I received some rope in the post today (non- essential? A little bit of fun is very essential, I think). I adore breast bondage but haven’t had any rope or a partner for a while, so on occasions I’ve had to improvise with stockings and the like. I think the effect is quite pleasing.
New home. Fairylights, wooden floors and a high bed. Same old tits, though.
She’ll be back one day.
I flew back to England last month wheeling an almost empty suitcase behind me. With the incipient change of the season I needed to supplement my wardrobe with a coat or two, hoodies, boots with a decent tread on them for when the Siberian winds start blowing in and the cobblestones freeze over. I spent…
I’m pretty hard on my hosiery.
I don’t look into their windows and assume they don’t look into mine. What are they going to see, anyway? A medium- sized, middle- aged woman rolling off her airbed and padding into the kitchen to shake oats into a pan, eat applesauce from the jar with a spoon as the porridge plaps quietly,…
Just an ordinary Thursday round these parts.
I ordered this custom- made latex collar because it was suggested by someone I’m fond of and the idea amused me, but now it’s arrived I can’t imagine ever wearing it in public of my own accord. I love love love humiliation play and namecalling, but it’s quite a statement to wear on your body,…