Her view of my prone body
accepting and receiving gifts of love.
Ok so you may not have expected to see this graphical picture over your corn flakes, but i assure you its for a good reason. You see my darlings, Valentines day was a dance with heaven , a drift on clouds of lust, of love, of la amour….in our case of course, we looked at it, scratched our heads and thought, ” well, i can improve on that gift of chockies and flowers..” And in my Owners case, well She had something planned that out weighed daffodills and candy bars…
You see darlings, prior to my heading down from our castle in the clouds to join the nooner dance. Mistress, unleashed her black rose whip .. and gave me incentive….. She whispered in my ear, the Entire time we where dancing, turning me into a fire ball of melting lust, a bit like when petal im`s me!. or emails me about her latest tasks… Mistress then slipped me to the end of the sweet hearts ball, durign which iwas leashed… and off to the morphing room, She wasted no time, stripped me, added an egg into me, and relocked the belt in place. Then she locked me to the table and well, lets just say, you could hear my screams all over the sim …
End Result …..
My stripes I earned, with Pride and Love and Lust,
and trust, and respect, and its an Honour to bear them …..
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