I recognize this from the Olympics. Similar to a riding crop, this is longer (nearly four feet), slightly thinner and stiffer (but still wickedly limber) and with a small popper at the end. No doubt it makes an even more devastating weapon than her pointer. Yet as madly arousing as this whole ensemble is, my attention is riveted by Mistress’ face. Haughty and imperious as always upon greeting me, this has been given the benefit of cosmetics for the first time ever.
She said she was finally going to try makeup this weekend, and the results are simply stunning. From crimson lipstick to sculpted cheekbones, from the ruddiness of her complexion to her magically enhanced eyes she is totally…fucking…gorgeous! I want to drop immediately to my knees before her and weep with blessedness at belong
