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Amorous anxiety
Passionate love should always come with a twinge of gut-wrenching fear.
Sometimes it’s best just to spend a whole session practising the one movement – exactly the same punch, on exactly the same spot – over and over again. Obviously, you’ll need not to move, but don’t worry if you find that difficult – she has some things to help you stay firmly fixed in the ideal position until she’s finished.
My SO can be a bit forgetful, too. Can you believe it, three times now gone home leaving me me tied up in a gay club and completely forgotten about me until the next day? Of course, it’s not her fault: it’s mine. That’s a basic principle of our marriage.
Oh, I expect she’s got nothing to worry about.
No one can humiliate you, unless you humiliate yourself, as a wise woman once told me.
Men who enjoy looking at women in tight outfits should try wearing something restrictive permanently.
Don’t worry about something bad happening to you in the night, as you hang there all alone. I’m sure there’s nothing out there that’s half as terrifying as Gillian.
6 thoughts on “Amorous anxiety”
I’m going to be honest, a better cleavage on a tighter outfit in exchange for a smaller chastity cage sounds like a fair deal. Or rather a fairer deal than what we submissives usually get; it’s usually a smaller cage and no reward for it.
Is that the right collective noun for a… multitude of sissies? I’d have thought ‘a flounce’ might be more appropriate or ‘an absurdity’. But even a gang can be pink and fluffy, I suppose.
I’m going to be honest, a better cleavage on a tighter outfit in exchange for a smaller chastity cage sounds like a fair deal. Or rather a fairer deal than what we submissives usually get; it’s usually a smaller cage and no reward for it.
hear!, hear!
Welcome gang.
Is that the right collective noun for a… multitude of sissies? I’d have thought ‘a flounce’ might be more appropriate or ‘an absurdity’. But even a gang can be pink and fluffy, I suppose.
Best wishes
S
Honesty’s always the best policy, Mr A, no matter how much the truth hurts, because we know what happens to boys who tell lies, don’t we?
Indeed,the deal is a good one. Let’s hope it lasts (it might not, as it’s more of a verbal commitment than anything contractual).
Best wishes
S
Not fair for her to get cross with her sissy. I mean he told her he had to use the restroom. Sure, she gave him ten minutes. But still..
But as I’m sure you know very well, Squaw, life’s not always fair. Nor are women. Thank goodness.
Good to see you here again.
Best wishes
S