“do you have a doormat?”… Master Randall’s calls are usually pretty intense, he has pictures of all my toys and uses them all, plus some – but when the call began with “do you have a doormat”, i knew it would be very intense. After retreiving my front door mat and loosing my robe i proceeded to the kitchen to get a bowl of ice… assembling the ice, the doormat and the toys before me…. now i Master Randall was ready to start!
the ice cubes were used on my nipples hardening each to an exquisite bud, aching from the cold, they screamed out in pain as i attached the clothespins… solid spankings and whippings ended with me begging relief… thinking i had a bit of a reprieve to my now glaring red cheeks, i shook nervously as he told me to lean forward… the door mat was not for greetings!!…. my tender breasts tight against the rough mat i squirmed and begged till finally Master Randall let me kneel up, only to feel the spoon once more…
oh myyy…. what a lesson learned… props can look so innocent…. door mat all cheery and welcoming, ice so refreshing… oh my…
