Bones... BDSM...on the occasional fragility of a Domina
On Tuesday evening after a particularly wonderful session celebrating the end of the Astrological year and the dawn of Spring, with my delightful friend and partner in crime, Lady Louella and two of the most devoted slaves, I had an encounter with a set of stairs that went slightly wrong...
I broke a bone with a lovely name on my right arm, the Ulna (C on the lovely anatomical drawing above. This is short of a small catastrophy as not only will I not be able to vent my frustration physically for one month, but also donning corset or latex will be somewhat impossible. Even making expresso proves to be mission.
Foot Fetishists will be most welcome from next week.