I can’t sleep and Sir’s already asleep and I miss sleeping beside him. I promised that the first Christmas we have together, I’d let him put me under the tree like this. But, upon consideration, I think I might be way too fussy for that.
Month: December 2013
Sounds like you earned a poop load of pennies. ;-)
StandardHehehe. I earned three. One for the anal stuff and two for you’ll see.
Sweetheart says she’s ready for Santa to come visit tonight.
She’s been practicing all year.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Six
He had me get down on my knees and suck him off while he had his drink. Every so often, he’d pull me all the way down on his cock and make me stay there, gagging. I was proud of myself for taking it and letting him choke me on his cock. Confessedly, I like that feeling a lot.
After a little bit, Sir removed Mr. Purple from my pussy and slid the beads out of my ass. He showed me how sopping wet Mr. Purple was and had me lick it clean before setting both toys aside.
“I’m very proud of you,” he said as he bent me over the couch so that I was on my hands and knees. My cheek rested against the back and my feet hung off of the cushion. “Such a good girl you’re being.”
He curled his hand into my hair and fucked me hard. I was so eager I thrusted back against him, and he teased me for how blatant and needy I was being. But, he let me cum and finished on my back, rubbing it in.
“Now go get yourself cleaned up and ready,” Sir said, pulling me up to my feet. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.” A check in the mirror confirmed that my mascara had run down my cheeks and my hair was a complete mess.
I hadn’t planned on sharing what I was getting ready for. But Sir asked me to be a very brave girl and write about it, so you all will see soon. It’s gonna be really, really blushy.
She said ‘I really can’t stay’
And he said ‘baby, it’s cold outside let me lend you a jacket and give you a ride home’ because he wasn’t a fucking creep
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Five
Mr. Purple proved a lot more challenging to put into my ass. I tried to relax, but I just couldn’t. So, I asked Sir if maybe I could do it myself, just so I could get used to the way it feels going in.
It took a little work, but Mr. Purple was essentially fully lodged in my asshole. I gasped and moved back over to the couch, burying my face in his chest. “It’s super blushy,” I whispered, “I can really feel it.”
“Aww,” he chuckled, “and it’s not even turned on.” He reached behind me and pushed the button, turning Mr. Purple onto the first speed. I gasped and trembled, but it suddenly turned off. This turned into us having to pull out Mr. Purple, adjust the batteries, turn it back on, shove it back in, etc. Turns out we wore the batteries out, so it kept turning off after a minute or so.
He took the condom off of Mr. Purple, washed it off and put it in my pussy. After putting the beads back in my ass (and taking quite possibly one of the blushiest pictures of me that may ever exist), he sent me off to the kitchen to mix him a drink.
I stumbled forward, I was barely able to walk feeling so completely and utterly full. I was wearing a pair of heels and I kept almost spilling the drink as I returned it to him.
He smirked and patted the couch, gesturing for me to sit beside him. “Feeling full, sweetheart?” he asked.
I nodded, my cheeks burning. “Uh huh.”
One time…
daddy gave her a pretty, pink string of beads,
which she wound ‘round her neck like a necklace.
“No, no, silly girl,” daddy chuckled,
“let me show you where these go…”
Sir and I are having dinner tonight with that friend of his that found my tumblr. I’ve met her once before and she seems really cool. And I’m looking forward to getting to know her a little better.
Especially since it’s a little awkward that she’s seen my naked body on the Internet a whole lot and is friends with my boyfriend and knows an obscene amount about our sex life. So, you know, some vanilla friendship might be good, too. To balance this stuff out.
I should mention that Sir and I are starting to explore something new with our dynamic. A few years ago, I used to like being more of a “slave” than a “sub,” but I got burned pretty hard by some people and it drove me away. I got really, really scared about putting that much trust in someone like that again, and so I completely resisted entering into that sort of dynamic again. But, I’ve always craved it and wished I could have it.
A few weeks ago, I admitted this to Sir. I was stressed out and I was craving that release of just serving someone. I kept asking him to just take control and he kept asking me what I meant. The whole time, I was shaking because I was so scared to let myself feel that again. But, I admitted it to him.
I told him about how I wanted to feel more like property, about how cherished that used to make me feel. I admitted I used to let myself get pushed deeper into subspace, that I used to hold off on backing out of beatings just because they started to really hurt, that I used to value obedience and service. But I had my trust betrayed and I completely withdrew and closed off to it.
It’s been a process of me first admitting this to myself, and now admitting it to him. Sir has been so patient and loving and I’m so proud to be owned by him. I have no interest in calling him Master, but we’ve been exploring that new dynamic now. And I get super nervous when we do, but I’m excited. And I’m so, so happy I can start to trust someone that way again.
I’m going on queue for a few days while the Christmas, my birthday and New Year happen.
I’ll be poking in occasionally.
Expect material detailing the rest of my visit with Sir, some hot upcoming plans I’ve got, and miscellaneous Christmas porn.
You scum. <3