blindfold – Page 6

This morning, Sir and I were talking dirty and the subject of him having another girl came up. I’m especially proud of myself because I was the one to bring it up.

We’ve discussed the idea before and it was the first time I was genuinely comfortable with the thought. Basically, as I have expressed on here with various degrees of feeling insufficient or worrying about being replaced, Sir and I do have very different styles. He’s more of a sadist, I’m more of a submissive. And while he comes close to a lot of the ideals I hold for a dominant, I don’t quite align with some of the stuff he likes in terms of degradation and masochism.

But, we love each other and it’s not a deciding thing. However, he wants a girl one day that he can call “Cunt,” just like I have someone I call “Daddy.” And this morning, I indulged him with talking about her.

While some of the pangs still came up, a lot of them didn’t. For once, I even got turned on.

I love how her hands aren’t bound.

So, even though she could, potentially, remove the blindfold and gag,

whoever set her up like that

knows she won’t.

daggerandplume:

Furniture

No, furniture has function.

She’s not furniture. She’s decoration.

I’ve got a cute new blindfold from my Daddy.

This is kind of one of our favorites ever ever.

master-of-o:

(via TumbleOn)

It’s not so much about the pain

as it is about the anticipation.

That’s what hurts the most.

obey-sir:

Submit to Sir

Follow Sir

cabinetofdesire:

Plug that before you spill it, whore. You’re mopping up any waste with your face.

submissivescarlet:

Want.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Seven

After a little bit, Craftsmate and I decided to head over to one of the play areas. Before we sat down, he put my hood back on plus the blindfold and gag in front of everyone and I blushed so hard my cheeks burned against the material covering them. Taking hold of my leash, he escorted me over to a couch.

My feet were starting to become a bit tired from the heels on my boots and there was a growing stumble in my step, so I was grateful when he had me take a seat before I felt him sit down next to me. Around us, I could hear people talking but I could barely make out the conversation.

Craftsmate cuffed my wrists together in front and leaned in close to me, whispering through the spandex of the hood over my ear. “Do you like that everyone can see you like this?”

I whined around the rubber cock in my mouth and he stroked my forehead as if he were petting the trapped hair beneath the hood.

He continued to explain to me the layout of the room, the people inside of it. His hand rested on my knee and I felt a bit more grounded and secure. Otherwise, the noises and the conversation was a bit overwhelming.

“There’s a girl getting beaten over in the corner. Everyone’s watching this guy with his whip,” Craftsmate explained, “do you think I should volunteer you next? I’m not sure you could handle it. It’s pretty mean-looking.”

I buried my covered face in the crook of his neck and groaned.

He chuckled, “fine, sweetheart. Do you want to watch, too?”

I nodded and he reached up, unbuckling the blindfold.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Three

Craftsmate had purchased two new items to bring along to the dungeon earlier that week: a black spandex hood with holes for the eyes and another for the nose and mouth and a rubber gag with a cock-like protrusion that got shoved in my mouth. The former was because I had expressed that I was worried about people seeing my face while I did stuff and being ashamed about it, in addition to the fact that I may have a teensy tiny fascination with hoods. The latter was Craftsmate’s idea of a fun surprise which made me blush all kinds of red.

In a matter of moments, I was wearing both of them, in addition to my blindfold. Between the way my head was basically completely encased and the blaring music of the club, I was terribly disoriented. My head was indescribably swimmy and I could barely process what was going on when Craftsmate rolled my skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of my stockings.

He started to spank me. Through the confines of the hood and the bass of the music, I could hear people talking. My cheeks burned and I only blushed deeper when I realized the wetness on my chin was my own drool soaking into the material of the hood.

I moaned lowly around the rubber cock in my mouth when Craftsmate shoved my vibrator down the front of my stockings and turned it on. He alternated between spanking me and adjusting the vibrator from low to high to off, driving me near insane before he pushed me up against the wall.

“Do you like this?” He asked as he adjusted the restraints so my arms were linked together above my head. I nodded and moaned. “Do you feel out of control?” I nodded once more and felt him step away.

For a moment, I was concerned he had actually just left me there and swung my leg out behind me to locate him. He laughed when I tapped his shin.

“Aww, sweetheart,” I could hear him smirking. “Did you think I left you here for somebody to find?” He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and hiked it up. My bra followed and I was grateful to be facing the wall and unable to see if anyone was looking. At first, I wasn’t sure what the sting on my nipples was, but once he started yanking the chain I realized it was the clamps.

He turned the vibrator back on and started spanking me once more. With my arms tied together, I found I could now turn to face him – although I could not see him – and attempt to protect my stinging ass. He would simply grab me by the hips and turn me back around, but as the whole situation sunk in more and more, I found myself stumbling and pacing. I felt like I was floating above myself and the only thing keeping me anchored to the situation was the stinging pain in my ass and nipples and the buzz of the vibrator.

Eventually, Craftsmate turned me to face him, removed the gag and checked in with me. “Do you want to go find a couch for a bit? You did a very good job.”

“No, no,” I replied, panting, “no, I want to keep going. I don’t want this to end yet. Is…is that okay?”

Craftsmate popped the gag back in and turned me back around.

Craftsmate claims The Prodigy says she’d getaway drive,

provided I wear a seatbelt.