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Leftovers, Part Seven

Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.

By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need. 

He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him. 

That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.

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Sir says he’s got a cage waiting for me at his place when I come visit.

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You know how it is.

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Leftovers, Part Six

Leaving the get-together we were at (even though I was blushingly barely able to make eye contact with anyone after they’d watched me orgasm) was a mistake, but hindsight is 20/20. We wanted to check out a party at a dungeon, but when we arrived we were pretty disappointed. While the venue was fairly nice, the vibe was pretty awful. 

People were mostly keeping to themselves and tended to just be sort of awkwardly watching as opposed to mingling. Sir tried spanking me over a bench, but both of us were kind of off our game from the environment. So, I asked him if he wanted to put me back in the harness he learned earlier. We might as well give something else a try before giving up on the evening and our lost entry fees. 

Together, we talked through the steps as he tied me up. It felt sweet and intimate: him arranging the rope on my body, me reminding him of some of the smaller moves and praising him for somehow memorizing this thing so quickly. When he had the harness tied and my head pulled back by the rope in my hair and the crotchrope pulled tight, he pushed me over to the mirrors on the wall so I could get a good look at myself. 

I had to admit, I liked what I saw. 

Sir turned me back around, set to slapping my  face and breasts for a little bit, and then led me through the venue by the shoulder.

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1. I decided to break up some of my body-negative/dysmorphic craziness by taking a picture of myself lying on my floor with my phone. I resist posting (or even taking) full-body shots and from looking at my body full-on in a mirror (the door where my full-body mirror is I almost always keep shut). So today I’m calling bullshit on myself and learning to appreciate and share all of my body.

2. Yes, that’s sunburn on my chest. Princess Pasty over here (me) gets a burn from even the slightest warmer weather/sun exposure. It’s only kind of funny.

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Angles.