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So, recently things have been a little weird between my stuffie (Sir’s deputy) and me. Mostly because I totally figured out while grinding on pillows does nothing for me because of their volume, he is actually the perfect size.

One day I just kind of rolled over and ended up with him between my legs and thought, “hmmm.” And now stuff’s a little awkward between us.

The other day I was talking to Sir on the phone and mentioned my stuffie. Without missing a beat, Sir says, “I’m surprised he still talks to you after you raped him.”

I turned bright red.

Today, I’m posting images and fantasies and stories that make me blush so much that I can barely admit I like them.

Starting with one of the blushiest outfits I can imagine having to wear to a play party ever.

This totally reminded me of myanonymouslair and citrustree. And then I realized I was totally reblogging this with from Mally. Heh.

myanonymouslair:

“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.”

–Walt Whitman

Current status.

Maid is one of my favorite games to play.

It’s basically one of the few ways I can convince myself to clean my apartment.

But, whatever. However it gets done.

I hiiiiighly recommend the full video this comes from.

It’s one of those things I only watched this past year but still consider “formative."

Piss Shy, Part Seven

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

Flint had the girls try to hold me down, but I was inevitably and usually able to throw them off from a combined force of the absolute distress of being tickled and the fact that I was thankfully stronger. It turned into a repeated process of the girls trying to hold me down, Flint tickling me, and me throwing them off and curling up into a ball until they succeeded in pinning me back down or Flint ordered me to hold still.

Eventually, Flint had Lida crawl up on top of me and kiss me while he beat her with something. As I was blindfolded, I couldn’t tell what. Lida kissed cutely, shyly. Her mouth was small and her lips pursed like a guppy’s. I reached up, running my hands over her back and shoulders, pulling her to me each time I felt her jump from the beating.

“Now come on, Ivy, you’re here to entertain us. Touch yourself,” Flint said as Lida climbed off of me. “And be careful. Your owner said you couldn’t cum."

I laid back and rubbed my pussy, thankful for the blindfold that allowed me to at least pretend I wasn’t being watched by a roomful of people. Lida and Macy were still touching me, idly discussing things like lingerie and shopping. But, after a little while, I realized I had to use the bathroom.

"Hey, ah…WRM? Flint?” I called out.

“Not here,” Lida replied, “in the other room.”

“Well, can you get them?” I asked, “I…um…I have a pee.”

“Kind of scared to move,” Macy admitted, “we’re not supposed to…” She thought for a moment, “you can go over there, they’re just in the next room. Just, ah, crawl over.”

After banging my head on a corner, I managed to make my way to the door. I knocked on the door before hearing it swing open.

“Yes?” Flint asked.

I bit my lip. “I…ah…I have to pee.”

And this was where the trouble started.

Experts are still torn on whether hogties are the cause or the cure of the condition known as the squirmies.

“I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend,” – Graham Greene, The End of the Affair.

I’m having dinner and drinks with a cute girl tomorrow.

Be jelly.