Pretty

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, everyone. i hope Santa brings you all the kinky toys you desire, and as many spankings as you need. 🙂

Party Shoes

A few hours ago i dropped my Master off at the airport. We had a really wonderful visit, and i hope to write about some of the highlights.

But here’s a preview for the shoe lovers – this weekend was the weekend of party shoes. Sadly, i have no fabulous parties to go to this holiday season, so we opted not to keep any of them. But this pair is really tugging on my heart strings, and i’ll sniffle a little as i send them back from whence they came.

Black and White

Shoes: Satisfaction by Carlos Santana. Interesting, but in the end we decided not to keep them.

What’s she got on under that skirt?

Nothing, of course…

Better with a little adornment?

Purple Passion

Purple shirt, purple shoes, purple flowers on the bed spread, purple dildo. After we finished this (really hot) photo shoot, my Master made me laugh (and then squeal with other kinds of delight) when he told me:

“I have to fuck you now. Everything about you matches. I can’t help myself.”

i do love that man, i really really do. Thank You, Sir.

Here’s the link to the shoes, in case you were wondering. They were very cute, but they squeaked horribly when i walked, so back they went.

Backed Up

Davis pokes his head into my cubicle. “The toilet’s backed up again,” he tells me.

“I know, and I’ve already called the plumber, but they can’t get here until tomorrow.”

“Boss says we should use you instead. How do you want it, in a glass, or straight from the tap?”

i’m not one to turn down the opportunity for a cock in my mouth, although i’d rather it was cum hitting the back of my throat than piss. But i know my job, and i get out from behind my desk and kneel on the floor in front of Davis.

He unzips his pants – a little too eagerly, i think – and feeds his soft cock into my open mouth. i try to relax and think zen thoughts as the taste of his piss starts to fill my mouth and i struggle to keep swallowing and not choke. Finally, he’s done, and pulls out and zips up.

As he’s walking out the door, he turns to me – “Lyn, bring me a cup of coffee, will you? i have a feeling i’m going to need a lot of coffee today.”

Much more ladylike