My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
He moved his nails up and down my back as I rubbed my tits against his side. Then I started drifting into slumber again.
I wasn’t behaving in a caring, supportive manner. At that moment I was still his dirty slut who in frustration could only think of wanting more from the date night.
During our sexual play hand spanking in general is very much part of our relationship. It makes me feel horny most of the time but occasionally a good spanking helps me to focus on reality.
A few minutes ago my man blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. Not being sure what is in front or wanting to trip and hurt myself, I just stand, blinded by the dark.
Submissive Saturday ~ Would it be my turn for a climax now? Apparently not. He told me to clean up and meet him by the tennis court.