Chapter Eleven
Stephanie’s Blunder
Daniel got home late Sunday morning.
Stephanie was napping; we’d been up late yesterday after dinner at South Coast Coffee and another play session when we got home. I wasn’t whipped; my skin was still too tender for that after the soiree. Instead she tied me up and used me as a footrest during a cable movie. I think she even fell asleep at one point and because she didn’t adjust the speed of the egg shell vibrator in me at all from the middle of the movie onward. I came three times in an hour, but she never lifted her feet away. In fact, they just kind of flopped around on my back. Not until blaring music announced the end of the movie did she stir, rubbed her eyes, and lead me off to bed. When I got up, it was about an hour before Daniel rolle
