We started with me bent over the couch, my knees on the ground. After a little bit of a spanking, Master had me move to the floor where I knelt.
“Stay still, I’m making you wings.”
“Wings? You are? I have wings?”
“You’ll see when I’m done.”
So there I sat, somewhat hunchy because the cups hold your skin rather tightly while Master made me a couple of pretty bruised wings.
After he was done, he peeled them off slowly. Ouchy, ouchy, mmmm.
He had me kneel up so he could take a picture of my wings.
“You’re my winged thing.”
So creative and pretty. My wings are darkening in as I type this. I’ll probably have them for about a week. Love.