One more day until my crazy New Year’s plans and I promise I’ll spill and tell all about them but eeeeek.
Month: December 2013
I can’t cum when I’m nervous or scared. But I’ve got a few ideas as to how that might be overcome.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Eleven
The next evening was my last night at Sir’s and so he gave me the massage he had promised to give me as a present. The set-up was wonderful. He had me lie down on on his futon and relax, he played nice music and he gave me a really wonderful massage with some soothing oil.
Of course, Sir took a few liberties I’ve never seen taken during a massage before. He rubbed my butt and my breasts. And, at the very end, he spent an extraordinarily long time rubbing my pussy.
He would trace his thumbs over my labia, moving infinitely closer to my clit before rolling his thumbs back out and teasing his fingers over my inner thighs. “You’re getting so wet,” he teased and leaned in, licking carefully just over the curves of my labia before continuing to use his fingers.
He slipped his thumb over my clit and rubbed in slow circles as he started to fuck me with two fingers. I thrusted back eagerly, gasping as he slipped another in. Suddenly, I heard him gasp and he asked me, “do you know how many fingers I have in you?”
“Three?” I asked.
He smirked, “five.”
My eyes widened and I sat up on my elbows, “are you fisting me?”
“No, it’s just to the knuckles,” he replied. “But look how hungry this pussy is.” Naturally, he rolled me over and fucked me silly right after.
idk man, imagine showing Arthur Weasley a gif for the first time. At first of course he’d just think it was a normal wizard photograph, but then you’d explain that muggles made it and his heart would just explode with joy over these muggles making such amazing shit even though they have no magic at all. How amazing. How inventive.
Maybe whenever you’re feeling bad about yourself imagine how much Arthur Weasley would enjoy meeting you.
…but all my gifs are of my breasts and me getting spanked.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Ten
After I came, Sir told me that SG had asked to watch me serve him with my mouth. I agreed and Sir helped me onto my knees. I was still a little woozy from all the endorphins from the beating and my orgasm, but I was willing to serve. Sir took a seat on the couch and turned skype back on.
I sucked eagerly, wanting to show what a good girl I was. The idea that SG could see how obedient I was really turned me on, and so I applied myself to some serious cock worship.
Afterwards, SG sent along a screenshot from his end of me sucking Sir’s cock. My head was all the way down on it, his length buried in my throat. His face was out of frame, mine was covered by my hair, which Sir’s fingers were curled into. Despite how blushy it was, I tried to be cavalier by saying that I’d better not see that photo turning up on youporn.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I just deleted it.”
“Such a gentleman,” I teased.
He chuckled, “I’m gonna make you pay for that.”
My life.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Nine
I had no idea what to say to the Southern Gentleman as I waited, so I just kept quiet until Sir walked back into the room. He reached down and squeezed my ass before hitting it once with the cane. I grunted in pain, squeezing the couch with my knees as he hit me again. My feet aimlessly shifted as I sought to retain my composure.
“See how nicely she marks?” Sir offered.
SG chuckled as I cried out from a particularly hard swat. “Is she always that loud?”
I would have said something snarky, but I was too caught up in the pain. Combined with the humiliation of being displayed and my extremely high level of arousal, I was practically drunk with sensation. But the endorphins had not kicked in yet and the hits still hurt like crazy. I felt my eyes well up with tears and I wailed.
“Is she crying?” SG asked. There was some concern in his voice, but there was something else. He seemed absolutely intrigued. He’d never really done the whole pain play thing with me. And, suddenly, I was stuck wondering if he was worried or if he was hoping that the answer was yes.
“I’m crying,” I exclaimed, my voice strained. “Show him. Show him how I’m crying.”
Sir chuckled and grabbed me by the hair, turning me around and sitting me back down on the couch. The sore, raw skin of my ass touched the couch and I winced a bit. But I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs and I wanted so badly to be fucked that I was delirious from need and pain.
Sir and SG were talking, but I could barely keep track of it all. Instead, I was looking at the little box that showed was SG was seeing. I looked at myself, something I hate to do in these situations. I like to keep some degree of cognitive distance and seeing myself tied up is hard. Blame my shame issues.
But this time, with my makeup running down my face and my arms cuffed behind my back, I couldn’t make myself look away. I wanted to see myself.
Suddenly, the image faded and Sir was lying me down on the couch. He hooked two fingers into my pussy and started massaging my gspot. I shivered underneath him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled, “rewarding you.”
Happy Belated Birthday.
StandardYou know, I felt bad for not sending you a message on your birthday, especially after the rather high standard I set for myself last year.
So I did some brainstorming with my cats who, incidentally, were curious about the removable nature of your tail and wondered why a kitty would want to be without her tail, like, ever… I tried to explain about the vibrating and the blah blah blah, but you can’t reason with cats.
So I did some brainstorming with my cats about what would be best for a belated type of birthday message. We shared some drinks on the rocks while the hellfire smouldered and decided that it might be fun to throw you a surprise party!
But clearly an ordinary surprise party would only be appropriate for an ordinary girl and since you’re anything but ordinary we thought that maybe we could make it a ‘Surprise! I know you just woke up naked and chained, but we’re all here to celebrate and we need some drinks so be a good girl and don’t make a fuss’ kind of surprise party. Wouldn’t that be fun?
But then I remembered this unfortunate incident…
…and so I got to digging though my drafts folder (which is only slightly larger than all of tumblr) in order to find a more suitable birthday tribute idea, and fortunately I found one! Think of it like a pattern for the prettiest little summery dress, but adapted to something a little more your style. Maybe Mr. Craftsmate, handy as we all know him to be, could help you make it?
I hope you enjoy it. I’d suggest adding some wheels.
Happy Birthday Ivy. I hope 2014 treats you better than I do. 😉
Mr. Why Ess-acly
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Oh my gosh you big meanie.
Ivy… I’ve been having um… slightly messier anal with my new partner. He’s fairly rough, but I’m not sure that’s the only thing contributing to it. You seem to enjoy anal play — do you have any tips on how to prepare for anal as the reciever, I mean aside from the usual “have a bowel movement prior to sex/don’t eat too much junk/ etc” ? Thanks!
StandardUsing a toy first can help in terms of getting it out on the toy as opposed to getting it out on the dick. Putting a condom on the toy helps for super easy cleanup. And, yes, ensuring you’re not all backed up helps, even on just a comfort level.
If you’re into enemas and find that sort of stuff sexy, you can totally work that into your anal play. Unfortunately, I discovered I hate them. But, if you like it, you can flush the hole out that way and have some blushy fun if that’s your thing.
But remember: Shit happens. Don’t be embarrassed.
Happy birthday! I love everything about your blog – it’s given me the courage to explore the Daddy/little dynamic more than I’ve ever been able to by seeing how much you enjoy it, so thank you!
StandardI am so glad to hear that! Tumblr is amazing that way – it’s what encouraged me to explore that part of my sexuality, too.