Not all sessions go as planned. I’ve been writing a lot of stories for my book this week and I can’t help but poke fun at myself for the myriad of times that some of my more far-fetched ideas have blown up in my face. In recounting memories of some of the worst the one that makes me laugh the most had absolutely nothing to do with Femdom or BDSM , but rather my penchant for being somewhat of a bird-brain while travelling the world on my Mistress as a Girlfriend experiences. So my sumbissive pet had checked us into a cute boutique hotel in the Gare du Nord area of Paris. He was following my instructions to find us …
Public Humiliation @ The Mall , Athens Greece I saw her first. Tall , volumptuous with long silky brown hair that was draped over her slighly shorter boyfriends head as she leaned her cheek against his coming up on the escalator. Her low cut yellow halter top was simple enough , but it was greatly accentuated by her small but perfectly rounded breasts – and her magnetic protruding pink nipple which stretched the malleable fabric – just so. I’m a great admirer of beauty , female or otherwise. I reckon that I compare favourably to her , save my height disadvantage. That I’m not tall is my greatest regret. Her boyfreind was cute too , I’d do him in …
