“Those stockings should always be worn with stripes.”
I wasn’t planning on wearing them today just taking some pictures in them and anyway I think stripes on stripes might be a bit much.
“I don’t mean other stripy clothes Slutmine I mean stripes, on you. Beautiful bright red welts to be precise.”
“Oh, those kind of stripes.”
But before I even got to the end of the sentence he was gone from the room. I took my pictures, thinking about what I might write. Lost in the moment I didn’t hear him come back up the stairs or even notice him standing in the corner of the room until I hear the soft swish of the crop as it patted it against the palm of his hand.
“I couldn’t find the whip” he explained “But the crop will make stripes too”
“But only if you do it super hard” I grumbled
“I know.” he said grinning as he walked towards me
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