Last Thursday night, i was hoping that Sir would come over after He got off work, but i wasn’t a bit sure that he would. Some people from work were going out for drinks and wanted me to join them – i told them i had tentative plans but i’d come if my plans fell through. By 7:00, i was pretty sure He wasn’t going to come over, but i decided to call Him and make sure there wasn’t any hope before i gave up and went out.
So i probably wasn’t in quite the right head space when i called him. i don’t even remember exactly what He said, or what i said. What i remember is him demanding to know if i wanted His cock or not, and if i did, why wasn’t i telling him how much i wanted it, like i usually do? Why was He having to ask me questions? And really, i could barely think or talk and i could hear myself saying “Yes, Sir” and “No, Sir” in this little bitty voice and i felt ridiculous.
And then He was talking about me complaining on my blog about not getting enough attention, and i was trying to explain that i really hadn’t been complaining and He said He wasn’t buying that. And i felt all frazzled and worried.
BUT. It was all worth it, because then He said He hoped my pussy and my nipples were ready for some attention because He was coming over. And i was delighted because, you know, they really were longing for attention!
And they got it.
When He pulled up in front of the house, i was waiting at the door, so i saw right away that He had his red toolbox with him. And i was half scared and half thrilled, and i was right to be both.
If you look closely, you can see the chain clips in the top...
He set the toolbox down in the bedroom, and began taking items out. There were nipple clamps, and a chain. i already know the chain well.
As you might guess, the chain wraps around my waist, then runs down between my legs and gets pulled up to hook on the part around my waist. It presses tight against my pussy, and between the cheeks of my ass. When He had used it before, He proclaimed it the perfect length, and promised to put it aside to use again. Now here it was.
With the nipple clamps. Which He’d only really used once before on me. Yikes.
He was still taking items out of the toolbox, slowly and deliberately. And – o, my, is that supposed to go inside me?
to be continued…
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