In case my last post wasn’t indication enough, today was a lovely day.
black and white
I get to see him tomorroooow.
This week has been a bit stressful and we’ve got a lovely day planned.
So naturally I’m too excited to sleep.
I miss living with him and being able to be silly and distracting on the couch.
Naturally the second I open up a tinychat I get sleepy.
Good night, tumblrinas.
Here’s to hoping I have dreams of stuff like this.
“People who are harder to love pose a challenge, and the challenge makes them easier to love. You’re driven to love them. People who want their love easy don’t really want love.” – Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers.
Cam Damage and BC
“I do miss you; I think of you: I have a million things, not so much to say, as to sink into you,” – Virginia Woolf.
Full Service, Part Five
Craftsmate slipped the tweezer clamps onto my nipples before picking up the flogger. He started to beat my thighs, stomach and chest in quick, sharp hits. However, I noticed that he was holding back a bit, carefully ensuring that he was not hitting me too hard.
Usually, I appreciated when he did this. I’m not much of a masochist. However, as subspaced as I was, I wanted more. I wanted to go deeper and I wanted it to really, genuinely hurt.
“Harder,” I gasped out. He looked a bit surprised, but he swung the flogger harder. I continued to beg, “harder, please, Sir, please…"
Soon, he rolled me over onto my stomach. I squealed and winced as my clamped nipples pushed into the bed. The pressure sent a sharp, persistent pain through my breasts.
"Ow,” I whined, squirming to try to find a better position. However, the hogtie left me very few options.
“Aww, it hurts?” He teased, attaching the clover clamps to my pussy lips. My breath caught as he gave a sharp tug to the clamps, forcing them to squeeze my labia tighter. He slipped the vibrator underneath me, lining it up with my clit and turning it on low. “Does that make it all better?”
I moaned, grinding up onto the vibrator, “uh huh.” I caught myself. “Yes, Sir.”
Full Service, Part Three
Soon, we went up to my bedroom and I took out the items of our mutual sex toy collection that wound up at my place: two separate lengths of rope, a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps, a pair of clover clamps, a flogger and my knockoff hitachi (whose power apparently pales in comparison to the real thing.)
He ordered me to remove my clothes and pointed for me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed, wanting to be good for him.
“Bring me the rope,” Craftsmate said. I obeyed as he moved to stand by my bed. “In your mouth.“
"Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the rope into my mouth carefully and crawling over to him. I set it down at his feet and gazed up at him eagerly. As he reached down to muss my hair, I felt this really overwhelming urge to be good for him. I wanted so badly to just be a good girl.
So, I set to kissing his cock through his slacks, nuzzling it and staring up at him with my best pleading eyes until he removed his pants. “If you want me to let you go deep,“ he said, holding a fistful of my hair, “you’ll be a very good girl and treat my cock well.”
The only issue was that worshipping his cock made me subspaced anyway. It got to the point where I would deep throat him, pull back to breathe and feel so spacey and dizzy that I would slump forward. He would grab me back the hair and put me back onto his cock, letting me go deeper as he took charge.
“I’m deep already,” I murmured. My voice had gotten small. “I’m really deep.“
He smiled and settled down onto the floor beside me, holding me close. When he kissed my forehead and my cheeks, I felt myself swell in the warm way I do when he’s sweet while I’m starting to get really subspaced.
"You want me to tie you up?” he asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, moaning softly. He reached down and picked up my panties. After balling them up, he held them out to me. “In your mouth. Now.“
Without objection, I accepted them and pressed the wad of lace past my teeth.
“Of course this is how all the other little girls play doctor, silly.”
Brigitte Bardot dans Les bijoutiers du clair de lune (Roger Vadim, 1958)
Brigitte Bardot is kind of the patron saint of Sweetheart.