This reminds me of that goddammed bra you have, Gin. I think I would spend less time opening a bank vault than that.

(via ginlet)

ginlet:

I can’t help but reblog every picture that reminds me of Captain, in a way or another C:.

I’m flattered. And, damn, I need a new pair of boots.

ginlet:

I won’t rest until Captain gets a nazi uniform. Any kind of military uniform would be appreciated, but the SS one is our top priority. 

I seriously don’t know which one of us is more excited about that.

Life motto.

(via ariaonthefloor)

ginlet:

One of Mr. Hauptmann biggest desires is fucking me while wearing a nazi uniform, and nothing would make me happier than seeing this wish becoming reality. Even though we obviously despise nazi beliefs, Sir has a deep connection with WWII studies, and we both appreciate very much the aesthetics of the SS fashion (well, they were designed by Hugo Boss, after all, it’s not shocking so many people like it).

Hopefully, we will be able to afford something like this soon enough, and I’ll see that satisfied smile on Daddy’s face while wearing it.

The austerity of those uniforms are, obviously, so appealing for me. Nothing would make me happier than that, I can assure you that, Gin.

ginlet:

This reminds me of a certain fantasy Captain told me about, but never gave me the details…

Everything has it’s right moment, Gin.

ginlet:

Meow.

Should I get this kind of boots for myself too, then?

ginlet:

Dear god, the clothes. I think I could die if I saw Mr. Hauptmann with those - especially because my dear Sir suits this kind of fashion perfectly. 

I’m glad, my tiny little Gin. I’m very found of this kind of clothes, specially the gloves.

This kind of think turns me on like a charm. Not only the clothes and panties, but the act of watching my slut rubbing herself against something… leaves me speechless, always.

ginlet:

I love boots. Especially if Sir’s wearing them. 

I definitely need a pair of those.