I must have been a bad girl again, that can be the only explanation. Why is it that whenever I plan a nice afternoon to myself I find out I have done something naughty and get tied up and punished. I wouldn’t have worn my pretty red dress if I had known what was going to happen to me.
When a big leather clad man grabs you from behind in your garden you must don’t know what to expect. It turns out that I was in for some serious punishment at the hands of my tormenter. Handcuffed over the top of a cage it isn’t long before I find my pretty red dress hoisted up and my panties down. My poor bottom will never be the same again.
I love a little time to myself playing in the dungeon. All the toys and other equipment use waiting to be used leaves me feeling a little hot and bothered. T doesn’t take long for the strain to start showing under my sheer dress and I have to relive the tension with a sticky conclusion.
Out for an evening stroll the other day I found some scaffolding that had been left up and where there is scaffolding there must be builders. Big strong men who need some relief from a hard day’s work. The thought of being found and put to use left me rock hard but when no-one appears I had to have a little fun on my own.