“Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.”
black and white
Chained, Part One
Penthouse likes to make collars. He braids leather and they look cute, pretty, unintimidating. I like that. The last collar I wore had the word “bitch” on it and I sort of hated it.
He made mine red and purple, two of my favorite colors. It fit comfy and had a little d-ring to attach a leash, which made me blush like no other. By having me help him put the final clasp on, Penthouse really made me feel like it was mine. Which I liked. A lot.
After buckling the collar on me, he had me put on this little nightgown that I brought which is actually a size large shirt from Forever 21 that was five bucks. Call me ridiculous, but I thought the pattern was cute and I tried it on and figured I could pass it off as a nightgown. It covers my ass and, while it’s too loose to be a dress, it’s cute and precious and so little as a nightgown.
In the nightgown and with the collar on, I was already blushing so hard my cheeks burned. But, when he took out a length of chain and clipped one end to his bed-frame, I just about lost it.
Ivy…
There’s a tag on her post that says “Ivy has been pretty knifey lately”.
Yeah, I’m transparent.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be in my bunk.
Penthouse lives with eight other guys.
This is totally fine, Penthouse has his own room.
Except, uh, until one of them starts blasting opera music while we’re trying to mess around.
True story: La Traviata and flogging don’t mix.
Word to your mother.
I feel ya, Piglet.
Daddy and piglet love it like this. cuz piglet can pretend to be asleep if she wants. she kinda kinks on that a little bit.
mmm. im going to hell
(Blah blah my queue spat this out too early blah blah I guess I can start this story.)
Penthouse and I share an interrogation fantasy. I had articulated it to him for a while and had shared that the only time I had tried it, the guy was really half-hearted and was basically like, “one question now blowjob.” Which, I’m sorry, I love sucking dick but that killed it.
We were hanging around and I was messing with Penthouse’s wallet. “What are you doing?” He asked.
I smirked, “oh, I was thinking of hiding it when you weren’t looking so you’d have to ask me where it was.”
“Oh,” he replied, “I suddenly have something to do…elsewhere.” We both laughed and he got up and went to the other room.
Practically giddy with the fact that this was going to happen, I hid the wallet and waited for him to come back. When Penthouse returned, he feigned surprise at his wallet being gone.
“Sweetheart,” he asked in that Daddy-type voice that makes me blush. “Have you seen my wallet?" I just smirked and shrugged. He grabbed my arm, "did you hide it?” I shrugged again and he pushed me up against the wall. “Where is it?” I shook my head.
Suddenly, I felt him pull the ballgag between my teeth and buckle it at the back of my head. “Fine, when you’re really to tell me, I’ll take this off.” He shoved me towards the bed.
I gave Craftsmate his hat back the other day.
Call me a pushover, blah blah.
But he’d better never leave it here again or I may be less nice.
It’s my hat now…
by Tasya van Ree
This.
This I would like to try.
Continued from here.
Penthouse had undressed me and was starting to unwind a ton of rope. He started with the harness he had put me in during the mini-munch. I smiled to myself as he worked, still figuring I had the upper hand. After all, I wanted to be tied up.
My grin faded when I felt him pull the rope between my legs from the back and tie a knot in it. My eyes widened when he pulled the other end up through the front of the harness, causing the rope to tighten up against my exposed cunt and the knot to line up with my clit.
It was his turn to smirk when he gave the rope a few test pulls.
“Feel good?” He asked and I blushed, looking away. He reached up and mussed my hair. "Go get on the bed and let me do your legs, then.“
Confessedly, my trip to see Penthouse wasn’t all doing official, legit stuff in his area and taking time in another city to breathe.
After the whole mini-munch, he and I had talked a bunch and flirted a lot. So, I found that by combining my real-life obligations with some things I enjoy, I could have a little weekend away to have some fun with somebody I had some chemistry with and similar interests in the kinky department.
By the time I arrived, I was super exhausted, dehydrated and sore from sitting for an extended period of time. Penthouse was a very gracious host and (mostly) excused my tired comments and little jabs at his school (we’ve got a rivalry). There was a little initial awkwardness, but I was surprisingly comfortable with the idea of staying with him and mostly excited for the stuff, sexy and not-sexy, the weekend held.
So, yeah, that’s how I wound up in Penthouse Land.