Sir had me edge myself three times today.
I whined to Flint about it, who then proceeded to make me edge three more times for complaining to him.
If anybody needs me, follow the puddles to where I’ll be pouting for eternity.
whine
So, several of Flint’s partners have gotten colds over the past few days.
Of course, he’s not showing any symptoms.
And, of course, I’ve got a stuffy nose and a sore throat.
This is the definition of #polyproblems.
So, Sir just gave me a new rule that Full Friday is now Flirty Friday, which entails that I have to send a nude to someone that isn’t him.
(Obviously, someone we both know would be trustworthy about that sort of thing.)
As much as I pouted and whined about it, I’ve got to admit I’m not totally against the idea.
I was a bad girl today and forgot to ask Sir’s permission before having a cocktail. Now I have to sleep with Mr. Purple in my asshole so I’ll never, ever forget to ask permission again.
(Note: I can totally safeword out of this, and this is a consensual punishment.)
This is the first ever picture of my boob that I posted on this tumblr over two years ago.
My boobs were a C-cup back then. A little after it was taken, I started lifting seriously and regularly. I went down to a goddamn A.
So, this Topless Tuesday, let’s pour a little out in memoriam of my boobs.
(And in celebration of pecs…I guess. Grumble.)
Tuesday Boobsday.
Thanks to my friend rolledtrousers for not wtfing too hard when I asked him to put a fancypants photoshop text tag on my boobs for me.
That’s gonna hurt when it comes off
I always say I need to learn patience, but I don’t even think I’m patient enough to actually commit to learning.
EDIT: I’ve been made aware that duct tape really shouldn’t be going over the eyes. DO NOT try this at home.
I made this bit gag for my girl this afternoon.
“But I’m not a horsey!” she whined. “I’m too little!”
“I know, sweetheart. That’s why you’ll be a pony.”
A bunch of meanies are making me share this with you.
It’s my little voice.
(I’m getting a puppy for this. Not a woof-woof puppy. Well, actually, I guess I could make him woof…)
I’m being denied right now by Sir.
More info soon. In the meanwhile, I’m spending my time squirming and whining.
