As they say about President Knavs's husband's tweets: I think the title speaks for itself.
*basement
* still 'basement'
I wrote a story about loyalty cards once. That was when I wrote stories featuring the first domme I ever visited and her friend. They appear briefly in this one, under false names.
But this was my favourite from back then.
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| I uderstand more and more people these days are digging out cellar* conversions, creating lots of lovely extra space down there, far, far down beneath sound-proofed floors. |
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| They could go down to the cellar* and play with her toys. |
* still 'basement'
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| I've got a special brown card - it's kind of the opposite of a loyalty scheme. Hotels and airlines treat me like dirt wherever I go. |
But this was my favourite from back then.
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| I dunno. Feels a bit weird, trying on her dead dad's dresses. Don't know why. |
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| Apparently she does humiliation scenes too. She just doesn't always know when she's doing one. |