Nor butt plugs. KMart was a family store so that meant the items were nothing more than every day household items. What could hurt me? What could it b... that we hadn't already picked up from the store.Thinking back to that first day at KMart, I wracked my brain to recall each item that either I or my Master had picked out. The list was reasonably long. He still possessed the items, either keeping them in his car or in at his house. Those items weren't for punishment. They were merely for. She would run about 5 miles and then come back home.Upon returning home, she went to the kitchen and made herself breakfast. She spent some time making breakfast. As this was one of the few times where she could enjoy herself. She had a cheese omelet, with two slices of bacon, with a glass of milk, and then finish the meal with a glass of iced tea. She cleaned up the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.She swept off her jogging clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. She. She rubs her tiny bush, just above her clit, feeling it getting soaked from the sensation. The place is dimly lit. It is always the case, strobe lights flashing, and music playing to distract people from their worldly stress and into the fantasies and desires. Everyone becomes a voyeur, watching others court, grope, and kiss in dark corners. She is in her dark corner touching herself. It is mild hedonism, without the erotic sexual acts. She catches herself for a moment when she realizes that. By now the idea of sucking his dick was making horny, but I just couldn't bring the subject up. No dice tonight, and quietly masturbated myself off to sleep in the darkness of our tent, that night. He was the first one up that morning, around 6am, and was stoking the campfire, when I crawled out of the tent. It was mid August, but it was still quite chilly in the mountains, so the fire was a welcomed treat. Coffee and breakfast were soon cooking, and our day was underway. We decided to.