“What’s that, love? Want to keep pretending you don’t like being the center of attention?”
stockings
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
(Here we are meow, entertain us.)
Dramatic lighting because because.
This one’s for Daddy, but I guess you all can look, too.
My Daddy bought me “Hello Kitty” stockings and they’re kind of the best things ever.
(I had to be a sneaky girl to make this (I get no privacy around hereee) and so I had to keep my day shirt on in case I needed to cover up fast.)
But I have a feeling this does not detract from the wiggly joy I’m trying to express here.
I don’t think you’re gonna make it to work today, Daddy.
It was the fact that they were negotiating her evening right in front her that made sitting still so very impossible.
It’s been a long time since I was able to just get all tied up on a carpet and left to just drift away. I miss the way my thoughts get all cloudy and lights feel so much brighter and my skin feels electric. I can only imagine how much deeper I’d get pulled if I were gagged as severely as that.
“On second thought, bitch, I like you much better down there.”
Tonight was just practice. At the real event, she’ll be trading the comfort of the mattress for the hard, unforgiving wood of a dinner table.