Hehe I might just write another but I’m actually starting to get sleepy. <3
Month: January 2014
The Party Sub, Part Two
A tall guy in a tuxedo opened the door and introduced himself to Sir and I. He was incredibly friendly, and I was grateful that the party wasn’t giving off a whole weird Eyes Wide Shut kind of vibe. He explained that this was his apartment and gave us a tour of his place. It was really well-decorated and even included a hot tub that he explained usually got implemented into these kinds of events.
We found Sir’s friend Star with some other guests and I greeted her with a hug. Sir and I were kind of early, so the group was pretty small at the moment and seemed to know each other. Star fetched me a drink and I attempted to be social, but I was mostly just nervous.
In one particular instance, I tried to strike up conversation with this girl who was sitting alone and seemed kind of bored. She was pretty aloof, until Sir came over, asked her where she was from, and started speaking to her in her freaking native language. I just kind of stood there next to him and smiled awkwardly and was glad at least one of us was managing to kind of befriend somebody.
“Of course!” I whispered to him when we were alone, “of course she’s bitchy to me and you have to come up to her and talk to her in her goddamn language and suddenly you’re best friends.”
“Oh, don’t call her bitchy,” Sir mock-scolded, “that’s not very nice, sweetheart.” He kissed my nose, “now, go be social, come on, be nice.”
Things got easier as more guests started to trickle in. The two other people Sir and I knew came and, while they’re not exactly our closest friends, it was nice to catch up with them. I wound up having a conversation about World of Warcraft (listen, I was a dorky kid) with some guy, but naturally Sir had to come over and be all “not to mess up your game, but…”
(Which totally messed up my game. Pout.)
But, the “but…” was that it was almost midnight and a group had gathered to count down to the new year. We raised our glasses and I leaned up to give Sir a kiss as 2013 ended.
Gpoy
The Party Sub, Part One
It was the first time I was wearing garters and I had bought entirely the wrong kind of stockings for them. They were thigh highs, but I was in such a rush that I didn’t ensure they would attach correctly to the bustier I was wearing. So, they took a while to force and my first few attempts were fruitless. By the time I reached the party, all but one had detached themselves.
I was incredibly nervous as Sir and I rounded the block towards the apartment. The past week, I had looked over the Facebook event and at the faces of people and how everyone seemed to know each other. I realized, aside from maybe three people that we knew, Sir and I would be walking into this cold.
Otherwise, everyone seemed to know each other, seemed so unreasonably attractive, seemed to totally have their shit together. Sir and I were on the younger side for the group and both had some anxieties about entering into what seemed to be a pretty established little posse.
The structure of the party was that prior to midnight we’d have time to mingle with people before the clothes came off and the fun began. But, I’m pretty awful at mingling, especially if there’s some kind of an agenda behind it. Not to say I had an agenda, but to say that it would be kind of hard to avoid that these people would be naked in a little over two hours.
“Don’t be so nervous, sweetheart,” Sir said as we approached the door. I fidgeted with the remaining strapped garter under my dress and it snapped off of the stocking.
We buzzed ourselves in and started up the stairs. In front of the door was a rack for shoes and another for our coats. After we had shed both, I gave Sir a kiss and he reached out to knock on the door.
I should be going to sleep because my flight is at a godawful early hour tomorrow.
But instead I’m suddenly writing about the orgy.
Oops. Hello, priorities.
There and Back Again
StandardOliver was changing the sheets ten minutes after she’d left.
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t counted each second, run through the hypotheticals in his mind about how far away she’d have to be before she might realise she’d forgotten something, past the distance where she could just turn around. She’d have to take out her phone and actually let him know she had left something behind. Five minutes away seemed like the threshold, and so he counted to ten, watched the number on his phone tick up as if pulling him out of a trance. He did it in the living room, so he didn’t have to occupy the same space as the offending laundry.
It was the thought of going back to sleep, of lying down and trying to fall unconscious with that most olfactory of reminders enveloping him, that was too much to bear. So he stripped the mattress, emptied the pillowcases, hurled the duvet from one side of the room to another to make a little space. Morning light flooded his room like bleach, and for a minute he paused.
Mistakes happen. Even grand ones, the pile-ups of the world, start with something small; a distracted driver glancing at their phone, a patch of black ice. But most curious are those which seem to take a life of their own, continue apace even though he should have the ability to stop them, should be able to intervene and divert the evening away from that most regrettable of directions. He could have done something. He should have done something.
He changed his sheets, and he went back to bed.
Guys rolledtrousers is baaaaaaaaaack.
It’s supposed to be as cold as -15 degrees Fahrenheit where I’m headed tomorrow.
I’m just going to try to stay warm by thinking about this.
“When I was 19, my girlfriend and I were going to study in Paris. Our boyfriends came to the docks to see us off. Right as we were getting on the ship, my friend’s boyfriend said to her: ‘If you go, I won’t wait for you.’ So she turned around and decided to stay. My fiance saw this and told me: ‘I won’t wait for you either.’
I said: ‘Don’t!’”
What’s the dirtiest thing your Owner has ever done to you?
StandardDirty is a subjective term, but here.
My flight is cancelled until Sunday.
I’m pouting like crazy because my inner control freak just isn’t having it.
But my Daddy reminded me that it’s some extra time with loved ones. So I’m trying to have some perspective and I’m off to take a little nap with Sir.
I’m flying back out today. It’s been a lovely visit. Obviously, I’ve got a lot to share, hehehe.
In the meanwhile, a little post-holiday tip: Don’t agree to go see this movie with family. In addition to just not being very good, you’ll end up having to uncomfortably squirm in your seat through scenes like this for three hours.
I’d honestly forgotten this was the movie this little scene came from and then realized it halfway in and was like CRAP.
So me, for real.