Fucking my babyslut in her nightgown.
Blush.
blush
He’s taunting me about bringing a few surprises when he arrives later today. You all should know there is nothing I hate more ardently than surprises. I don’t like being out of the loop. I don’t like feeling like something is coming and not being sure how I will react to it. Bleh. No.
I was pouting and insisting he tell me when he replied, “some things are for you to wonder and for me to know.”
Unf.
So, I discovered yesterday that I enjoy figging.
Sir and I were skyping and I wanted to do something exciting and special for him. I hesitated at first, because I usually hate pain play, but I had the ginger root and I couldn’t hide the fact that I was a little curious. With clothespins on my nipples, I carefully exposed a little bit of the ginger and let him direct me.
He had me rub it onto my labia first. I was disappointed when the sting came on only mildly, but suddenly the burning swung into full effect. I felt like I was glowing. I usually hate pain, but this was absolutely amazing. I really, really liked it.
He directed me to rub it all over the hood of my clitoris before pushing the hood back and getting some on my clit. After a little experimenting, I discovered I really enjoyed carving out a little groove into the ginger with my nail and situating the groove over my clit. That was totally intense and really awesome.
I went off to my evening plans with my pussy still soaked and tingling, considering that maybe I’d found my favorite pain.
Halfway There, Part Eight
Flint checked on me a couple of times before leaving the girls to finish up dinner in the kitchen. He took a seat on the couch, propping his feet up on my back. I adjusted myself as he used me as a footrest to watch television, making sure I wasn’t buckling too much under the pressure at the small of my back.
“Lida,” he said, “come here.”
I heard her walk out of the kitchen and over to me. He must have been motioning to her or have mouthed something, because I heard her say, “in front of her? Are you sure?”
“Your mouth first,” Flint replied.
Lida stepped over me and moved onto the couch. I blushed and buried my face into the carpet when I realized she was sucking Flint off, my cheeks burning even harder when I heard her moans as she climbed onto him and started riding him. Flint pressed one of his feet into my back, using my body as leverage as he thrusted back up into her. I couldn’t see them from my position, but the fact that they were essentially using me as a fulcrum for sex was – and I’m embarrassed to admit – maybe my favorite part of the night.
Eventually, he sent Lida back into the kitchen to finish the food and bent down to check on me.
“Was that okay?” He asked.
I nodded and he reached down between my legs. The second his fingers made contact, he started laughing. “Are you serious?” He shoved a few fingers inside of me and I moaned against the tape over my mouth. “That…that got you this fucking wet? Lida, she’s soaking wet.” He wiped his fingers on my face and grinned. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” With that, he rose to his feet and moved back into the kitchen.
Blushing, I squirmed a bit in my bonds. The smell of my wetness on my face was basically inescapable. I hated admitting that I was into this sort of thing – it took me forever to admit to Sir – and now I’d just silently confessed it to Flint and Lida.
I’m very happy with girl’s progress over the past few months. She has taken ownership of her training to be a good little fucktoy, becoming more brave and slutty, overcoming shame, embracing her darker desires and the need to serve. And everyone knows nothing reinforces good behavior better than well-deserved praise.
I only wish that it were all while you were right here with me, Sir.
So, to cap off the day of blushy stories and fantasies and answering questions is probably the blushiest story of all so bear with me on this one.
I hung out with Flint yesterday, and he was teasing my pussy while we were on my bed. He’d laid out a towel and I was bucking a little against his hand when he asked, “so, have you ever squirted?" He hooked his fingers up into my pussy, starting on my g-spot for a moment before shifting deeper.
"Yeah,” I replied. “Once, the first time somebody went down on me. My pussy was just kind of like…wow…”
He applied pressure to my pubis, kneading his fist against my skin. I felt something inside me well up. It was familiar, but there was a foreignness to it without an orgasm accompanying it. It felt almost mechanical, like something was being wrenched out of me.
“…but, that was it.” I finished, somehow in denial of what was going on below my waist.
Flint drew his fingers out of my pussy, flicking it into my face.
“Did I just…” My eyes widened.
He was grinning. “You want to do it again?”
Puff lightly and carry a big stick.
I absolutely hate it when he’ll have a cigar with his friends. It’s super, super rare, thankfully, but it’s still really disgusting to me. I can’t even watch him do it. I associate cigars with old, rotund colonialists with chubby fingers covered in ostentatious rings. And that’s not him at all.
So, naturally, of course, I end up fantasizing about him using my mouth as an ashtray sometimes. Right in front of his friends, knowing how disgusted I am but not caring. Because I guess I’m into degradation a lot more than I would like to admit.
Also, I absolutely kink on 1950s misogynist advertising. Oops.
This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
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.