Rolling over the sheer weight, and subsequently pain, of swollen breasts gave one a rude awakening. They are playing let's pretend we still have periods and have inflated to unreasonable levels. Actually they haven't been this bad since before the operation... sleeping in a sports top at night bad. The eyes peeped out from under lashes to find Him looking at one in the same way a cat eyes off a midmorning snack. Are you plugged He enquired by way of good morning. Yes one mumbled as a monosyllabic reply... well it was an approximation of that word... OK it probably sounded more like a groan.
Oh that's fine, you can just climb on then, He replied cheerfully. All thoughts of stumbling out for morning mouse were lost. Though one did make a valiant play for using the bathroom; which was why one hadn't gone back to sleep in the first place. In fact one had been dreaming of using a pet mat and the pee had just spread across the floor in an alarming manner. Strange what our dreams try to tell us sometimes.
All pleas of needing to pee... desperately... were ignored as He pulled one onto his hard on. If anything they seemed to amuse Him. The bastard took his sweet time coming too... gently rocking so the butt plug slipped in and out all the while holding one in place, secure in the knowledge that needing to pee will outweigh any desire to cum. Actually He took way longer than was needed out of spite. Yes it must have been spite 'cos He is not a sadist... not according to him at any rate.
We spent the rest of the day running around like mad things before ending up at a member of a chain of hardware stores, looking for something to hang His implements of pain on. A DIY project for one small slave, though one isn't sure being made to do things that are ultimately going to contribute to your own demise isn't dirty pool. In fact one is pretty sure there should be some sort of red bunting for that sort of an occasion.
Despite all the potential horror one loves hardware stores... and power tools... and the smell of timber... and the endless possibilities. And they are quite endless for BDSM applications too. Rolls and rolls of gaffer tape, ropes, pull tie downs, saw horses, work benches, clamps, screws, padlocks, chain, traffic cones, aviaries, tool sheds... the mind just swirls around with ideas. Seriously if you haven't been to your local hardware store lately, one does recommend a day there J
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