TMI Tuesday

1. Money or Fame? Why?
Money is more useful, fame is more annoying in that you can't go anywhere without people watching or talking to you.

2. Fish or Chicken?
Chicken.  I don't really like fish much at all.

3. Sleeping at night–too warm or too cold?
Neither one is good for sleeping, but I'd pick cold because it's easier to pile on more blankets than to sleep with an icepack (although I've done that latter one too).

4. Beard or Moustache? Why?

Beard.  I think only a moustache looks a bit bad on most people. 

5. Cars–classic or modern?
For driving- modern.
For looking at- some of the classic cars.  

Going to an old car show and looking inside some of these is a real treat, with the detailing they had.

6. Which holds more beauty–smile or eyes?
For me, it's the eyes.

7. Soothing the soul–hiking or shopping?
I don't really like shopping, but hiking really does soothe me.

Our First Masked Date

It started out as not a play date at all but a bike ride. We went 12 miles, which is a pretty big ride for me, especially on my groin area which had already been pounded in several ways early that morning.  Then it turned into tea and biscuits (hard to eat with masks though).   We were sitting there at the dining table and talk turned to the new floggers he'd bought, so of course they must be tried out!  They are beautiful, long black ones with purple leather subtle highlights braided in.  


Then Master said I needed to take off shirt, and then the rest of my clothes had to follow.  We moved to the bedroom and I bent over, kneeling on the bench at the end of the bed, my chest resting in a pile of pillows, still wearing my mask, which kept slipping upwards making an effective blindfold as well as covering my mouth. 


They started with the floggers, and then of course several canes and leather straps.   Eventually it was the turn of the great rubber kosh, to beat my pussy and for insertion.  At that point one was caning my clit area and the other fucking me with the kosh-dildo, making me come in a delightful spasm. 


The inner thigh caning was less delightful and more ow fuck that hurts!   Once my whole body was done it was time for cock sucking and then rest.


But not much rest!  My Master took me home and fucked me again almost right away!  My cunt was so sore that it was a delicious agony with every thrust.  I do love that.