As they say about President Knavs’s husband’s tweets: I think the title speaks for itself.
 |
| I understand more and more people these days are digging out cellar* conversions, creating lots of lovely extra space down there, far, far down beneath sound-proofed floors. |
*basement
 |
| They could go down to the cellar* and play with her toys. |
* still ‘basement’
 |
| I’ve got a special brown card – it’s kind of the opposite of a loyalty scheme. Hotels and airlines treat me like dirt wherever I go. |
I wrote a story about loyalty cards once. That was when I wrote stories featuring the first domme I ever visited and her friend. They appear briefly in this one, under false names.
But this was my favourite from back then.
 |
| I dunno. Feels a bit weird, trying on her dead dad’s dresses. Don’t know why. |
 |
| Apparently she does humiliation scenes too. She just doesn’t always know when she’s doing one. |
So very very imaginative. Love the estate agent one and the hotel and vacation ones. Femsup
Thank you, Femsup. The estate agent, I understand, has gone on to bigger and better things. She's now got the contract for a major new condo development, with chain attachments, soudproofing and en-suite torture facilities throughout. Looks like she caught the trend.
But curiously no toilets. I do so hate the proliferation of bathrooms that now seem to outnumber bedrooms. Femsup
Yes, I know exactly what you mean. So many tiled floors to scrub!