In Celebration of the 5th Anniversary of HNT

It was easy for me to find my first HNT picture, since i'm pretty new at this. It's personally one of my favorites with fond memories of waiting for Master to come home and  have His way with His little slave girl.

I'm looking forward to strolling down other HNTers memory lanes.  Obasso's Memory Lane

Tired HNT

 It's been a long week, and i'm tired.  Seasonal allergies, lack of sleep, too many orgasms, or maybe a combination of all of these. All i want to do is stretch out and sleep.

Happy HNT!

Tied Up -- Happy HNT

There's something comforting for me about being bound by Master.  When He winds the rope around me, i feel quiet.  Thoughts slip away, the busy self-chatter silences, and i just am.  Master tried something different today; He bound me before we went to sleep.  As i lay next to Him, under His arm or leg at times, rolling over feeling the rope gently press into my flesh, feeling His weight against me, i felt secure.  Cocoon-like. Wrapped in His love and care.  After He unbound me, the lovely impressions were left upon my skin.  Reminders of His ownership and of His love.  I have been floating in a lovely space all day.  The marks are gone, but the feeling remains.  I am bound to Him with rope and love.  (**PS, to see what transpired after the rope came off, take a peak at Master's HNT page. Look closely for some faint rope lines.)

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