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Yesterday, for Mothers Day, since I’m an airhead, I spent the day in the dungeon. Over a month ago, I scheduled this session with my panty slave who comes from out of town and had made air and hotel reservations by the time I realized my mistake. And since I had already booked something with one slave, I went ahead and booked a session with my darling sweater fetishist as well. Two long sessions would, after all, go a long way to financing my Mother Day trip to Disneyland which was what I REALLY wanted for Mothers Day anyway.
Plans were made and play was negotiated. Both slaves has a variety of interests and I’ve known each for several years. They are both terribly submissive and looking forward to an afternoon in the dungeon being dominated.
I’m sure you, dear reader are conjuring up images of dark leather filled room filled with screams of pain. Truthfully, so was I. Both sessions went awry though, reminding me, once again of what I’ve known for years.
Angie at A Whole Lot of Nothing started it. Blame her. She’s all… old school blogging! Meme’s suck! Yadda yadda …. Panties…. and suddenly I was paying attention. I was all, ew! I could never show my panty drawer to the interwebs. There’s… stuff in there. It’s a mess. A gross hot mess. It’s the Kardashian of panty drawers.
But then I started laughing at the ridiculousness of my panty drawer. Trust me. If there was an award for ridiculous panty drawers, a Golden Tampon or a Shiny Brass G String – it would oh, so be mine. Let’s have a look, shall we?
1. BDSM VHS tape. Widely distributed. Starring… Me. What? Doesn’t everyone have that in their drawer? My only question is, where are the other two?
2. Not so secret boxes to hide my jewels. No so secret secret? Aside from the box my engagement ring came in? And my teeth? They are empty.
3. Hot Gross Mess.