I was walking down the street with a couple of co-workers. One said something about making others do her bidding (I forget what exactly she said) and the other replied “Where’s your whip?” She was carrying a big purse, so she jokingly retorted that it was in there.

I couldn’t help but smile. Oh, they think me innocent, at work. I look the part, too. It’s a corporate world out there, after all. But I smiled because I couldn’t help but wonder how they would react if I casually informed them that Boy Toy and I do have a whip or two at home.

And a crop.

And a paddle or two.

Handcuffs.

Wrist and ankle restraints.

Ropes and chains galore.

Various vibrating sex toys, including two that work with a remote control.

Collars and leashes.

Butt plugs.

A harness made out of chains.

A strap-on harness with dildo.

Chastity devices (for him).

And… And I think I should make an inventory, one day. But yeah. If they only knew.

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PS: No HNT tonight, been too busy to take pictures.