My order

Occasionally I get a burst and I let myself go. Today, for example, I have knocked down all my toys, those that usually hang from several chains on the walls of my little homemade dungeon.

My bitch knows I want them arranged in a very specific way, not only for aesthetics, but for my comfort. But this weekend she was doing general cleaning and I found everything changed.

Going to find a whip, a paddle, a flogger... and lose half an hour finding where everything is?

I welcome cleaning, but she knows I love my order and everything seemed to have been placed in a hurry. So, when she returns from her errands, will find she'll not only have to cook.

Will she have to pick up everything and cook with a spreader bar on her ankles? ;)