I still have that problem. But some very different methods have been implemented to resolve it.
Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.
So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever.
I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.
And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.
I want to be kept with the rest of your possessions.
Something to be simultaneously cherished and cast aside.
Look at the way she dips her had back, the serene expression on her face despite the anxious tension in her hands and feet.
She’s trying to push past her doubts and expectations to allow herself to revel in it all.
I’ve been her. Over and over.