Today’s post is an illustrated summary of the silly posts I made on Fetlife yesterday while I worked from W’s house.
Some days I crack myself the hell up.
This day, W wanted to try out some of the “toys” he’s found recently while he’s been on a house reorganization binge. A full day with me here at his mercy is obviously the day to do it. The trick was to not limit my abilities to perform my real job. Cuz yeah, I got one.
My Good Morning post of the day: W says his hand is hurting. He finally figured out why…from this morning’s activity. Apparently I have superstrong, er, girlparts. “Sacrifices must be made,” he says. I’m behind that 100%!
I love it that curling his hand inside my cunt hurt his hand. Didn’t hurt my girlparts much. In fact, felt damn good. Well, maybe because I kinda like the hurt. You know the saying, “Hurt’s so good”? A perfect way to wake up.
He started off with something simple: handcuffs.
He, of course, had to use them in a way they are not normally used (and probably not approved for!)
After a bit of time I guess he decided I had it too easy, because he moved up to something a little more…invasive.
I had to share my new buddy on Fetlife.
10 AM: There’s something so wrong about typing an email to a work colleague w/ one hand so I can hold the bar w/the the trailer hitch attached to it in my cunt w/the other.
10:15 AM:Oh how thoughtful–he tied it in. What a nice Boss I have.
10:25 AM: Also. Pretty pink panties and lavender beads around a dull metal bar? Wrong too.
- (Name) commented: Interesting…your definition of “wrong” and my definition of “pretty” are exactly the same!
Yeah, I think W feels much the same. lol
10:30 AM And, um…I just found out if I move (carefully!) it hits JUST the right spot…
11:30 AM: Also, he poo-poo’d using lube for the trailer hitch. “You produce enough lube all on your own.” He was right, of course.
We had errands to run for lunch, so W reconfigured me for going out in the wide world. He gave me the choice between the j-hook and my tit collars. I chose the tit collars. And a semi-sheer t-shirt with no bra all on my own.
11:45 AM: W just said of my tit-collared nipples (when I asked if they were too obvious in my semi-sheer tshirt to go out to lunch): “No! They make cute little tweaky buttons.” ‘Tweaky buttons!’ Hah!
- (Name) commented: lol you’ve got tweak buttons!
- (Name) commented: I wish Fet had a like button because that just made my day
- (Name) commented: No one will notice them – they won’t be able to get past the trailer hitch…
I was warm, so the Boss let me strip down a bit to cool down when we got back from lunch.
2 PM: The Boss says I need 2 update my status. Back home, tit collars still on, but he’s added new fun-the metal bra he made 4 me. It’s hot too, so I’m stripped down to a pink thong (& pink heels to match.)
And no, @name, I did not go to lunch with the lovely trailer hitch still stuffed up my cunt!
W is all about improving on prototypes, though, and he can’t ever let me get off easy. In fact, later he made some additional “improvements”…at least he felt they were.
5 PM: Yay! Workday is over…and now we play! Basement, here I come…
Did I say “Yay”? If you knew what he put me through in the basement, you’d wonder how I could begin to say “yay.”
Oh wait, you will know, soon, when I write about it here. Stay tuned!