Halloween is Hungry Too

Finally Friday, and I’m frisky and unfettered.

Apparently candy wasn’t really what I was hungry for after all.

Happy Halloween!

Devilish Halloween HNT

Thorny Horny Thursday

Horns aren’t the only pointy things this Thursday. I’ve got a pointy toy. I bet you do too. It couldn’t possibly be Halloween without a nod to the Devil herself!

British Halloween

Worldly Wednesday Wackiness

The British Invasion may have sounded better, but certainly didn’t look as good.

I might be Go-Go going for you.

When I’m done with you I’m just gonna kick back. Watch out for the boots.

Tasty Halloween

Two teeth turned my head on Tuesday.

Sweet Halloween

Monday means merry munching!

As promised my Half-Nekkid Halloween Week has begun and this one’s a two-fer!

For those of you who have been paying attention this is what it looks like when I am hungry for candy corn.

But where did that delicious candy corn come from?

A very sweet candy store indeed.

HNT-Halloween Preview

Happy HNT and Happy Halloween! Check back all next week to see my pictorial celebration. Every night, Monday thru Friday, I’m posting photos in honor of the costumery fun. Have a fun, safe and sweet Happy Halloween!

HNT-I’m Being Good. I Promise. But Master is Away. His Pet Wants to Play.

I’m being good. I promise.
I’m not showing too much cleavage.
I’m doing laundry and cleaning house.

Master is away. His pet wants to play.
She’s horny and hungry.
She’s frustrated too.

I’m being good. I promise.
I’m going to work.
I’m going to school.

But Master is away. His pet wants to play.
She’s looking at toys.
She’s shaving and plucking.

I’m being good. I promise.
Master is away. His pet wants to play.
Come home soon Master.

HNT-Hmmmmm……

HNT-Which came first? The photo or the sketch?

It’s wonderful to have a photographer who can draw, or is that an artist who can take pictures? (Don’t know what I’m talking about. Click here.)

Difficult Journey Part 4

The story begins here.

Part 2 is here.

Part 3 is here.

Sitting in the restaurant was challenging. My stripes were still sore and the plug was supplying a lot of pressure. And I had to sit very straight to keep the dress in position. Fifteen minutes later the wine arrived and Master ordered our dinner. We sipped the lovely red and he held my hand, gently tracing figure eights across the back of it. All the while the soreness and pressure of my bottom was building.

Forty-five minutes into our meal Master called me “Pet”.

I looked up startled. “Yes, Sir.”

“You are squirming, Pet. It does not become you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I will try to do better.”

“Pet, go to the restroom and bring it to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I said deflated. I knew I had disappointed him.

Ten minutes after returning the plug to Master he was feeding me crème brulee and smiling as I licked my lips. Perhaps I had not disappointed him too much. Maybe now was a good time to thank him again.

“Thank you Sir for all the lovely presents today. I especially love this amazing dress.”

“And I especially loved watching you squirm in it. You put on quite a show me and my friends at the next table over there.”

Seconds later they waved and I blushed furiously.