Sometimes, I don’t even know where the line is anymore.
blush
Somebody bought a really blushy, really invasive, really drooly kind of gag for me.
We’re trying it out during my visit.
At a party. Eek.
But actually.
Thanksgiving with Sir.
Now, please.
Me, in the middle of dirty talk: Well, there can’t be any other girls, because women are a commodity in this situation.
Sir: You just want all the attention.
Me: No! It’s just…
Sir: You just want all the boys fucking you.
Me: No! Shush!
Sir: I caught you. You just want all the dick.
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 have this fantasy a lot.
He takes a pretty girl out on a nice date and makes me wait at home. I’m allowed to touch myself when I’m home alone, but I’m not allowed to cum.
He tells me to expect them back at a certain time, but they come back about two hours late, laughing and enjoying each other. She pauses a bit when she sees me sitting on the stairs, but he just eases her down to her knees and tells her not to give me a second thought.
At first, she’s hesitant. But eventually her ego inflates, watching me sit there and squirm, and by the time they’re heading up the stairs, she yanks my hair and drags me along behind her. Or just kicks me over with her heel. Or just gives me a snide look.
I put his condom on him so he can fuck her. I get her wet for him. I sit on the side and whine and pout while he uses her the way I like to be. When he’s finished, I clean her off with my tongue. And then I’m sent to the corner to curl up and try to sleep while the two of them share the bed and laugh about how pathetic I am.
I don’t know, tumblr. I guess I’m a little messed up.
I like feeling pretty and delicate and utterly corruptible.
Sir has one of those jobs where he isn’t allowed to talk about the specific stuff he does, even with me. Which, you know, might be the sexiest thing ever.
Femme Daddies forever.