My playmate G.G. strikes again, this time writing about our date on Wednesday.  We had decided before hand that he was going to be my toy to do with as I pleased that evening.  He arrived eager and on time, waiting for my direction.  We had a wonderful night.  Maybe I’ll have both of my guys come over and serve me.  Or maybe I’ll switch it up and let them tie me up and have their way with me.  Who knows?  The possibilities are endless.  ~Ruby

I really had a strong desire to serve Ruby this past week, and she agreed to let me one night.  I don’t want to tell you every last thing R. did for me on Wednesday night, but I’ll tell you what I did for her.  Her appreciation was quite evident as the evening progressed.

First, I helped Ruby make dinner.  She put some steaks in with red wine, sea salt, and rosemary to marinate before I came over; I cooked them up and deglazed the pan I used to make a very basic red wine sauce.  I’m sure I could have done better, but she seemed to enjoy her steak.

R. let me bathe her afterward.  She had me pour her a bath and find her favorite body wash.  It was then my task to rub the gel carefully over her smooth skin, massaging the muscles that the hot water relaxed.  I worked all the tension out of her as I cleaned her perfect body, staring hungrily.

Following the bath, Ruby led me to the bedroom.  There, she had me rub a sweet-smelling lotion into her softened skin.  I took my time, making sure there were no hints of pesky stress hiding from my hands.  (I found none.  In fact, nothing was hidden from my eager fingers.)

When she was properly relaxed and cared for, Ruby had me undress.  She indicated I should lie down on her bed, then found a rope among the items on her bedside shelves.  I offered her my left arm and she tied it loosely to the frame of the bed, more of a reminder of my place than a restriction.  She then pushed me back, sat on the bed, and spread her beautiful legs, telling me to get to work.

I did, happily.