Threats? Promises? Enticements? The Dom Awakens…

I confessed to bringing back 4 pounds from vacation…(why don’t people who camp eat camp food anymore? We ate out every single night….not that I’m complaining, but sheesh.)

“That’s okay, I’ll get more money when I sell you–since I’m selling you by the pound.”

“wait wait wait a second Master. I’ve already lost 1.5 of that weight AND…where is *my* cut of that, hmmm?

“That’s okay, nilla, I’ll beat the rest of it off you. When you regain consciousness, we can discuss your terms then.”


*blink blink*

It’s crude.


Totally Master.

And it totally turned me on (I had damp panties all day)

(yes, I re-read the text about 144 times!)