Puppy

I spent a pleasant afternoon in the presence of an ex client of mine, catching upon each other's news and reminiscing about the good old days.

Before leaving, puppy asked me if I had kept any of the old gear. I had. He asked me if he could see it 'because you know how I am with toys, just like a small boy,' he explained with a twinkle in his eye and a shy smile on his lips.

I dug out my old treasure chest and we began going through the bags, gradually bringing the past into life. There were the vintage gloves - because I used to love wearing long gloves - and the silk & velvet devore scarf that Sally had given me that Christmas that my life changed forever. That memory was unwelcome, so the scarf was hastily folded and put away. I retrieved the horsehair flogger, a bit worse for wear nowadays, and the red leather flogger... oh how soft and sensuous it felt! The paddle, the tawse, nipple clamps, weights, the collar and chain, the ropes...

'Do you remember when we...?'
'Yes, I do remember.'
'Turn around!'
The noise of the paddle echoed in the room carrying its secrets well beyond the safety of my home.

I opened my lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of fuchsia knickers. Puppy smiled in recognition. 'That was my favourite pair,' he remarked.  I don't know why I had kept them, they never fitted me and they had only been used for feminisation scenes.  Maybe I was keeping them for a day like this.  I am too sentimental, what can I say?

I teased puppy by showing him my sexy red and black lace babydoll.  'Smell it!' I commanded him and he brought it to his nose. I studied his expression and liked what I saw. 'I don't know why I am keeping all this; I have no one to wear it for,' I complained. 'Perhaps you can wear it for me one day,' puppy suggested, his voice coloured with a mixture of embarrassment and hope.  I smiled enigmatically.   

Dum spiro, spero!