i woke this lovely, rainy friday. a day made for lying in bed and having the slave bring you a cup of tea then diving into a good book. nonetheless i pulled on my robe and came into the office to check the email and confirmations of the days appointments. both sessions reshceduled. one i believe, the other i dont. i worked on 2 projects, researched 2 more and made a few appts for next week.
even when not a soul walks through the door... darkness lifts its hazy veil and reigns perversion on my life through this blessed window .
checking collarme... i had the usual plethora of pleas and "can we chats" yet there were two that i feel obligated to share.
the first... a gentleman asked if i would be interested in using his balls for target practice with a bb gun. **mentioning it to 2 local masochists.. they were up for the task as well. so this will be something i'll do in the near future. an air soft gun, which i already have will do the job nicely.**
the second.... a gentleman asked if i would slice the head of his cock so it could be finger fucked... just when i think im a sick twisted freak...
i sent the niteflirt link to discuss such with them... but they have yet to call.
i dont hold my breath.
