Or desserts, even, if you’re into messy food play (or toilet play, for that matter).






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(The real thing: Mistress Eleise de Lacey)
No special Valentine’s Day theme today, you might ask? Well, you see, when you’re in a long-term relationship as I am, you don’t need a special day to show your love. Valentine’s Day is just another day as I see it, or rather, every day is Valentine’s Day.
That’s my take on it.
Unfortunately, my SO took a different view and expected a present. So we discussed it in our usual way and once we reached the part of the discussion where she takes the gag out of my mouth and reduces the tempo of whipping so that I can gasp out coherent words, I explained how for me, every day was Valentine’s Day. So now she expects a present every day. She says she’ll be giving me something every day too, to remember this conversation by. So that’s nice.
They do say love has no boundaries or limits and I’ve certainly discovered that to be the case, today and every day.