Ford Ranger

I’ve stopped to taste but only remember the smell.

and why? the next would still give, piece by piece just as willingly

Yeah, I’m not sure I could actually revisit that scene anytime soon, Mistress! Finally looking up and seeing you both in those outfits was pretty overwhelming - burned in my brain. And it just got more intense from there, Mistress Dalisay! You don’t have to be Catholic to have things to confess, Mistress Matira! And trust me I can still feel the Spirit inside me!

Head down in the dark hearing about my sins and the need to remove all lust from my body only to look up and see the two most stunning and seductive and punitive nuns…talk about a long road to salvation I’ll be honest, I think we all felt like maybe we needed to find local churches for Sunday morning after that one. I’m not normally that into full-on scenes, but after all the chatter on the board I just had to explore a confessional scene, and Sister Dalisay and Sister Matira got me deep in role. Insufficient prayers abounded. And I got to be their first vict… penitent for a new discipline device. Being a new toy on a new toy is the best. (It was also first time meeting Mistress Matira. Her enthusiasm for the role was infectious! Thank you both! I can’t promise my spirit is acting much better and my flesh is weaker than ever. I guess I’m going to have to come confess again.)

Welcome to the best addiction out there!

What a stunning and fun group. 🥂

I love this for you. Congratulations!

At first I was thinking about how these things spread. Narrow to wide is always useful. And then I remembered how they push. Spring-loaded, force and release. But then I started thinking about how they pinch. And where they could pinch. And then I stopped thinking.

…if you can’t beat em, join em!

Ha. Not as familiar as you might suspect. Clapped in irons or tied to a mast on the other hand .