It’s all in the wrist
As I type this I can hear his pathetic whimpers from inside the closet. “Mistresssss…..Miss…” he trails off breathlessly. I hate and love his whining in this moment. I refuse to answer. Especially after I’ve specifically told him today not to call me ‘Mistress’ that I wasn’t in fact his ‘Mistress’. “All of this is … [Tell me more…]