Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the soft chime of her phone. She had just received a text message from her Dom.
“Good morning, Sweetie. I hope you slept well. You will need your energy this weekend. ”
She texted promptly back, “Oh? Do I need to pack anything special?”
That was a key phrase she always used. By packing, that meant her. He required that she wear any variety of toys. His preference was for her ass to be plugged daily, but would occasionally have her switch to a vaginal toy. Some days when he was in a mood, they only hole not filled would be her mouth.
“Wear the bigger blue plug and the Ben wa balls with the bells.”
She frowned. He thought the bells were funny, she found it humiliating that every movement of her hips, including walking, she would produce a bell sound. He told her once that it was her equivalent of a cat collar. He could follow the noise and know exactly where she was in his quiet house.
“And be a good Pet. Arrive at my house by 4:30 pm. You know I don’t like when you’re tardy.”