
Disco bath time, Tilly!
This is amazing! I want one in my bathroom.

Disco bath time, Tilly!
This is amazing! I want one in my bathroom.

Good morning, Tilly, feeling better?
Good morning, Sir. Yes, I am feeling like a human being again. Migraines are a bitch!

That is a lovely, elaborate wrapping of your gift for me, Tilly.
I shall enjoy playing with you in restraints.
Beautiful!

“Aren’t you going to get dressed? He will be here any minute now. What about that uniform you always say he makes you wear?”
“I am dressed, this is my uniform.”
“Just those heels? That is your uniform for him?”
“That is how he prefers me, so that is how he will have me.”

I know you are deliberately tempting me, while acting all indifferent and preoccupied, my pleasure whore.
You know my preference and have no greater need that to know that you please me.
So let me take you up on your silent offer and enjoy you to the point of losing my composure.
The way you know how, Tilly.

You are not really one to stay on the straight and narrow, are you, Tilly?
“That would be a waste of those shoes anyway,” I can hear you respond.
You know it would!