Trixie is my Pet. She is a perky blonde, athletic and spunky.
Trixie likes to play games with her Master. One game we played recently involved an old mutual friend, Chloe. Chloe is a smart fashionista, blonde and thin. Trixie often fantasizes about Master fucking Chloe. So….
Master went to Chloe’s house one night and had drinks, while Pet was being particularly disobedient. After spilling wine on his shirt, Chloe insisted she could remove the stain and offered an old t shirt from her drawer. Master unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and offered it to Chloe. Chloe handed Master the t shirt and Master put it on. They finished out the night, laughing and talking about old times (Chloe is a friend, but Master had never played with her). After the night had passed, Master returned home wearing The Shirt. He threw it into the laundry.
One of Trixie’s tasks is to launder and press Master’s clothing. As a professional, Master required crisp white shirts and perfect presses. Anything less resulted in a whipping. There were NO exceptions, as she discovered quickly (that is another story).