My flight is cancelled until Sunday.
I’m pouting like crazy because my inner control freak just isn’t having it.
But my Daddy reminded me that it’s some extra time with loved ones. So I’m trying to have some perspective and I’m off to take a little nap with Sir.
One more day until my crazy New Year’s plans and I promise I’ll spill and tell all about them but eeeeek.
I noticed Sir and a certain prospective gentleman vehemently agreeing with each other on some article on Facebook and essentially participating in a little academic circlejerk.
This bodes quite well.
I had some really cool plans set up for the beginning of October, but I recently decided to back out of them because of some of the demands of my schedule.
Which sucks, because I really wanted to spend time with a certain special person and I’ve got some severe fomo about the whole thing.
And while I know it’s probably a good decision in the long-run and (hopefully) a rain-check is possible, I hate when I’ve gotten all excited about something (I was counting down the days) only to have it not pan out.
Blah.
He could’ve sworn she’d planned to be a good girl that day.
But, silly Daddy, things don’t always go according to plan.
So, yeah.
What he said.
Blush.
She thinks she’s been brought here to suck cock, so the duct tape is scaring her. She’s not sure what it’s for. What she doesn’t understand is that she’s been brought here to suffer, and the tape’s going to go over her pussy and mouth to make sure she doesn’t enjoy herself.
The one who’s been brought here to suck cock is still in the trunk.