the captians wench
sewing wench
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I was pondering yesterday the different ways I have had an order delivered to me. Mostly the variations came with each man, but there have been one or two men who used different deliveries for different moods.
I also reflected on the ways I reacted to each delivery.
I'll only go into a couple here as I want to stimulate other responces.
The first one that comes to mind is the style of a friend who was also my first playmate. He liked to use fear to control his bottom. His commands came out something like a thief in the night trying to steal your pocketbook. He was harsh and his voice reflected that. I didn't respond well to this, I didn't fear him. For the most part I tried to keep from laughing durring these sessions, his attempt at intimidation was humerous to me.
That lead my mind to ponder on one of the last playmates I had, the one who left me with a few deep scars. His style of delivery was the same for me as it was for his dog. He saw me as a thing, and had about as much respect for me as a child's long forgotten toy. His orders were sharp, like he was anoyed he even had to speak to me. I didn't respond to this well either.
There are a few more that come to mind, but like I said I don't want to list all of them right away, so I open up the floor.
I also reflected on the ways I reacted to each delivery.
I'll only go into a couple here as I want to stimulate other responces.
The first one that comes to mind is the style of a friend who was also my first playmate. He liked to use fear to control his bottom. His commands came out something like a thief in the night trying to steal your pocketbook. He was harsh and his voice reflected that. I didn't respond well to this, I didn't fear him. For the most part I tried to keep from laughing durring these sessions, his attempt at intimidation was humerous to me.
That lead my mind to ponder on one of the last playmates I had, the one who left me with a few deep scars. His style of delivery was the same for me as it was for his dog. He saw me as a thing, and had about as much respect for me as a child's long forgotten toy. His orders were sharp, like he was anoyed he even had to speak to me. I didn't respond to this well either.
There are a few more that come to mind, but like I said I don't want to list all of them right away, so I open up the floor.