Sometimes I Talk Too Much

What a glorious day – the beach is beautiful, the sun is perfect.  Not too hot, but that special warmth on the skin that makes you want to just take pause and lean back and enjoy it.  There’s a slight breeze even, coming off the ocean and through the small bushes and trees up and down the beach.  We have this perfect spot, clean sand, some greenery, easy short trip to the cabana bar and just… silence.

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FPF – Tired of Seeing Steel Yet?

Just in case it’s no…

One of the things about chastity toys and devices and how you approach it is that it’s so different person-to-person – or at least you have a lot of options in how you want to approach it.  For some it’s outright denial.  For others it’s a bondage-type thing.  For still others it’s a “control” thing.

For some, the steel is a great thing.  And that’s just an initial pass, and doesn’t take into account power exchange stuff or any combination of these and other things.

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On Display

Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited.  They were all women.  You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc.  You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun.  Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.

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So Wet

We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring.  We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown.  Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.

It’s also been raining all day.  The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.

We’re soaked to the core.  The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.

As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open.  We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints.  You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions.  It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.

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