While my sweet Sugar was getting ready for our play session, I was ordered by my Master to show her Owner Mr. A what I had prepared earlier. We have two little carriage-/cart-thingies with wheels, which we mainly use for sex- and BDSM stuff. Today, I decided to reorganize them: One for Sugar’s stuff and one for mine. Anything that we might need for our training later was laid out and displayed: Different butt plugs, of course also the ones with our name tags on them, gags, outfits, collars, restraints, and so on. This way, our Owners had a nice overview of the variety of options to choose from. I was quite proud of my structured preparations; The two “sex carts” revealed our characteristic color scheme: Black for me, and pink for Sugar. In a way, those carts were a metaphor for today’s theme of the session: It was going to be a competition consisting of sex- and BDSM-related challenges. Even though I was 100% convinced that I would win, my confidence was a little impaired by my insecurity regarding the outfit I was wearing. I had gained some weight over the past few months, for reasons that were going to be shared with my lovely subscribers soon, but not today (And before you guys assume anything: I am NOT pregnant
