Today’s photo is a coincidence, as I took a cheeky shot for a sexting partner sitting out in my yard. I have a box (we call him Herbert, because my family name fucking everything) which doubles up as a seat. When I looked at the upskirt photo I’d taken of my lack of underwear I was tickled by the position of the lock.
And oh, if this isn’t a pictorial illustration of the frustrations of lockdown I don’t know what is.
Oh that is so apt! Although, considering it’s named Master, my mind jumped straight to a chastity scenario.
I feel you so much about Lockdown frustrations!
Yep this is hugely apt for the current climate
Molly