Time Warp
• Fun
Last night Richard and I had a very intimate evening in with drinks. I put on some domme boots which have a very high platform so I was taller than him, but we were talking about stuff that we have said or done in the past which caused minor upset in the other. It was a wonderful feeling to get something off of my chest and allow Richard to do the same.
After all the talking was done and Richard had relaxed (he was feeling tense earlier), I began rubbing and squishing his crotch with my massive boots. We had a couple more drinks as the foreplay went on… Eventually I looked at the clock exhaustedly and decided it was time for bed.
I went to sleep.
Morning next I woke up with bruised fingers and 4 cuts down my right leg. Can you tell where I’m going with this yet? Richard told me that I had attached a testicle leash and collar on him, taken him out into the back yard and eventually made him lick the mud off of my boots. Then we came back inside and apparently both crashed on the couch for several hours, until about 4 when I woke up and went to bed.
The really odd thing for me is that I have never, ever, lost time to alcohol whether it be going on a bender or getting smashed with a few friends at home. Never ever have I lost one second of time, so this is most weird. And how can I tell my slave to lick my boots and not remember it? It’s inconceivable!
Anyway the cuts are apparently because I stumbled over on my way in. High heels + high platforms + uneven ground + near darkness + excessive alcohol = falling over, I guess.
Well, Richard owned up to making the drinks way too strong so he’s wholly responsible for the this fiasco, and will be duly punished later on today…