Still no word from Blackie. And now I’m afraid I’m not scoring any points with a phone Master B…
I’m not responding promptly enough to messages and racking up what I fear will be one hell of a punishment on my ass. It’s not that I’m not trying — heaven knows I am! But the usual beginning of the work week at my consulting company and servicing a new phone Master is keeping me on my toes.
Even with my ample tits and ass, it feels like there’s just not enough of me to go around!
But there’s this voice in my ear…
Blackie’s voice (at least I’m hearing his voice somehow) and it’s reminding me that it doesn’t matter how difficult it all is: I’m here to serve — and promptly.
Failure shouldn’t be an option — though failure does provide opportunity for those I serve.
So I’m dancing as fast as I can, as fast as my shackles will let me.
Image credits: Photograph by Sofia Karla, found via S & M = Smoke & Mirrors.
Tags: ankle cuffs, BDSM relationships, serving, shoes, toes and feet
