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Billzo posted on his instagram story!
finally, my cultist simulator current run ended and I fucking learned how to do several things but I ran out of health :’D
If your muse is younger and has an interest in medicine, Patrick will take them under his wing, so you should consider that 👀
Happy new years wishing you and your family the best!!!
🥺🥺 thank you so much!! You too!!
(do not reblog)
it’s time
I receive his text 2 minutes. I turn off the TV. I kneel on the floor facing towards the open space and stretch my hands forward on the floor until my forehead is down and my hips high. I settle, and breathe, feeling the carpet against my knees, arms and hands, forehead. I breathe, feeling the air cool on my skin, exposed wet slit, and throb of the anal plug gently pulsing. I have been so excited to see him all day. I want to spring up from the floor and wrap my arms around him. But I know... obedience is always well rewarded.... I breathe, as the first goosebumps rise on my back, I hear the keypad beep and he approaches. I breathe, as my heart thumps deep in my chest, excited to see him and be his everything, tonight.
He closes the door, somewhat loudly, I can almost picture the smile on his face at seeing me flinch. I breathe and listen, trying to be still and patient. He moves into the room, places his keys and belongings on the dining table. He moves to the bedroom, I can hear his footsteps throughout the house. returning and he plugs something into the wall... the wand. He takes a photo, I hear the click. He grins and gives one of his warm chuckles... I could get use to coming home to this!
He removes his clothing, slowly as I wait, listening, head down, eyes closed, trying not to wiggle the excitement out of my body. I hear his shoes, his belt jingle, the zipper on his jeans, his shirt.... and I even hear him sit...
Silence.....
Why won't he come closer?....
He is watching....
silently........
oh please don't make me wait much longer........
stillness.......
I try to quiet my mind.........
he knows..............
I breathe deeply..............
and slowly..................
he watches.................
he waits................
I feel the excitement dissipate some and my body relaxes.................
I still..........
I am on his time tonight.
He's home. His spot on the floor in our bedroom. My baby boy. ❤