Fucking my babyslut in her nightgown.
Blush.
blushy
“It’s okay to be curious, pumpkin, but daddy doesn’t think you should be looking at sites like these by yourself. You’re just too little.”
“Sorry, daddy,” she said bashfully, embarrassed that she’d been caught looking at such naughty things when he wasn’t looking.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s not mad. In fact,” he cooed, beckoning to her with a pat on his legs, “why don’t you come sit in daddy’s lap and show me what your favorites are?”
She blushed a pretty pink as she stood fidgeting to the side, looking torn between wanting to keep looking at the naughty pictures and running to hide under the bed.
“It’s alright, pumpkin. Daddy won’t bite,” he encouraged with a wink.
She smiled just a bit as she finally walked over and settled herself into his lap, feeling immediately that there was something hard in daddy’s lap that she’d never quite noticed before.
“That’s my girl. Now,” daddy said as he rested his hand high up on her thigh, “tell daddy why you liked this picture so much…”
I’m in this kind of a mood tonight.
Sweetheart got brave and invited a little friend over for some fun,
but the second the door swung open, she got a little bashful.
He calls me his Queen of Coney Island.
So, I got a little brave and sent this picture from the other day to a pretty girl.
And I’m coping with my exhibitionist rush by posting it here too before I come down from it and blush and hide for days.
So, I decided to finally share something that’s kind of super blushy but I’ve been holding out on talking about.
I went over to Craftsmate’s one day after he said he wanted to show me something. When we reached his bedroom, he pulled out this mess of straps and told me to open my mouth. I was shocked and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I complied.
He pushed the ring behind my teeth, lining it up so my mouth was forced open. I had never worn a ring gag before and I simultaneously enjoyed and dreaded how receptive it made me feel. With a smile, Craftsmate set to tightening the straps around my head, under my chin, alongside my nose, shifting and undoing them every so often to make the fit tighter.
When he had finished, he grinned and pressed his thumbs to the straps along the side of my nose, holding my face still. “You look so pretty like this,” he said, before shoving two fingers into my mouth and probing around. I could do just about nothing to prevent him from doing so aside from attempting to shove him away.
After he had withdrawn his fingers, his hand settled on my chin and he tilted my head slightly. I groaned, feeling drool start to form around the sides of the gag. Without warning, Craftsmate spat into my open mouth and, without any other options, I accepted it.
A Blushy Submission in my Inbox: Dearest Mr. Craftsmate, and Ivy
StandardMr. Craftsmate,
I’m sorry to hear that you’re having such difficulty house-breaking little Ivy. I’ve never had a new pet myself, but I understand that this is likely a very trying situation for you, especially since she’s at an age where she should have been properly trained some time ago. Hang in there though, persevere, and I’m sure you’ll have a pet to be proud of in little time.
Fortunately, in this internet age, there is a wealth of training advice available. For example, I found this schedule that may help you organize Ivy’s day so that she can most easily adapt to her new routine. I’m sure she will enjoy having so much free time.
Otherwise, if she continues to be a difficult learner (puppies are like people, in that some of them are slow to adapt, or perhaps are entirely affable, but just not that bright) you might consider one of these things:
Apparently they can be dangerous if worn around the neck, but I would bet that a creative mind such as yours could devise some means of securing it around one of her hind legs, and keeping it from sliding down. This could aid in consistency of training as you would be able to correct unacceptable behaviour just about anywhere.
Finally, it may be worth purchasing a supply of these:
as even the best trained pets sometimes have accidents when they get too excited in a new environment. I’m sure Ivy will appreciate the gesture, as not only will they protect her from the shame of making a mess in Mr. Penthouse’s living room, her bare bum will have at least a little cushion on the hard floor.
Wishing you patience in this difficult task. Please do us the courtesy of frequent updates, as I know there are many of who would be all too happy to offer congratulatory words as Ivy reaches new milestones in her training. Good Luck!
Blush city.