Month: October 2013

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Three

Sir returned and pulled me up to my feet, bringing me over to the bed. He kissed me and had me lie down while he took out a neatly coiled length of rope. "I thought all the rope was at my place,“ I pouted when he pushed my legs back, essentially folding me up. He pulled my arms around my legs and tied my hands together, forcing me to hold the position.

"Well, I saved some,” he chuckled and kissed me softly. 

Taking me by the hair, he turned my head and buried my face in his cock. I accepted it eagerly, sucking him until he was hard enough to fuck me. 

It’s kind of crazy how much you can miss someone’s cock. In your mouth, inside of you. But I’d been masturbating for the past month and literally missing the way it felt. 

We fucked hungrily. I kept kissing him. I wanted so badly to touch his face and I needed so desperately to get him closer. And, yeah, all the denial had made me pretty needy.

When I had to cum, I started begging.

“Oh yeah?” He teased, “you need to cum?”

“Uh huh,” I exclaimed, “please?”

Without any warning, he pulled out and stepped back from me, smirking. I practically shrieked, squirming in my bonds and kicking my feet. Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Two

When he took the first picture of me presenting, I couldn’t look at him. 

“Come on, kitten,” Sir coaxed. “Look at the camera. Smile.”

Nervously, I turned my head and straightened my posture. But I couldn’t figure out how to hold my face. In the picture, I look anxious, unsure, like I’m trying hard to please but I’m not quite sure how. Still, he was proud of me.

He set the phone down and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me over a nearby chair so I was kneeling with my face buried in the seat. 

“Wait here, girl. I’ll be back to use you in a minute.”

The door closed behind him. I was so excited I could barely keep still.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part One

When we got back to his place, Sir made me lunch and served it to me on the floor of his bedroom. He took a seat nearby and ate his, watching me with a warm grin that made me almost feel proud to eat it like an animal. Still, I was cautious about getting my face dirty, as I always am.

So, I asked him to push me. He smiled and knelt down beside me, setting his plate aside. 

“Go on, eat.” He said. I leaned down and, as I was easing some food into my mouth, he shoved my face into the plate. I’ve mentioned that he’s done this for me before. And that it’s hard for me to let go. But one day I’m hoping I’ll be able to be brave and not worried about getting my face messy and what that all implies.

When I finished, he wiped my face clean and held me close. “Now go get into position, girl. Present for me.”

So, do you have a Daddy and a Sir, or are they the same person?

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They’re two different people.

Sir is my primary partner. We maintain a vanilla relationship in addition to a D/s dynamic. He’s more of a sadist, but he’s got some Daddydom tendencies. But, he doesn’t really like to be called Daddy and his interests lean more into training and “service” than nurturing and pampering. Which is fine and we’re quite happy.

Daddy is a secondary partner who is into the nurturing and the pampering and the spoiling and all that fun stuffs.  

I’m a lucky girl.

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I was so excited to see Sir that I kept kissing him every couple of steps between the train station and his place. It took us quite a while for us to get home.

He followed through on his promise (threat?) and got me a stuffie to sleep with. Except I sort of kind of love it and maaaaybe I’ll bring it to bed with me tonight and I miiight have spent some time snuggling it this weekend. Aka a lot of time. Whatever.

Later on the first evening I was there, we were hanging out with that guy from my frat and the redhead. The two are living together now and the Redhead’s at grad school in the Ivy University area, so we were talking about that. At some point, I was goofing around and patted my lap and told Sir to sit on it.

He shook his head and patted his. “No, come sit on mine. You’re my little girl.” Later, he apologized and said it had just slipped out. And maybe the look the Redhead gave me was a little bit embarrassing, but I didn’t completely mind.

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A quick, blushy update from Sir’s.

He says he likes this picture best because of how devoted I look.

Mind the photoshopping and the black circle over my face. Gotta keep some stuff secret.

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I once complained about how my whole life has basically existed in one two hour radius prior to moving.

Which makes me sad when I’m not there.

But is lovely when I come home.

I’ll be busy tending to that radius and getting caught up for the next few days, tumblr. I promise I’ll answer your questions and messages soon.

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He claims he’s not a Daddy.

But sometimes he gives me that kind of pitterpatter and pulls my heart strings just so.

salaciouswench:

Oh this gives me feelings