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Monthly Archives: November 2015
Thankful for Master; for His enjoyment of my body…chunky bits, round nips, bulbous tits and all. Thankful to have found this lifestyle, to be in relationship with so many in real life who understand the obsessions of the submissive, yet … Continue reading
It was only an hour, perhaps a bit less. His hands in my hair, petting me gently, holding me close. “You’re a good girl,” He says, his voice low and soothing. No play. No premeditation. No orders obeyed. Just He … Continue reading
She sat back with a short huff of breath. So that’s what he had been doing, all those nights when he came to bed late. She’d heard the clattering keys, assumed that he was writing emails for work, had never seen … Continue reading
We haven’t met in weeks. I miss Him. A lot. Not just the Dom stuff…sure, who doesn’t like to be pinched purple, nipples twisted, tits groped until one cries out in small gasping whimpers? I mean, what slut wouldn’t miss … Continue reading
I haven’t uploaded some of the newer boob pic’s from my phone to here, so I was scrolling through my media files here (believe it or not there ARE some pictures here that have never appeared “live” on the blog!) … Continue reading
It’s been a hubbub, this month of November, and one can only assume things will get crazier than that as we eke our way down to the holidays. Well, I say “eke” but I really mean roar down the days … Continue reading
…and I kinda like it. Aaaand…I kinda hate it. Because I called him on it, you see. He’d said he had something dastardly planned. He got busy, I got busy but I felt, well, you know, deflated over it. Like…doesn’t … Continue reading