Below is a message I got from my SIR in NYC yesterday as well as some photos from our last play session earlier this month. He’s a good story teller… and player.
“SIR’s boots clunk down the steps and He sees it stir slightly. Pecker gag removed and SIR’s boots inserted instead. it’s on it’s side with one boot in its mouth and the other on the side of it’s neck to make sure it doesn’t stop sucking the boot properly…just a tough sticking out of a rubber muscle mass waiting for something else to suck on…but then Nah! SIR isn’t in the rewarding mood quite yet….boot is pulled away, water dish placed somewhere …maybe in reach…maybe not. But there is a straw somewhere on the ground that if it can’t find water close enough, that maybe the straw will reach the bowl. SIR tells the shitbag to drink….and laughs in amusement while it searches for the H2O…
It is told it has 5 minutes to find it and drink it all or else….the foot steps go back up the stairs and the door slammed shut…”
Kept just 7 hours like this. Longer imprisonment with each visit.
That is just fucking HOT. And 7 hours? That’s not easy to get to. Awesome. Simply awesome.
Why is 7 hours such a big deal? Anything less then 12 is too easy 🙂