Hécuba

Me, trying my absolute best so the thief doesn't notice how excited this whole situation is making me.

My long-time readers know all too well how much I love this.

Wow! I didn't know James Bertoni did some works with men in ropes!

My owner touches them at eeeeevery single moment. It's crazy. I give him a hug, he touches them. I give him a kiss, he touches them. I'm writing on my blog and he comes over to see how I'm doing, he touches them. We watch a series, he touches them. He says good morning to me, he touches them. And it's always like that.

The best accessory for my lips is a gag.

Why is the thief taking so long? My jewelry is out in the open… Oh no, wait, could he have found my backpack with all my ropes, my gags, and my toys? I would die of embarrassment if he found out that this is turning me on so much!

Could you grab my non-prescription glasses for me, please? And the ball gag too, while you're at it…

There are times like these when I recognize a picture I've already commented on before, and I ask myself, 'What did I say or write about it back then? If I were to comment on it again… would it be a similar comment? And no less important… scattered-brained as I am, why on earth do I remember this picture?'

I'm not a big fan of the spread eagle, but I've always loved not being able to close my legs…