Sometimes, I don’t even know where the line is anymore.
black and white
But actually.
Thanksgiving with Sir.
Now, please.
In the kink community, I don’t go by my real name. There’s a number of reasons. But, one of the strongest is the fact that several of the people who regularly attend munches are undergraduates at the institution I teach at. While I feel relatively safe with this group, I’d rather not put my job at risk.
A lot of people in the community don’t use their names either, and there’s no issue with it. But, one tiny problem is the fact that people like Pup have met me under a real-sounding but totally false name. I just felt better going by a normal name as opposed to Sprite or Dolly or something. So, it can be easy to just assume that the name I use is my real name.
After the whole Jenga fiasco, Pup asked me out to get some lunch and try to diffuse the awkward. That afternoon, I was running a little late (I couldn’t pick out an outfit, sue me) and he ended up showing up while I was half-dressed. I managed to throw myself together and let him in, but then I couldn’t find my keys and as I was wandering my apartment I said, “get your shit together, Ivy” except by Ivy I mean I used my real-ass name.
We just kind of stared at each other for a minute before I said, “so, yeah, that’s my name.” I then told him Sir’s real name, which was a relief and made everything easier because the name Sir uses in the scene is Pup’s real name.
“Well, now we’re both assholes,” I said as we walked to lunch, “you bled on me and I used a fake name. So, we’re even.”
Pup laughed, “don’t worry about it.”
We had a nice lunch, and afterwards Pup asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I sent Sir a text making sure it was all right if I played with Pup, and the two of us walked back to his apartment.
When we got to his bedroom, he asked if I wanted to have sex, and I explained that Sir and I had a whole arrangement about that, I’d like to get to know him better first, and that it would require me discussing it with Sir in something longer than a text.
“That’s fine,” Pup said, “I’ll just take some time to learn you.”
What he learned pretty quickly is that I’m super sensitive to biting, even though I like it. The next day, I’d found a few tooth imprints on my shoulder.
And what I had learned, or at least was pretty surprised to discover, was that Pup could make me cum surprisingly fast with his fingers. Which is strange, because usually I have a little trouble cumming with new partners because I get nervous. But, somehow, I was suddenly cumming before I even was aware that I was going to.
He used to tie me up like this and make me go to bed.
Inevitably, I’d wake up humping the crotch rope.
I need a bad influence.
I was super nervous about introducing Sir to Pup when he visited back at the end of August.
First, there’s always some awkwardness about being like “hello person I’m in a relationship with meet this person I’ve started dating a little.” Not to mention the fact that in the past there’s been a little awkwardness about authority and whatnot.
Second, Pup and I had just come off of a really awesome second date. I mean, probably the second best second date I’ve ever had besides the one I had with Sir (which was stellar). It was just one of those really crazy nights whose elements sort of fell together almost eerily perfectly. We decided to go to an arcade and play around like children, and on the way we found a twenty on the ground. While playing a few rounds of pool, we discovered we had really good chemistry. Afterwards, as we took a walk and were just talking, we passed what looked like the most comfortable couch ever that had just been left out on the sidewalk. I was looking for a new couch, and this one matched my freaking living room. So, we ran back to my place, I kicked off my heels and threw on sneakers, and we ended up carrying the couch to my apartment. Then, we made out on the couch, which ended up being super comfy even if it was missing one of its back legs (oh well, I’ve got it up against a wall.)
So, yeah, I’d just had this really great night with him and I didn’t want to make things weird by bringing my boyfriend/owner into that situation. But, I wanted to bring Sir to the munch to introduce him to my friends in the kink community there. And Pup was going to be there with his girlfriend.
When Sir and I walked in, Pup and his girlfriend were hanging out right by the entrance. I got a little sidetracked because of course someone in my freaking graduate cohort had to be there (GAH) so I cleared up that situation as quickly as possible (it’s cool, guys.) And, when I turned around, I saw Sir talking to Pup and his girlfriend. They were all smiling and everything seemed at ease. I was so relieved.
Of course, I immediately started blushing when Sir told me to tell them about how he’d taught me how to ride a bike just a year ago and I got all embarrassed and went to soft-shoe it out of there and then accidentally almost knocked over Pup’s drink because I’m the most awkward person on the entire planet.
And then I blushed again when I realized that Pup and Sir were kind of both flanking me while we were talking to other people and, after I’d pointed it out, they both put an arm around me. My cheeks were actually burning.
“Aw, look at you,” Sir teased. “How’s that make you feel?”
“Shut up,” I pouted.
Pup squeezed my hip, “no, I think you should tell us how that makes you feel.”
On the way out, Sir mentioned that he really liked Pup and his girlfriend, and as we said our goodbyes, we made plans for a double date before Sir headed back home.
I still haven’t given up on the idea of that road trip, baby.
Me, basically.
So I’m having an awful day, but Sir is coming tonight (except he’s delayed, boo) and I’m so excited to see him so we can have some cathartic sex to say fuck you to this ridiculous day.
Somebody might be excited to see who turned up on one of his favorite shows last night in kitty ears.
Y’know. Probably definitely totally.