7 Feb 2016 The last weekend in January, on total impulse with little rational thought, I drove the 7
7 Feb 2016 The last weekend in January, on total impulse with little rational thought, I drove the 7ish hours south to my Sir. Upon my departure, He tucked an envelope into my satchel and told me I was not to open it until I was in O/our northern home, settled for the evening. I got back to New York at the stroke of 10 PM, walked the dog, slipped into my too-big King-less king-size bed and read His handwriting on the front of the envelope. “Take one for next day. Only one. You may NOT substitute! Any infractions will be reported. Master” Inside, several small slips of paper, each with writing. Last night’s, the last one, to be executed today, Sunday, reads: “You will tape and secure your nipples and leave them that way the whole day. Master.” I have complied despite having a lunch date and shopping and chores once I get back home. The choose to wear a loose, frumpy sweater went right out the window as I snuggled a strip of black duct tape around each pink nipple, forming fat sensitive points. Tighter sweater, 100% wool. No bra, no t-shirt. I adore pleasing my Master. OX -SmartSurrender -- source link