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.|
|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.|