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Anonymous asked: What is breath play?

Ivy says: Use the context clues

Anonymous asked: Hey Ivy, question for you. How long does it usually takes you to trust someone enough to submit to them? It’s been surprising to read your Flint story, because from what you’ve said in the past you usually need some time to build that trust. What do you think has been different this time? Does it help to have other girls around with you? A Nosy Anon.

Ivy says: Honestly, if it’s a one-on-one situation. But, with Flint, the situation is a little different. First of all, I’m not submitting to him so much as playing with him. I submit to my owner, Sir, and he “lends me out” to Flint. The two of them spoke with each other before the first time I played with him and continue to communicate. Second, because Flint has several partners, it kind of functions as a sort of “yelp”-typed situation where I can see “reviews” of him. Because not only are other girls around, but other girls clearly trust him, I feel rather comfortable doing stuff with him. Third, I am still building trust with Flint. What helps is that he confers with Sir and checks in a whole lot about limits and feelings, so I’m starting to really establish it. So, for now, I trust his ability to respect my boundaries, I trust his understanding of my pre-existing relationship, and I trust in the pre-existing relationships he has. 

Anonymous asked: Are you really only allowed to cum once every few months? How do you manage it? I’ve never tried it, but I know subs who struggle with being on denial for a week or two, never mind just accepting it as a permanent way of life!

Ivy says: Yes, I am really only allowed to cum once every few months, unless I do something very good. Right now I’ve earned one orgasm to use whenever I’d like, and I’m saving it. I manage it rather easily, mostly because I’m honestly not super orgasmic. I had trouble orgasming until I was 20 for a variety of reasons. Partially because it takes me a while, and mostly because my pussy is VERY sensitive, so I can’t have a lot of toys directly on my clitoris and if someone has even a little bit of a fingernail to them, I feel it and it hurts like crazy. Even when I masturbated by myself, I got incredibly overstimulated before I could even cum. And, if I did cum, I would get so tender that I definitely couldn’t continue touching myself. When I was cumming whenever I wanted, my orgasms also weren’t incredibly strong. So, now that I’m on denial, I have a much easier time cumming because I’ve been craving it and my orgasms feel so much better. Sometimes it’s difficult when I really want to cum and I still have a little time to wait, but usually it’s pretty great for me.

Anonymous asked: How did you and Sir deal when your relationship became long distance? Was there anything that helped during that period of transition, before or after?

Ivy says: It was hard, but we’re coming up on a year now and we are so proud of how we are keeping it together. The number one thing that helped was Couple. It’s an iPhone app and he and I would use it to text, send pictures, etc. It’s super cheesy, but it’s super cute and fun to use.

Anonymous asked: Has your sex drive ever been a problem with one of your partners? My boyfriend thinks I’m too horny and can’t keep up with me.

Ivy says: Honestly, this is probably not the answer you’re expecting. I don’t have a massive sex drive. I participate and enjoy kink without sex. And while I’m probably maybe a little hornier than the average vanilla person, I’m probably a little less than the average cumblr user? Sometimes I go a week or more without masturbating because I’m just not in the mood. But, in that regard, yeah. Sir is often horny in the morning and I’m usually just not. I’d rather have a big breakfast and stuff. (However, I am the biggest fan EVER of afternoon delight.)

Is there a page with all of your stories, or will I have to go through the archive?

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No, there isn’t. You would have to go through the archive.

But, instead, I went through the archive and made one. It took me a couple of days because I started this blog back in 2011. It’s kind of crazy to have re-read my blog. Parts made me cringe, parts made me smile. I kind of watched myself grow up.

So, thank you for giving me the reason to do that.

Here it is:

From Memory.

You can also find it on the sidebar of my page now with the FAQ. 

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So this doesn’t look exactly like Sir and I or anything.

All that said, ahhhh, wanna hang out sometime, weednymphos?

letmedothis:

We like this game, especially after smoking – weednymphos

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I love how you can just see the severity of that gag in the protrusion of her cheeks, in the tension in her brows, in the panic in her eyes.

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This totally reminded me of myanonymouslair and citrustree. And then I realized I was totally reblogging this with from Mally. Heh.

myanonymouslair:

“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.”

Walt Whitman

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My favorite thing ever is when he brushes my hair after spanking me or fucking me. It’s this special little quiet time we have together, where we can just be tender and intimate.

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Thank you for your support and patience through me posting Piss Shy. It dealt with some themes that I am super nervous about sharing on here, but you all were massively kind about it. 

Now comes the dilemma where my activities as of late have outpaced my writing speed. Which is totally a great problem to have.

So, you know, be patient as I try to catch up. I’ve got some fun stories on the way.

(Also, does anyone remember this show? It was absolutely absurd. I think I grew up to be Chicken. I don’t know how to feel about that.)

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Piss Shy, Part Thirteen

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

“Ivy,” I heard Flint say from the couch, “get up.”

“No!” I pouted, staying curled up on the floor with my hands over my face.

“Get up, I have something to tell you,” he insisted.

I huffed. “You can tell me down here.” 

His hands slipped under my shoulders and he pulled me up to my knees in front of him. Taking my face in his hands, he smiled tenderly and said, “Sir said you could cum tonight. As many times as you wanted.” 

The gentle smile curled up into a smirk. WRM started cracking up behind me. I reached up and wiped a few tears from my cheek, barely able to process the total mindfuck that the entire evening had been. “You fucking asshole,” I exclaimed and slapped him.

By now, he and WRM were in stitches, bent and laughing as I started punching him in the leg. “I can’t fucking believe this. You fucker. You actual douche. You total dickbag. I thought I was going to drink piss.” 

Grabbing my phone, I sent a text to Sir in all caps that simultaneously thanked him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster and reprimanded him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster. I called him a few choice names. Flint only laughed harder. “Oh, he didn’t know I was going to tell you you couldn’t cum. You probably just got yourself a tally for that.”

Thankfully, I didn’t.

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Piss Shy, Part Twelve

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

Flint had devised the clever and totally mean plan of pitting WRM and I against each other with a little bit of impact play. He started by holding her still, kissing her as he let me hit her ass with a tool that looked like a lot of skewers bundled together.

While I was beating her with it, I got a little cheeky and scolded her for not cutting her nails. “We’ve been out, what, three times?” I reprimanded, “and still – still – you keep your nails that long. You need to clip your fucking nails.”

Of course, I was significantly less cheeky about it once Flint was holding me still while I cried into his chest as WRM beat me. I felt absolutely awful for hitting WRM with it once I knew how much it hurt, but she had been such a sport about it while I was a big baby about taking half of what I’d given her. 

Then, Flint had WRM pin me back down while he aggressively rubbed my g-spot and clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push back the oncoming orgasm with just about any neutral, unsexy thought I could summon. “I can’t,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to drink piss, please.”

“You’d better drink a lot of water beforehand,” Macy said from the corner. 

As hard as I tried to hold off, I came. Hard. Flint didn’t relent, continuing to assault my clit and g-spot with his fingers while WRM held me still. “Hey, think you’ll get another tally for each time?” He asked jovially. He wrenched another orgasm out of me before I pleaded with him to stop, my pussy was far too sensitive and tender to continue. 

WRM let me go and I rolled over onto my belly, covering my face with my hands. I started to cry, overwhelmed by the idea that I was probably halfway to drinking a cup of my own urine, hating that I’d secretly enjoyed every second that led up to this, that I even liked the fact that I was facing these consequences. 

corwinprescott:

“Rain on The Morning Bird’s Throat”
Philadelphia, Pa 2014 

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