Seat of Power

Nakedness on the beach. Everything that touches you is warm. The sun kisses every inch of skin, the breeze uses the pebbles of sand to stimulate your skin. Bare. Open to nature. Vulnerable. Here we sat far from the cold of the real world winter. Her breath just a bit warmer than the breeze, the soft kiss of her lips on my back. It tickled her that I did this, and me too. I do love a good slave chair. Any day of the week I prefer to sit on living flesh. Here as magic had changed my size to this wee little folk lifestyle for a few days, I demonstrate for Mine I am definitely not remade in personality. She is still my chained sexy little slave, my chair; my whatever I want when and how. And look, we found another use for nipple chains. By gosh they're smart little trinkets.