"It gave me a look."

Yesterday, I worked for 10 hours, yes 10 hours, at a volunteer event for a local non-profit. Wearing a "simple" chest harness. And while the morning started out with nervous arousal--and involved many a hot moment of me thinking, "Ha, I'm wearing a chest harness!" while in various conversations, and ended with me feeling proud I made it all day--there were several points during the day of wanting to tear that sucker from my body.

As a reward of sorts, Gander stayed home with the kids and I went to a party.

After getting home and getting the goslings to bed, it was time to play. I was the sex dolly for the evening and very ready to just let go.

Gander blindfolded me, massaged the day's hard work away, and asked me to stand. He attached our new cuffs to my wrists and ankles, and began to wrap Monk's red rope round my thighs tightly. He was sneaky and included an O-ring in the rope all the better to cuff my wrists to my thighs. Ankles now attached as well, I was told to kneel. I took him in my mouth, serviced him, pleasured him, worshipped that Ganderific cock until he came and I got a nice treat.

Various things occurred which I am hard pressed to remember, though I believe they involved a tight crotch rope, me being bitten in various areas and clothespins on my nipples. And some kind of weird psuedo-fisting vibrator insertion combo. All I remember was thinking, are those sounds actually coming from me? I sounded like an animal. Yum.

Gander decided he needed to fuck me as the finale. He did so, for quite some time, and rather fiercely I might add. He also thought it would be a good idea to spank my pussy with our small flogger. He gave me a few thwacks, then paused.

"Why are you spanking my pussy? It's been so good." I asked rather breathlessly at this point.
After a second, he said: "It gave me a look."

I've heard of bratty bottoms, but really.
Have a good week!