In a whole weekend of amazing crazy kinky fun times, this was the part Master most wanted in my blog:
He's tying me to the cross (borrowed) in our basement Sunday morning, and says "I've given you a sock. Do you know what that means?"
I say questioningly "It means I'm a free house elf?"
"No. It doesn't mean a damn thing, bitch! You will always be my slave," he corrects me with a big grin.
Then he turns to Saumya, (Reference previous blogs here and here) who is laid out on the floor on a couple of cushions, who he has previously beaten into a puddle like state and then wrapped in blankets to rest and recover, and says:
"She loves that part best."