Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The nail salon is one of my most favorite places in the world! However, when you’re a spoiled Princess like me, it can become a costly trip every two weeks. Not for me, (HaHa) Daddy typically covers the expense, but this week it was Puppet’s turn to foot the bill.
I sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through nail inspo on my phone as he swung through the drive-through to get my Iced coffee (and one for my tech, who works so hard and deserves a treat too!) before pulling into the Salon’s parking lot. Of course, he hurried from the driver’s seat to open my door and help me out. “Ready for this?” I smiled at him, and he nodded eagerly. I stepped in close to his body and palmed his cock. Giving it a slow, gentle caress. “You’re so hard, already?” He groaned and rocked his cock into my hand. “It’s going to be a long appointment, don’t disappoint me.”
Puppet’s Trip To The Nail Salon
We walked into the bright Salon, pink neon lights glowed along the walls covered in soft pink and white floral decor. Cheers of “Kaylaaaaaa!” Erupted from the hostess and a few techs. I smiled and pointed my coffee towards the chair I wanted Puppet to pull out for me. He is a clever sub and almost always knows what I want without me having to use words. He drew the chair back in front of my tech’s station, and I sat, crossing my thick thighs so my skirt would ride up high on my hips.
Puppet went to pull back the chair beside me for himself, and I shook my head and pointed to the floor. He looked around for a moment. Scanning the room, he noted all the women pampering themselves. Some were watching us with casual curiosity, and others paid no mind. He swallowed tightly and knelt beside me like a good boy. My high heel stretched forward and rubbed against his balls softly. Then I handed him my coffee and placed both hands on the station so we could begin.
Two Hours On His Knees
If you watch my X, you know my nails are complicated. I always enjoy cute little designs that take time and talent. This means my appointments can run anywhere from two to four hours. Puppet knelt beside me the whole time, listening to my tech and me gossip. We giggled about my wallet slave and what a good boy he was. The entire time, his cock throbbed in his pants, making an embarrassingly large tent. All the ladies who walked by would snicker, and Puppet’s cheeks would pinken a deeper shade of his arousal and humiliation.
When we were finally finished, I turned to my slave, dangling my new pretties before him. “Take care of it.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The ladies around us giggled as he stood to obey. Moving to the counter to whip out his card and pay my bill. When I joined him at the counter, my fresh set drew up and down the length of his tent.
He quivered as I purred, “Don’t forget the gratuity.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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