Here’s a photo of my problematic boobs to break up all the text and vitriol on this blog today.
owie
My favorite impact tool is the cane.
She hates it.
So I’m having fun at Sir’s or something.
Hmph.
I’m staying at Sir’s an extra day.
Here’s something to tide you all over before my return.
Meet Mr. Purple.
When a Sadist Dates a Little, A Typical Exchange
Chat(Please note that I have a safeword and if I truly was not comfortable with this, he’d totally respect that and refrain from doing it.)
Sir: I made a strap that’s like a mini paddle.
Me: It looks owie.
Me: Dun wanna.
Sir: I get to use it on you when I visit.
Me: Nuh uh! You can’t. No ouchies. Not allowed.
Sir: No whining or you’ll get it for sure.
Me: No!!!
Me: No no no.
Me: [My stuffie] says no.
Sir: I think I’ll strap you every day when I visit.
Sir: Build up your pain tolerance.
Me: Nooo! You can’t every day!
Sir: Start with 10 and then work up to 30.
Me: Nuh uh.
Sir: Sorry, kitten.
Sir: You know that my word goes.
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.
You can’t really see it (sorry ‘bout it) but my legs are flailing.
I love how, despite the poor lighting and crappy webcam, you can still see how red he made my ass.
Craftsmate taught me how much better non-tumblr gifs are.
You know, through example.
Hehehe.
Sweetheart is always trying to be a little helping hand around the house. Bless her heart.