Packing for Eroticon I couldn’t think why the case wouldn’t shut when I was packing for only one night, pushing up at me stubbornly as I tried to close it. I realised later why that was. I had two lengths of rope, a bag of clothes pegs (clothespins to Mercans), my little bag of insecurities and a brand new Doxy vibrator, bought as a birthday gift for my weekend companion (you can’t see it here). I had also packed a spare belt.
Well not exactly a ‘spare’ belt; not in the sense of a belt that was there in case another one broke or otherwise proved unsuitable. In fact this belt wasn’t really ‘spare’ at all, but had a very specific purpose in my planning for this night away with my submissive play partner Miss Lilly Watson.
It is a rather fine belt: old leather, supple, bit of weight to it.
In case you missed it before, there is a rather errrr ‘enticing’ (i.e. Hot as…) GIF here, which does illustrate the intended use of the belt rather nicely.
I wrote about my amazing, erotic, intimate, and thoroughly kinky time with Lilly over two posts starting here.
More Sunday sin below: