“No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made And stick it into some- Someone else’s heart Pumping someone else’s blood. And walking arm in arm You hope it don’t get harmed. But even if it does You’ll just do it all again.”
That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Nine
The day after Sir left town, I was a little mopey (as I usually am when he does) and invited Pup over to hang out. We had agreed that it was probably for the best that he and Sir and I had not endeavored to threesome that evening. But, we hadn’t totally addressed the whole breaking into a dynamic thing.
Pup and I were hanging around on my couch when the other night somehow came up, and I made some snarky comment about him “breaking his sacred vow.” I was still laughing when he shoved me off of my couch and onto the floor.
“You’re a little bitch, you know that?” He said in a way that made me pause for a moment to see if he was joking or not.
“Is this okay?” I asked. I was still lying on my floor. “Like, are you serious or…?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m good. I’m just playing.”
I nodded, “okay, good, right. Are you sure you want to?” I brought myself up to my knees.
“Yeah.” I went to stand and he stopped me, reaching down to unzip his pants.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Of course the first fucking thing you want is that."
He grinned and shoved my mouth down on his cock. "Shut up,” he murmured as he applied pressure to the back of my head. I humored him for a few minutes before pulling back and shaking my head. “No, you don’t get off that easy.”
Pup pushed me back down. He got up and swept his foot under my skirt, kicking it up over my stomach. Despite my earlier claim that I really only wore stay-ups, I was wearing an old pair of tights that had a little rip on the thigh. They matched my outfit better than any of my stay-ups and I didn’t actually think I was going to be showing anyone what was happening underneath my skirt.
Pup crouched down and hooked his finger into the rip. He jerked his hand up, tearing them further until most of my inner thigh was exposed. “I like this,” he said, giving another tug.
“You’re ruining them,” I huffed.
“Aw,” he tore into the crotch. “I think you can still wear these. They look better now.”
That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Eight
“I saw you flash your tights at him,” Sir teased when I was putting my coat on to leave.
I smirked. “Stockings. Not tights.”
Pup was on his way out, too, and we figured we’d all walk together since he’s just about a block away from me (yeah, seriously). I’d brought a change of shoes because I didn’t think I wanted to walk home in my heels, but just ended up essentially throwing my shoes at Sir, claiming I could walk in the heels just fine.
The party was a little bit outside of the area of the city where Pup and I live, so we had a tiny trek ahead of us on a few residential roads that were more or less empty. I was being a little brat as we made our way away from my friend’s place, and I tossed my purse at Sir as well. “Now carry this, too,” I said, sticking out my tongue.
I was still walking when I felt Pup’s hand come up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair. We’d all had a little bit to drink, but none of us were “impaired.” But, the surprise of him seizing me by the hair made me trip a bit, especially combined with the fact that he hadn’t stopped walking. I ended up stumbling along beside him as he said, “you’re being a little brat.”
I grinned and glanced over at Sir, trying to gauge if he was all right with what was going down. I was met with a grin and winked before Pup shook me forward.
“You’re being a brat.” Pup tilted my head to exaggerate my glance at Sir. “Say you’re sorry.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m sorry.”
“Say thank you, he’s been so nice to you.”
My legs felt a little weak. I hadn’t been co-dommed by two men since the threesome with SG that Sir and I had back in January, and I was nervous and unsure but massively turned on. “Thank you.”
“That’s a good girl,” Sir replied. I giggled and tried to twist away from Pup, but Sir grabbed my wrist. I walked between the two of them like that until we started to see people.
Sir and I ended up going home alone that night, and probably for the best. It would’ve been a weird way to open things back up with Pup. But the next morning I woke up thinking that maybe things were back open.
And yeah, women want white collar jobs too. Go figure – A diverse population of women, with different abilities, interests and levels of education, are all fighting for the right to seek diverse forms of employment. Fighting for equality in one sphere doesn’t mean that we’ve forgotten about the others.
Just because you aren’t paying attention to the feminist movement doesn’t mean that the feminist movement is nonexistent.
But actually the only bruising Sir could get on Old Ironsides were those two little dots you can see from the tips of his flogger, as well as the faintest lines ever.
