Who did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key.

My orgasms always come first. I decide when and if you get to cum. Remember, your purpose is to please and serve me. Post should be mostly text in nature. Images are allowed but should be supplementary to stories, and should be included in the actual story via a link. When you serve her to help her create the life of her dreams, this should cause just as much pleasure as having your kink satisfied. If it does not, you are not looking for a FLR and you can pay someone to play kinky games with you. FLR is about service with LOVE. You help her create her fantasy life and in return she appreciates you for being amazing to her and ensures that your needs are met as well. A nice tongue bath on my feet is perfect after a long hot day.” Her feet were extra smelly today due to the heat.you better long to THANK me for the privilege of being my toejam. And if I sense any hesitation from you I will I started slurping up the rest of her Golden nectar. It was really clear and had sort of a very diluted sweet flavor.. kinda like how Hint water has subtle flavors of fruit. Except.. it didn’t taste like any fruit lol. Two days after the initial call, we spoke to Alan on the phone. Initially, he was monosyllabic and talked in a monotone. I knew that victims were left extremely withdrawn after years of being institutionalised. But when I handed the phone to Mum, Alan said: “It’s so good to hear your voice.” Somehow, we all managed to stay composed, but once we had said our goodbyes, the tears came. After about ten minutes, she tells me to get her a refill, and I hurry over to the kitchen to get her another drink.

Since our little chat last night, I thought it would be a good idea to buy you a gift,” she says while looking through one of the bags. She pulls out a collar attached to a leash and shows it to me. The collar had my name engraved on it.Thank you, Goddess.” I said immediately. “..I deserved that.” She told me never to say what I said again. I assured her I would never say it again.