This weekend there is a party and I am going come heck or high water. I have missed about 4 out of the last 5 parties due to illness and/or personal stuff and I am NOT missing this one. Unfortunately, Dr. Faust will not be able to come.
So I asked Faust if I could play at the party, meaning top someone. I have a friend who will probably come with me, and he tends to enjoy such things. Generally, I've rarely had trouble finding someone looking to get tied up and played with. And I could use some stress relief.
Dr. Faust replied that I could. But I have to get spanked, too. And since he won't be there, we found someone to do it for him.
This is going to be a fun party.
I really like the idea that he's arranging to have me taken care of in his absence. Not in the sense of taking care of my everyday life - I'm capable of doing that, however much I choose to submit to his guidance. No, he's arranging to take care of my need to be treated like the bad, slutty, dirty and bad girl I am.
I am his whore. He likes to make sure I'm reminded of it. Isn't he sweet?
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