Safewords: an amusing memory
September 26th, 2008 | Author: Zille
The first Folsom Street Fair that my Master and I went to as a couple, we bumped into a friend of his, and chatted for a while. The friend made some joke about his slave using a safeword (for something silly, can’t think of a good example at the moment) and we all dutifully laughed and my Master continued the joke with, “A safeword — what’s that?!” I tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, and said, “Sir, that’s what I tell the police I have if they ever break down the door while we’re having a scene!”
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Zille, I like a slave who can think on her feet.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Hey, I had a couple of questions for you, but your old email’s not working. Is there another way to contact you?
Thanks, Paul! I’ve noticed you Doms like the girls who can come up with a quick reply … despite the fact that it sometimes gets us in trouble. Or, more likely, because it gets us in trouble!
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