naughty BDSM question, please dont look if easily offended

used interesting things???
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Wow. The mind boggles...I wonder if any of the RL BDSM lifestylers have yard sales full of...interesting...things.

Thanks, Zi and Love. That's more where I need to head.

For the afternoons when we get the chance, I will tell her as I leave in the morning to be in a teddy on the pillow in my room at 11:25 with the riding crop in her mouth. Maybe put cuffs on her ankles while she is still in bed in the mornings and tell her to have the bath ready for me at noon. Give her something to anticipate so she can have herself ready. That way we can get right to it. BAM!

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--tame?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."

"To establish ties?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think she has tamed me . . . "

"It is possible," said the fox. "On earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious. "On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox. But he came back to his idea. "My life is very monotonous," he said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. The fox hearing the sound of a step that is different from all the other steps All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . . "

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please--tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . . "

"What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . . "

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . . "

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

Wow. The mind boggles...I wonder if any of the RL BDSM lifestylers have yard sales full of...interesting...things.

in a word...
SaranWrap....

Oh, a lunch time quickie? Why didn't you say so! Tell her to make lunch.

Tuna tacos?

Is that too much to ask for?

Sure, if you think you can eat them off of her naked body, periodically giving her a morsel to enjoy...

I'm offended that the question isn't offensive in the least. I'm extremely disappointed.

I will tell her as I leave in the morning to be in a teddy on the pillow in my room at 11:25 with the riding crop in her mouth.

in a word...
SaranWrap....

I never thought of my Saran Wrap lingerie as BDSM wear.

... What i want to see is sweat soaked locks of hair stuck in random stripes across her face. Wild and unfocused eyes darting about. The way her lips tremble with her ragged, panting breath. Too far gone to plead and not knowing whether to beg for more or for release if she could. That's when I know, she is mine. Completely. That's when I love her so much my heart aches.

Is that too much to ask for?

There's always the ever popular sushi tray.