Month: August 2014

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Halfway There, Part Three

Once again, I couldn’t manage to relax until the three had left the room. For all my humiliation in the bathroom, I wound up lying back in an armchair, legs up, with Macy licking my pussy. So, ah, yeah. Guess it was worth it.

Flint had ducked into the shower and Lida was over on the couch. We were attempting to maintain some kind of a conversation. Please don’t ask me why. I guess I thought at the time that it would be a totally polite thing to do. So, I tried my hardest to talk to Lida despite the fact that there was totally a pretty girl on her knees and eating my pussy. 

When Flint came out of the shower, I was still relatively coherent, all things considered.

“How’s she doing?” he asked.

I sucked in a breath. “G…good.”

“Really?” He took a seat on the couch. “Let me know. Could she be doing better?”

“N…no,” I stammered out, “she’s doing good." 

I guess I was raised not to criticize gifts, I don’t know, but I felt awkward saying anything negative about a person when their mouth was right on my clitoris. She was doing pretty well, but I wasn’t about to point anything out in the position I was in. 

"Really?”

I nodded. “R…really.”

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Halfway There, Part Two

I half considered using the bathroom on the way out of the restaurant, burrito in tow, but we weren’t all that far from Macy’s place and I figured I would be fine. This, of course, was a mistake.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I said when Flint and I arrived at Macy’s. Macy and Lida were over at the store up the block. 

Flint shook his head and set his stuff down on the floor. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” I huffed. “Come on, I have to pee.”

“Well, you’ll be in big trouble,” he replied, gesturing over to the kitchen. “If you want, you can go on the floor in there, but you’re not using the bathroom.”

“That’s disgusting!” I exclaimed.

He smiled, “yeah, it is.” Looping an arm around me, he hiked my dress up and started pushing on my bladder and teasing my clit. I squirmed, trying my hardest not to urinate on Macy’s floor. Thankfully, Macy and Lida arrived before I could. But, Flint just gave a sweep of his arm and said, “all right, everybody in the bathroom. Ivy has to pee.”

This is how I wound up back on the toilet, Flint taking pictures of me to send to Sir while Lida and Macy sat around me on the sink and the lip of the tub. “What is this?” I whined, “a Christmas card picture?" 

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Dear Followers,

Your “applications” for shower buddy are the cutest, funniest, and bestest ever. I’m not ignoring you. I’m simply pouting that you’re all anons. 

What is the fun of that?

<3,
Ivy

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I’m trying to imagine spending a day like this. Blind and silent, left to crawl around on my hands and knees. Occasionally, being grabbed by the hips and pulled over to be used. Otherwise, just stuck in this dark little world, totally helpless. 

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I like the idea of her having spent so much time getting all nice and pretty, and then the cuffs and chains are so, so dirty.

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mothwizard:

me: i want something very short and small and cutesy but most importantly body safe and discreet

sex toy companies: try the DEVASTATOR SEVENTY THREE INCHES OF PURE JELLY RUBBER HYPER REALISTIC VEINS WE SHOWED IT TO A NUN ONCE AND SHE BURST INTO FLAMES THERE’S ONLY ONE SETTING: DEVASTATION THE VIBRATIONS CAUSED AN EARTHQUAKE MILLIONS ARE DEAD

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Halfway There, Part One

My Daddy suggested I wear pigtails.

“Trust me,” she – a reigning queen of rocking the pigtails – said, “they’ll love them.”

I was going to spend the evening hanging out and playing around with Flint, Lida and Macy. While I’m used to people running a little late, I’d started to learn that not only was Flint on time for essentially everything, he was actually usually early. So, pigtails totally made sense when I saw I was starting to cut it a little close.

I was already in Flint’s car when I got another text from Daddy asking for a picture. I blushed a little explaining to him that I had to take a picture for my Daddy, before pulling out my phone to take a picture to send along to her. 

Since I hadn’t eaten, I asked Flint if we could stop on the way to Macy’s place so I could get a burrito. (I’d had a rough day, cut me some slack.) To minimize the wait time for said burrito, I took out my phone to call the place ahead of time so I could just swing in and pick it up. 

Naturally, this turned into Flint reaching over while he was driving and tickling me as I attempted to keep myself composed enough to place an order.

“You know people who take orders over the phone have to deal with that a lot,” Flint said when I finished the call. “Except he probably thought you were getting fingered or something.”

I huffed, keeping my arms crossed protectively over my torso until we reached the restaurant to pick up my burrito. 

“I like your pigtails,” Flint said as we walked towards the door. “I’m looking forward to pulling on them.”

I gave him a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished.”