What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
“Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
“What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it, will you give us half?
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
Oh no. Not you, too!
What’s in the sack?
dievca’s wallet, phone, schedule book, lip balm, Master’s Cuffs and Straps – would you like to see?
dievca’s happy there aren’t bag checks
for the NYC subway system. 🙂
While waiting for my Master to arrive at my apartment, I fell asleep on my belly. I must have looked like a starfish, all spread out in the sun. His Collar and Cuffs were on at His request.
Master had let himself in and must have quietly connected the straps to the corners of my bed and gently connected the straps to the ankle cuffs. I didn’t wake up until he place a vibrator directly on my clit. At that moment, I tried to roll over and my spread legs wouldn’t let me, Master said, “Stay on your belly” and used the vibrator to cause an orgasm.
I felt lube drip on to my ass and Master worked it into my asshole with his finger. He popped in an anal plug, then left to wash his hands.
” Get on your hands and suck me, dievca”, I worshiped His cock in that awkward spread position until it was hard.
Master placed two pillows under my hips, grabbed my ass and plunged into my wet pussy.
Going deep and pressing on the anal plug. I shuddered once, twice and orgasmed. Master kept moving in/out and stopped to tell me to move on His Cock. He snaked His hand around my ass to my clit and played with it until I orgasmed, again. This orgasm was so hard the anal plug went flying out.
I felt Master put lube on His thumb and he started to play in my ass. I felt the larger glass anal plug replace the first plug. Stretching me open.
Master washed His hands and Cock, only to return for me to suck Him hard and put a condom on. He unclipped my ankles, removed the glass plug, added lube and guided His Cock into my ass, one inch at a time.
By now I was dripping and my asshole was opening up.
Master fully entered my ass and started to move, holding my hips. I orgasmed twice and started to ride Master’s Cock. Master handed me the vibrator and said, “Hold this to your clit.” After a bit of time, I began to buck violently with the strength of my orgasms, Master held my hips for the ride. I finally squeezed Master out and fell flat on my tummy with exhaustion. He went to remove the condom and wash His hands, then lay down to hold me.
After some time, I asked Master’s permission to suck Him. Permission granted, he grew large in my throat. He flipped me over, on to my back, and came into my pussy to orgasm. We passed out for 30 minutes, in the sun.
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Why do I have to wear them after dark?
They look so beautiful I want to wear and use them in public.
In the sunlight.
You found me sniffing your shirt. Delighting in your smell.
“Put the shirt on, naked beneath, and come kneel before me.”
Happily surrounded by Master.
“Present your wrists and ankles.”
Master attached His cuffs to my limbs.
“Follow Me to the bed and lie in the middle.”
He gently stretched out my arms and legs to be attached to the bed frame.
Master touched my clitoris with his fingers and tapped it.
Then walked away.
I was aroused from wearing His shirt and being restrained.
So my clitoris was engorged and sensitive.
I didn’t orgasm.
Master came back after about 5 minutes and tapped my clitoris, again.
Then walked away.
I strained against the restraints towards Him.
My pussy begging for attention.
I didn’t orgasm
Master took His time and came back to tap my clitoris in a distracted manner.
My nipples and clitoris were hard with anticipation.
I didn’t orgasm.
Master took another 5 minutes before coming back,
I orgasmed before He touched me.
Afterward, He tapped my sensitive clitoris with His finger and walked away.
I waited and watched for Master’s return.
Nipples, clitoris at attention.
Master came back naked and crawled on top of me.
Tapping my clitoris with the head of His penis.
Then Master made His move to fit His penis into my mouth.
It was an awkward angle, but enough Cock Worship
and to cause me to orgasm.
It caused Master to orgasm, too.
Tapping is a Beautiful Thing.
√ Ankles Cuffs
√ Shibari Ties
ROBERT CLERGERIE x self portrait
One of dievca’s nicknames is:
Something about getting up grumpy like a brown bear coming out of hibernation in the Spring.
You would have to ask Master…
So, dievca found these Cuffed Bears from Momocreatura very interesting.
The Jewelry is designed and made in London and the pieces seems to be more Goth/Macabre.
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she does ladylike for her Sir
she does downtown chic for herself
but sometimes she just wants to let it rip
and rock her BDSM raw