After a busy, fun and somewhat tiring Eroticon weekend we managed to grab a lie in on Monday. That extra night was definitely worth it. So, feeling much more refreshed I headed for the shower. But not before being instructed to sit in front of the window. Our view was of the street and opposite a chain coffee shop. While I sat there, I was thinking of breakfast. I suspect Master though had thoughts of breakfast of a different type.
Master, who took these photos has edited them two different ways.
Before we knew what this month’s prompt would be G put together this little image. That particular window and the furniture lent themselves to playing with the images. Lucky really since while on holiday this week we’ve both been ill. So there’s sadly been little inclination for sex, orgasms or photos.
The main symbol of my submission, that I am Master’s slave is my collar. Mostly I wear the same titanium collar and rarely remove it. You can see it in most of the photos of me, taken in the last 4 years or so. For Christmas Master presented me with a new collar. Something to wear on special occasions, given its weight. The photo below was taken at the end of January. For most of that month I had been unable to wear anything around my neck because of my radiotherapy treatment. That finished on 31st and so when we went to our local munch that evening I wore my Christmas collar. A symbol of his ownership of me and that I am his slave.
I love the whiteness of the hotel sheets. The contrast against my skin. I love the expanse of the bed, the way we have to travel to touch. The luxury of the vast shower, warm towels and white robe awaits. For now I indulge in the pleasure and whiteness of this bed.
While hooked up in the play swing last night I took a few photos. These are not the best of the bunch but I am saving those for February Photofest. I played with the Prisma editing app on my phone and these show that even under exposed photos of my legs can come out looking rather interesting.
We were out in the middle of the woods on our way up to a church, historic site or some such in Slovenia. I was caught short and needed the loo. Sadly there were no suitable conveniences around so I was forced to squat where I was. Little did I know, not only was someone watching, but he caught me on camera.
Yesterday we had the most wonderful time. My son got married and so the day was filled with love and laughter, with food and drink. It was a long and tiring day and so after we got home we decided to take a bath. I jumped in first and watched him undress (and then look at his phone). I was the voyeur and he the watched.