Day After

It's the day after flowers and gift boxes .. and the day of Love... and i was thinking this morning sometimes the best gifts don't come wrapped up in boxes with pretty paper and ribbon.... and yeah i know that is a "duh" statement.........

BUT really - the best things don't...

like yesterday...

i was icing a special "heart felt" cake i had made for Sir (instead of the more traditional card ) and Sir comes in the kitchen.. pushes me down onto the counter (narrowly missing His cake) and fucks me till i am squirting all over the kitchen floor (and in my slippers .. geeeez !!!) Then mid morning He bound my breasts with leather thongs ... and sent me back to play with my blogs (in case you hadn't noticed i changed the template here on The Journey - AND - i got the one for the fictional journey up and running - thanks to kethry for her suggestion) the bound breasts were probably the inspiration i needed to figure out the html code problems....

Then last night.. ass over the ottoman.. and both the dog whip and the circus whip were used.. and god it hurt.. and i was whining... but it didn't take long for me to get into the rhythm... even the heavy leather strap felt wonderful...........

Yeah - sometimes the best gifts don't come wrapped in pretty gift boxes...

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Guess what??!!! Sir did a post on the weekend too !!!! You can see His cake.. and read His version of the day .. HERE......... enjoy!!!