This is a blog for the musings of one small slave in an O/p relationship as she explores life down the rabbit hole and beyond.
Showing posts with label Found objects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Found objects. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas
Thursday, December 20, 2012
A strange thing
The other day one put up the mate to the caning picture on
Fet.
Personally one thought it was a much better shot; it was clean and
close... He preferred the other one. Anyway it captured the imagination of
Fet... that is to say they loved it to Kinky and Popular. Which was lovely of
them... if something of a double edged sword as it turned out... so many things
are.
Apart from those who took time out of their day to give
medical advice about the dangers of the items... rolls eyes... there were those who
pronounced it "legit". For fucks sake a cursory glance of the profile
would have revealed that damn bat up there. What you thought 11 (one had an unfortunate accident on the way to
the shoot) candy canes was going to be a challenge after that? A big enough challenge
for us to have to go to the trouble of faking the shot 'cos that was going to
be easier?
If it hadn't been for the hard candy edges (which didn't
last) and a general feeling of pepperminty stickiness the damn thing would not have
noticed they were there.
Oddly enough though the sheer stupidity of those comments
was not the problem...
No, it's the eleven sixteen twenty friends' requests from complete
strangers who didn't read the profile
Head desk head desk...
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
A vegetable a day...
Life sometimes goes wrong in unexpected ways around here. Oh
it started innocently enough with one small slave in the shower happily shaving
the legs and washing intimate body parts. He had strolled in, ostensibly to
shave, when he complained that he was receiving mixed messages.
Blinks not sure what was mixed about them at all... though
the steam might have been causing some of the confusion
Before one could say wink there He was buried deep in the
arse... which after a night in the MEO was offering little in the way of
resistance. In fact the arse was a little tender before He offered his ministrations...
something one mentioned casually in passing.
His response?
A nice soothing cucumber L
At least is was a small one
Master is kind, Master is merciful
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