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Love and Trust
Two words that should run together, but do they?
Sure, you can say you love some one, but do you trust them? Do you trust them to do the right thing, to truly look out for your safety, your well being?
I asked that to myself, does my Lovey truly trust me? I believe she did, but I tested it, for us to advance further, she needs to know that she can trust me, no matter how scared she is.
She had made some errors over the past week and they added up to three. So, we had three punishments coming.
Dressed so lovely in white hose, 4 inch heels, and bra, I tied her wrists in front of her, then her knees together. She hobbled over to where the hook was hanging from the ceiling in the next room. I pulled her hands high above her, stretching her reach, then slide a cookie sheet under her feet. She had a hard time with that, but so nice to see her struggle (I'm so evil )
Producing a brown paper bag, I took out four old light bulbs and asked her how many mistakes she needed to be punished for. She said 1, but I honestly don't think she remembered from a few days before. I advised her three, then placed three of the four bulbs back in the brown bag and placed that bag into a ziplock.
Taking a small hammer, I pounded the bulbs so they all broke inside the bag. From there, it was time to take away her sight and I blindfolded her. Rubbing my hands over her body as I poured the bag around her feet.
Then I lifted her one foot, leaving her to balance on the other as I slide off her shoe.
That is when the panic began. I guided her foot back down to the cookie sheet, placing her foot in the same place it had been. Then I took off the other shoe and repeated.
Now, if she moved around at all, she would step on the broken glass. Well, what she thought was broken glass, because while she was blindfolded, I reached under the bed and pulled out a pre-positioned bag of crushed potato chips and poured them around her feet.
When she began to shift, she felt what she thought was glass. She began to cry and beg to be let go.
I scooped some up and placed them between her breasts as she shivered and cried out. Then I removed the blindfold.
She looked down and then at me. I was so hard at this point, she looked so beautiful. I cut her loose and advised her to not bring any chips into the bed.
After cleaned her feet of any chips, she also cleaned out between her breasts...she's learning
Buddha
Two words that should run together, but do they?
Sure, you can say you love some one, but do you trust them? Do you trust them to do the right thing, to truly look out for your safety, your well being?
I asked that to myself, does my Lovey truly trust me? I believe she did, but I tested it, for us to advance further, she needs to know that she can trust me, no matter how scared she is.
She had made some errors over the past week and they added up to three. So, we had three punishments coming.
Dressed so lovely in white hose, 4 inch heels, and bra, I tied her wrists in front of her, then her knees together. She hobbled over to where the hook was hanging from the ceiling in the next room. I pulled her hands high above her, stretching her reach, then slide a cookie sheet under her feet. She had a hard time with that, but so nice to see her struggle (I'm so evil )
Producing a brown paper bag, I took out four old light bulbs and asked her how many mistakes she needed to be punished for. She said 1, but I honestly don't think she remembered from a few days before. I advised her three, then placed three of the four bulbs back in the brown bag and placed that bag into a ziplock.
Taking a small hammer, I pounded the bulbs so they all broke inside the bag. From there, it was time to take away her sight and I blindfolded her. Rubbing my hands over her body as I poured the bag around her feet.
Then I lifted her one foot, leaving her to balance on the other as I slide off her shoe.
That is when the panic began. I guided her foot back down to the cookie sheet, placing her foot in the same place it had been. Then I took off the other shoe and repeated.
Now, if she moved around at all, she would step on the broken glass. Well, what she thought was broken glass, because while she was blindfolded, I reached under the bed and pulled out a pre-positioned bag of crushed potato chips and poured them around her feet.
When she began to shift, she felt what she thought was glass. She began to cry and beg to be let go.
I scooped some up and placed them between her breasts as she shivered and cried out. Then I removed the blindfold.
She looked down and then at me. I was so hard at this point, she looked so beautiful. I cut her loose and advised her to not bring any chips into the bed.
After cleaned her feet of any chips, she also cleaned out between her breasts...she's learning
Buddha
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