“You become responsible forever for what you have tamed.” – The Little Prince.
bed
On Friday night, I was at a birthday party on the other end of the city where the drink of the night was very little more than gin mixed with champagne. Pup was out on a date with a new partner he seems to like a lot, and it was half past midnight when he texted me to see if I was still out. “I can be there by 1:30,” he wrote back when I confirmed I was. “I’ll pick you up.”
A little emboldened by the cocktail that was supposed to be served in a champagne flute and that we’d all been gulping back from tumblers, by the time Pup arrived I was flirting with a guy friend of mine. And I can’t begin to explain the strange comfort of watching him come through the door, of feeling his hand on my shoulder, of knowing we were going to go sleep and wake up together.
And, yeah, I kept hitting on the guy, because you know me.
He woke me the next morning by pulling me into him and speaking gently into my ear. I’d briefly forgotten in my sleep that he had come over, and to hear his voice and feel him there was such a strange relief. I feel at peace in his presence, it’s a great thing.
And for all the getting tied up and the awesome sex and the threesomes, that’s my favorite thing that’s happened in my bed. Waking up groggy and a little hungover and remembering he was there, too.
Uh, Pup…
(You know why.)
Need one of these under-the-bed restraint sets like woah.
Whipping Post, Epilogue
That night, we all went back to my place and fell asleep in my bed. By we all, I mean Pup, Saltine and I.
In the morning, we sort of ended up lazily touching each other, which turned into us all kissing and, well.
When I contacted Sir and checked that it was okay if I fucked Saltine, he replied with “sure but I thought you thought they were obnoxious.”
Which yes but SORRY sometimes I can’t help myself. So we fucked around until we got hungry, and I walked into my kitchen to make breakfast. I could see through the doorway Pup still fucking Saltine in my bed, and it tapped into some weird mix of compersion and my mild mild mild cucking fantasy that made the encounter both sweet and hot.
Afterwards, I ended up back in bed with them, Pup fucking me while Saltine watched. “I’m jealous,” Saltine said, and I thought they meant of me until they added, “I want to fuck her like that, Daddy.” (Yeah, Saltine and Pup had a tiny bit of a Daddy/little dynamic.)
I felt myself blushing as Pup pushed my face into my pillow. “You want them to fuck you?”
“M…maybe one day,” I stammered out. But I realized after Pup punished me for sassing him by pulling out and slapping my pussy, and Saltine got mean and told him he should do it again that yeah, okay, maybe I wanted to fuck this person sometime.
I’ve got a serious fantasy about a drawn-out abduction with someone that I trust. Maybe during a long holiday weekend, sometime when I don’t have anywhere to be. And maybe I’m given a little bit of notice, or maybe I’m just taken without any warning.
There’s a version that involves a forced roadtrip, a seedy motel, a ransom call. Hours spent tied up on a bed, hands in my hair and on my body. There will be photographs taken, video made, things I’ll have later as mementos.
This picture takes me there.
It is truly beautiful to come home and find my slave chained to the bed waiting for me like a good little pet. She looks adorable when she is sleeping and chained up, I watched her for a while and then I spanked her to wake her up and get her ready to be used.
So many feelings.
So if I’m very good and I meet a bunch of deadlines this week, Pup’s going to terrible things to me. If that isn’t motivation…
I had a thousand butt puns I wanted to put on this photo and I think I deserve a medal for restraining myself.
Guess who slept through the night last night?
And woke up on time?