“Sweetheart, didn’t I give you your allowance this week already?”
“Uh huh.”
“And? Where’d it go?”
“I spent it all. I just want a little bit more to go shopping, Sir.”
“I spoil you rotten. You know that, Sweetheart?”
“Uh huh.”
breasts
The way you play with me like a child.
Current status.
So we just set up the Internet at my place and naturally we both gravitate to tumblr.
Hi guys.
I’ll be a little more active around here now.
I may even post something a little naughty soon.
It’s not so much about the pain
as it is about the anticipation.
That’s what hurts the most.
We are both home, both kids are at school, so we are reenacting famous battles from WWII (as you do). I’ll leave you to work out which pictures go with the battles, starting with Double D-Day and Battle of the Bulge.
This was SO MUCH FUN!
We giggled and giggled (and my boobs jiggled and jiggled)
I know a war historian who’ll be all over this.
Full Service, Part Eight
We were curled up together in bed afterwards. Craftsmate had untied me and my head was kind of spinning. I had kind of fallen back into subspace during sex once more, especially when he pulled out and made me cum by grinding his thumb really hard into my g-spot. He knows I like the tension between things hurting and feeling pleasurable, such as getting overstimulated by a vibrator or getting spanked on my cunt.
But, anyway, I was a little hazy. The inside of my mouth tasted like condom and cum and I wanted to close my eyes for a bit.
Craftsmate reached over and pinched my nipples between his fingers. “You know, if I ever collar you and own you,” he said, pinching a little harder, “I would pierce these with little rings.”
“We’ll talk about it, Sir,” I replied.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Of course. I’d never make you. But maybe one day.” He released my nipples. “Anyway, you were a very good girl today.”
Swelling with pride, I let my eyes close and curled up in his arms.
However vehemently she denies it, she likes feeling appraised.
Modesty’s a sham, sweetheart. Now, smile.
“Daddy? Can you come pick me up?”
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Seven
After a little bit, Craftsmate and I decided to head over to one of the play areas. Before we sat down, he put my hood back on plus the blindfold and gag in front of everyone and I blushed so hard my cheeks burned against the material covering them. Taking hold of my leash, he escorted me over to a couch.
My feet were starting to become a bit tired from the heels on my boots and there was a growing stumble in my step, so I was grateful when he had me take a seat before I felt him sit down next to me. Around us, I could hear people talking but I could barely make out the conversation.
Craftsmate cuffed my wrists together in front and leaned in close to me, whispering through the spandex of the hood over my ear. “Do you like that everyone can see you like this?”
I whined around the rubber cock in my mouth and he stroked my forehead as if he were petting the trapped hair beneath the hood.
He continued to explain to me the layout of the room, the people inside of it. His hand rested on my knee and I felt a bit more grounded and secure. Otherwise, the noises and the conversation was a bit overwhelming.
“There’s a girl getting beaten over in the corner. Everyone’s watching this guy with his whip,” Craftsmate explained, “do you think I should volunteer you next? I’m not sure you could handle it. It’s pretty mean-looking.”
I buried my covered face in the crook of his neck and groaned.
He chuckled, “fine, sweetheart. Do you want to watch, too?”
I nodded and he reached up, unbuckling the blindfold.