Paparazzo dreamings

The other day I was going through the old pics of my various exploits with Miss and other Misses, and near Misses I guess.

Got me thinking that most of these are from some years ago, and there are some annoying gaps, based on failed tech - broken cameras and phones and such. 

So i got to thinking it might be nice to see some more pics of our adventures, and what we get up to. 

On our anniversary I wore my best outerwear, jacket and tie and so made, i hope, a nice impression.  

Underneath i wore the opposite. A nice red and black girdlelette, and red topped, red seamed champagne coloured stockings. No underwear, just a black silicon cock and ball stretcher and a clear rubber cock ring with thick ridges worn behind the glans. 

It was a cold day, and when out and about I was glad of my long coat. Though Miss did get a chance to snap me flashing an ankle, it just looks like me without socks. But how about a snap of that ensemble. Day is gone but clothes remain. How about me in that ensemble but with some lipstick on my nipples? Then a selfie of us below the waist? One hand taking the pic and the other gripping my balls? A nice property shot, Miss and her property, properly held and properly presented? 

There are some other shots to please: 

Like one of me dressed for the-rapy, hooded and collared and tight in my straitjacket.  

Another of me after tootsie treatment perhaps? Miss's tootsies nail polished up after massage, then pressed into my balls while i kneel before her on the floor? 

Then a bunch of pics involving the cage with your initials moulded into it, which we can discuss Friday perhaps?   

 


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