No excuses- HNT

Sir: What’s the problem?

BBG: I’m just having trouble focusing today, Sir.  I have so much work to do.

Sir:  Pet, we talked about this.  No more late nights!  Get off of Twitter.  Put your nipple clamps on so you can remember who owns you.  Get to work, be my good girl.

BBG: I left the clamps at home, Sir.

Sir: I ASKED you to pack so you had everything!  You know you are supposed to have your clamps and your plug at all times.

BBG:  I know that, Sir.  I forgot.

Sir:  Fine.  Rubber bands or binderclips… I want something on those nipples in 15 minutes

BBG: I’m sorry, Sir.

Sir:  Don’t be sorry- make it happen, slut and then get back to work.

He didn’t ask for a photo, but I knew he would want it.  I wasn’t about to test THAT loophole.

After I sent it, he sent me a text:

I believe you have your HNT for this week.  You can cross THAT off your list.  Now get back to work!

And if you are wondering- I wrapped the rubber band 4 times and it hurts like a bitch in a nipple-clamp-good way.  Taking it off, hurts like a bitch in the nursing-baby-biting-your-nipple-BAD kind of way.

Happy HNT.

This entry was written by badbadgirlx , posted on Wednesday February 03 2010at 07:02 pm , filed under Erotica and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink . Post a comment below or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

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