We (meaning “submissives”) usually go to playtime looking our best. Make up done perfectly, lovely outfits, hair just so. And then we are in the middle of playtime and He decides that I look SO good that He should take my picture (mind, I LOVE it, love how He musses me, love that He strips me down to the bare essentials…). You know, to show YOU all what a shameless slut I am.
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Year nine. Yes. NINE. YEARS. I can hardly believe that as I write it. Master and I have maintained our D/s relationship, through ups and downs, highs and lows. And yet, we carry on. I'm the "small s" side of that designation as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking. View all posts by vanillamom