You know, that reminds me of a funny story. The first time I visited a domme in France, she asked if I wanted to be "blessé". So of course I said "Oui, Maîtresse!" and I knelt down and waited for divine benediction.
Funny old world, isn't it? And apparently in Estonian, the phrase "blow job" means "penectomy". Strange but true. Could be all sorts of scope for amusing misunderstandings there, I imagine.
On we go.
|Well... it's not as if the chair's that comfortable anyway. Me on the ring, her sitting on the chair...we'll see who cracks first.|
|Nothing to see here, let's move on.|
|She's going to be her own, er... ex-step-mother! How cool is that?|
|Ah yes. Hers isn't quite as frilly. And, to be fair, it doesn't say "punishment dress" on it either. Or have the little lacy cuffs at the back for wrists. And she can take it off herself. Still, nice to be a matching couple.|