Last week Master was not feeling well. I couldn’t deliver chicken soup, rub his feet, nor do any of the things I wanted to do…so I did what I could to cheer Him up.
I sent Him Boobage.
We were talking the next day. The pix had done their work and He sounded pretty good. We chatted for a while, and then He said it.
All those tit pic’s from yesterday? (He pauses a moment to let the tension build)
I want every pic you sent me to be on your HNT this week.
“Every one? ALL of them, Master?”
All your readers will get a bargain…six pics for the price of one.
So, dear pervie readers, on orders from my Master, here is this weeks ‘expanded’ HNT.
“good morning, Master- this is the slut-version of “morning wood”
Hey Master…I know I rarely wear nighties, but this morning I did…thought You might like a wee peek inside….
Hi Master…I’ve been busy writing, but didn’t want you to feel lonely….and see? there is still a wee bit of bruise on my left tit…
Hi Master….I call this one “concealed boobage”
Hey Master…this one will cheer You up…its a Fucking Heart!!! *giggling*