There’s a lollipop in your bag and you’re not a sweet tooth kinda guy but I did say I’d put in a treat for you. Its getting to that time if day at work where you could use a pick me up.
Last night was different somehow. You were laid flat on the floor and although blindfolded your hands were left untied. I told you they would remain so, if you kept them at your sides. I know it wasn’t easy for you being so close to everything you love & unable to touch, but like the dutiful servant, you obeyed.
Come to think of it there was the sound of plastic being unwrapped but you thought nothing of it at the time as I was making warm puddles on your torso. Anyway you told yourself earlier this week that you were not going to be jealous of my toys, even if they get to be in places you belong. Actually it was also pretty sticky but you were too busy trying not to let all the blood rush to your head to think anything of it, as I rubbed my titties in your face and played.
You inspect the item more closely recalling the events of the night before. It has been tampered with and resealed. When you unwrap it the scent of me is mixed with choccovanilla. Just like I tasted on your tongue but not as intense. You resist the urge to sniff the sweet, but lick the wrapper. Waste not, want not!
‘I thought you didn’t like hard candy?’ one of your colleagues ask responding to your contagious smile. ‘I dont’ you reply ‘but this one has a secret ingredient’
Yet we’ve never touched or even met physically. I just know there’s something there. I don’t hide anything from him about my search as I wait for our inevitable, yet he still wants to be mine. How intoxicating to meet someone that understands themselves and is aware enough to enjoy the thought of giving another control. This doesn’t make you weak or less than in my eyes as so many subs seem to think. Quite the contrary, In fact if we can’t build a friendship from it and enjoy each others company I’m likely to get bored rather quickly. It’s also more fun when my mood changes and you are reminded of your place. *smiles*
That’s the kind of toy I want. An independent spirit that willingly offers up a part of themselves they seldom share with others. Something that’s ours alone and can not be easily explained or categorised. We make our own rules.
My thoughts still wander as I work on that desk. One of my most lucid daydreams. I picture you trying to work, typing away at the keyboard preparing for your next meeting. You look so serious with your mind focused so intently. How can I resist distracting you?
I move the keyboard aside and sit in its place. My legs on the arms if your chair. That’s got your attention! I lift my skirt up and play until I leave a puddle on the desk. My wet fingers trace your lips. I pull my skirt down and leave the room to make tea. We both know you would love to clean that puddle with your tongue or at least lick your lips. I wonder how long you will hold out before you ask…
Thanks for stopping by. My search for a pet has not been as easy as I thought but I have had fun and often hilarious adventures on my journey so I’m going to start documenting it. You are welcome…
The thoughts of Miss Evie
This is a space where I can share my domme thoughts with potential pets and anyone interested. I often have day dreams of past adventures and ideas on what I would like to do with the right toy…