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