The time has gone so fast! Almost the end of January and this is the penultimate post for Six Sentence Sunday. *sniffle* Back to Breaking Him In which I think I’ll stick with to round off the rest of the month and these posts altogether.
Master has firmly wedged himself into Raven’s play time. But what does he have planned…?
He beckoned her forward and as she moved he took the spreader bar off the sofa and lengthened it to its longest point. “Bend over.”
Biting back whimper, Raven did exactly that, leaning over to assume the position she knew so well; forearms laid flat on the sofa cushions, legs spread, body bent sharply from the waist. She heard Master bend down and felt the soft touch of his hands as he brushed them over her exposed rear on the way down to her ankles. The cuffs were already there, complete with buckles and tiny padlocks which he fastened to the spreader bar with rapid precision.
The air was cool against her thighs and bottom, each movement of her master causing a breeze to rush against her skin.
Oooo, I’m feeling kinda tingly myself! This sort of saucy play is just the sort of thing to brighten a rather gloomy and grey Sunday, wouldn’t you say?