The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part One

Sir’s gonna kill me for tarnishing his image on here a little bit, but for all the meanies and scaries and stuff, he’s a cheeseball and a romantic sometimes. 

When we were finally alone at his place, he’d downloaded some app on his computer to make it look like a fireplace and we snuggled up in his bed. I was exhausted and a little cranky from an entire day of endless, messy traveling. 

“I just want to give you your presents now, I’m so excited to see you,” he said.

I pouted, “you gotta space it out, you can’t just give it all now.” Unfortunately for Sir, he’s stuck with the fact that our anniversary, Christmas and my birthday are literally all in the same week. 

“I’ll do other stuff, it’s little, it’s fine,” he insisted and brought the gifts in. He’d labelled one as sweet and one as squirmy and one as blushy. It was really cute.

“Let’s just open the sweet one and call it a night,” I teased. 

The sweet gift was a one hour massage which came later and we’ll get to that story. The squirmy gift were these really gorgeous cuffs he made for me that would clip into the hogtie and could be clipped together or to other stuff. And the blushy gift you already met.