There is a rule in my dynamic. A simple rule. I am an avid hunter. I spend hundreds of hours in the bush every year hunting. For those that cringe at this, understand that I hunt for food. I am not a sport hunter. I hunt to eat. I prefer to know what I am eating. Where it came from, where and what it eats. It's the way I was raised and I'm proud of it.
Back to the rule.
As I said, a simple rule.
Never send sweetie pictures of dead things!
Tonight I broke that rule.
You see, my trailer/hunt camp took on a new resident. A little bugger he was. Chewing up my paper towel and Kleenex. Leaving little poops on my counter and stove.
This is war I thought. I'm gonna get you, you little bastard!
I did. It took a week, but I was triumphant!
Being proud of my success, I sent a pic.
I broke the rules.
Dom/sub relationships have rules. Broken rule are typically punishable.
Sweetie says that should work both ways.
I humbly agree.
So......
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
I will not send sweetie pictures of dead things.
Oh, one other thing. I am not eating the mouse.
Hard limit.
Ewwww
