02/04/10
Yesterday my slave announced she was going to “the stores”. Usually this means the supermarket but when she came home she said she’d been to town but wouldn’t tell me where exactly she went, just saying “you’ll find out”. She has a special, secretive demeanour, which she seems to save for such occasions and over time I learned that further prodding would be pointless; I’d find out what she was up to in due time. After dinner she dug up her sewing machine, set it up on the table and unceremoniously told me to go to my office and not come into the living room. None the wiser I retired to my office from where I could hear the sewing machine buzzing away. After a few hours she announced she was ready and proudly showed me the results of her home crafts. She had made, for lack of a better word, a set of tit cuffs. These black faux-leather cuffs are elastic and have double D-rings on one end so you can pull them tight to fit around the base of the breast. The interesting thing is that in-between the lace and the elastic she had put thumbnails, thus creating simple yet very efficient little instruments to torture her tits with. My horny little painslut proudly confessed she’d been thinking about it for a few days, mulling over the best way to put them together. Ever the fashionista, she even made a second pair, also in black but this time sequined. After all, a fashion conscious girl can’t be caught out wearing tit cuffs that mismatch her lingerie. While at it, she also produced a pair of elastic thigh cuffs in black lace, this time with the thumbnails sticking out. Should she try and cross her legs, something she is not supposed to do as it prevents easy and immediate access to My holes, the thumbnails will give her a literally sharp reminder not to. Of course I was anxious to immediately try out the effectiveness of our new toys but we decided to wait until tonight. My slave will cook a wonderful dinner and while I enjoy her cookery skills I will have the pleasure of looking at her, knowing that the thumbnails in her tit cuffs are digging into her tits. Can’t wait for dinner! Trackback address for this postTrackback URL (right click and copy shortcut/link location) 1 comment
Comment from: MrJ [Visitor]
Sounds like a creative design! My sincere compliments. Wondering how it looks like.
07/02/10 @ 18:30
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Why The Answering Machine?Maybe it seems a very odd title given the nature of this weblog, its perhaps best explained by a quote from a mail i recently sent Master asking His permission to set it up: "Why a weblog? Hmm Your comment about the answering machine comes to mind, extremely handy in that it gives You the chance to listen to it, answer or not at Your own time. A strange analogy maybe but i think it because a weblog would feel like that answering machine. i sometimes find myself thinking of You, okok who am i kidding here? i very often find myself thinking of You and things come to mind that i want to share with You, they are trivial in that they do not warrant a mail, some how that would feel intrusive and so i just would not write it. With a weblog i could write when i felt the need and You could read at Your own leisure, the answering machine :) Well and also because i am a very content and proud slave and more than happy for the world to know that :)" Master gladly consented and i was then stuck for a title for the log, He suggested The Answering Machine and i thought it totally perfect and so The Answering Machine was born. There you have it, not such an odd title after all :) |