The Mark Of A Queen Of Spades…

I traveled to the beach on a Sunday (about 2 hours away) for a friend’s 70th birthday party.

Pet sent a few pictures of himself tied up for me, to remind me of my ownership and his need for me. I drew a small spade on my left breast, just inside the normal coverage area of my tank top, and sent him pictures through the day, to tease him, and keep his mind on our upcoming date with a BBC bull on Wednesday.

MsNN:
"Do you see it, my Pet?"

Pet:
"Yes, My Queen."

MsNN:
"What is it, my Pet?"

Pet:
"A symbol of your strength. Your power over me. Your desire for other men."

MsNN:
"Are you excited, my Pet?"

Pet:
"Oh yes. Wednesday can’t come fast enough for me."