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Celestial bodies
Good thing she brought a sub. They’re used to them on fashion shoots, of course: no self-respecting model would be seen without an obedient puppy boy on a leash or a sissy maid at a respectful three paces behind, these days.
She prides herself on being the perfect hostess: it’s all about making sure someone makes the effort to prepare everything properly before the guests arrive, apparently.
Humiliation play can be a tricky thing. I once met up with a domme in cafe for public humiliation play and soon found myself being insulted, belittled and eventually slapped by this elegant, blonde lady in high heels and furs. Perfect – until I discovered I’d got the wrong cafe entirely and the domme I’d booked had been waiting impatiently in the one around the corner. Most embarassing.
If all that fails, I understand there’s a briar patch they can throw you into.
I hope someone tells the patient that someone with the right skills and training is looking after his wife. Otherwise he might be feeling anxious for her.
Or those she has set for you.
6 thoughts on “Celestial bodies”
Just as long as those boundaries allow this humble slave to be close to you, Queen Joy. Please don’t banish me.
The ideal boundaries are those defined by the length of a leash, aren’t they, Melissa? But we cannot always get what we want – and frankly, it’s hard enough trying every hour of every day to do what she wants.
Just as long as those boundaries allow this humble slave to be close to you, Queen Joy. Please don’t banish me.
The ideal boundaries are those defined by the length of a leash, aren’t they, Melissa? But we cannot always get what we want – and frankly, it’s hard enough trying every hour of every day to do what she wants.
Best wishes
S
She looks in my eyes and takes procession of my brain. She humiliates me, but it feels like a never ending orgasm. Agony and ecstasy.
Alberto.
That’s good to know, Alberto. For me, it usually feels more like a never-beginning orgasm, but I think the philosophy is basically the same.
Best wishes
S
“No I distinctly said remove all your hair BELOW your neck, you stupid man”.
NNN
Oh well, 3N. I’m sure the lovely Princess will get her waxing kit out and help.
Best wishes
S