Sweetheart heard that girl down the block played kind of rough.
But Daddy said it was just rude to turn down an invitation.
blindfold
Craftsmate and I were in the middle of messing around when I heard the door to the common room open. It was around lunchtime and I figured my roommate, Sunshine, would be having lunch somewhere.
This was, apparently, not the case.
“Ivy?” She called toward my room, “you home?”
I was blindfolded and gagged and bent over the end of my bed. I managed to wriggle my hand out of the scarf that bound my arms behind my back and yanked the ballgag out of my mouth in a mess of drool.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Just hanging out in my room with Craftsmate.”
“Oh,” she replied, apparently oblivious to what was going on. “Hi, Craftsmate.”
“Hi, Sunshine,” Craftsmate called back, trying not to laugh. He shoved the ballgag back into my mouth and retied my wrists, leaning down and whispering, “better keep quiet, then.”
Outside of my door, I heard Sunshine take out her phone and call up for a taxi. Inside my room, Craftsmate reached around and clipped a clothespin onto my clit. I bit down hard on the strap of the gag as I heard Sunshine list off her address and her name.
“No, no, it’s Sunshine,” she clarified, “S…U…N…”
Craftsmate pinched my nipples hard and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold.
“No, S. S. S…U…”
I managed to keep it together until she left. After telling me that I had been good, Craftsmate left me seated on the floor, wrists tied tightly (but not so tight that I couldn’t get myself out), his cum dripping down my back.
So, Craftsmate, that guy from my frat and I decided to spend yesterday afternoon doing arts and crafts.
Except, it was the sort of arts and crafts that Craftsmate earned his nickname for in the first place.
Essentially, that guy from my frat has been asking him to teach him how to make a flogger. And, with the snow, we figured it would be a fun thing to do inside after what I still consider to be a pretty unfair snowball fight.
While they worked on floggers, I set to finishing a blindfold Craftsmate had started on but had not gotten around to finishing. It looked like the one pictured, with individual padded circles and a strap running through them and around the wearer’s head.
After we had finished, that guy from my frat went to return his floggers to his dorm and said he would text us in an hour about potentially grabbing some dinner.
One he had left, I held the blindfold out to Craftsmate and told him that I wanted to try it on. With it buckled to the tightest rung, I couldn’t see a thing. Most blindfolds allowed some trickle of light to come in by the nose, but this one literally left me in darkness by virtue of its design.
Rendered blind, I suddenly felt indescribably helpless as Craftsmate reached out to stroke my cheek and push me down onto my knees in front of him.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
I nodded, “yeah. I feel kind of helpless.”
“You do?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yeah, well, I can’t see a thing,” I answered before gingerly adding, “would you cuff my hands? Just for a minute?”
The cuffs went on fairly quickly and he looped his finger into the chain, jerking me forward and launching into an inspection right there. I nearly died when he pried my mouth open and started checking my teeth, moving his thumbs over my molars methodically.
He stopped when he heard my phone buzz. “You should text [that guy from my frat] back.”
What had felt like two minutes under the blindfold had somehow been an hour. I guess time moves a little differently in complete darkness. Go figure.
Today, Pretty successfully managed to do a little breathplay with Craftsmate.
Ad even if it was only for two seconds and then the dynamic just sort of stopped, I did it with just one of my little hands.
Winningggg.
Heart says this shouts my name. I dig.
Especially since, funny enough, I’m in the middle of going through clothing and separating out what I’m keeping, what can be donated and what’s in the sort of state that I can throw it on to have a partner cut it off me.
You’re clearly on my wavelength right now, Heart.
Snip!
Lori Adorable
Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.
So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever.
I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.
And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.
Penthouse and I tried puppy play.
The encounter was brief and it made me blush like no other.
My hands were taped up, my legs were folded double as to force me to hobble around on my knees, I was leashed and collared.
I haven’t had a lot of experience with the act and I’ve always been a little ashamed to admit that I like it.
But I really, really liked it.
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Three
Before Popcorn came over, Penthouse treated me to a little sensory deprivation. Because, yes, that sort of thing is a treat to me. I’m a funny girl like that.
He secured the blindfold over my eyes, tied me down to the bed, and popped the headphones into my ears. He had recorded something rather filthy and entirely too blushy for me to go into too much detail about. But it was really hot, let me assure you.
At one point, he turned the recording off and called up Craftsmate to thank him for the blindfold and the ballgag he had made. I blushed deeply as he did, his hand trailing up my thigh as he implied over the phone that I wasn’t really in any condition to talk.
Shortly after he let me out, Popcorn confirmed that she was headed over. Honestly, the deprivation had put me in about the right headspace. I was incredibly calm and quite ready to submit.
Not to mention very, very worked up.
Chained, Part Eight
Once I had reached my limit of being flogged, caned and spanked, Penthouse brought me down onto my knees on the floor in front of them. “Do you want some time alone with her?” He asked as Popcorn sat down on the floor across from me.
“Yeah,” she said. “Would you mind?"
"Not at all,” he replied, “you okay with that, Ivy?” He looked to me and I nodded, a blush rising in my cheeks. I had not been dominated by a woman in quite a while and the idea of being alone with her was equally exciting and scary. I barely knew this girl, but I thought well of her and was glad I had met her on a vanilla level first. That, at least, made things a little less strange and feel a little safer.
Penthouse left the room and Popcorn picked my blindfold up from the table, buckling it over my eyes. She wiped some drool from the corner of my gag with her thumb and I blushed even deeper.
“Do you like playing with girls?” She asked as she eased the front of my nightgown down, exposing my breasts.
“Mmhmmm,” I replied around the ballgag, nodding.
She pulled a bit lower and I knew she could see the vague traces of the ‘whore’ that had been traced into my stomach. I heard her chuckle and turned my head away, somewhat ashamed, until her fingers clamped down on my left nipple. Her free hand rose to my right shoulder as if to will me to face her, even if I could not see her.
There was a moment where I could feel myself shaking against her and realized that she was shaking, too. Her hand was trembling against my already trembling shoulder. The idea that we were both a little nervous, I don’t know. There was something kind of beautiful and sort of intimate about it.
She played with my nipples for a bit before I heard her take out her phone. A few minutes later, Penthouse came back in and asked if she had enjoyed herself.
“Oh, definitely,” she replied, “I’m just not sure what to do with her nipples.”
“Oh,” Penthouse answered and I could hear him crossing the room. “Here, let me show you something fun.”