Sir and I just watched that episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race with Ariana Grande together, and then right after he beat me and fucked me.
In other news, I guess the daily photo is back? I’ll work on making up for the ones I missed, I promise.
bondage
Sir’s having me demo bottom for a workshop he’s doing in a month, but he won’t tell me what the class is on or what I’ll be doing. The anticipation is killing me, and it’s still a month away.
Reason number whatever that I need some little friends.
Sir says he’s got a cage waiting for me at his place when I come visit.
Leftovers, Part Six
Leaving the get-together we were at (even though I was blushingly barely able to make eye contact with anyone after they’d watched me orgasm) was a mistake, but hindsight is 20/20. We wanted to check out a party at a dungeon, but when we arrived we were pretty disappointed. While the venue was fairly nice, the vibe was pretty awful.
People were mostly keeping to themselves and tended to just be sort of awkwardly watching as opposed to mingling. Sir tried spanking me over a bench, but both of us were kind of off our game from the environment. So, I asked him if he wanted to put me back in the harness he learned earlier. We might as well give something else a try before giving up on the evening and our lost entry fees.
Together, we talked through the steps as he tied me up. It felt sweet and intimate: him arranging the rope on my body, me reminding him of some of the smaller moves and praising him for somehow memorizing this thing so quickly. When he had the harness tied and my head pulled back by the rope in my hair and the crotchrope pulled tight, he pushed me over to the mirrors on the wall so I could get a good look at myself.
I had to admit, I liked what I saw.
Sir turned me back around, set to slapping my face and breasts for a little bit, and then led me through the venue by the shoulder.
I want to try this.
The thing is that I really, really hate bondage/situations that make me look or feel gross. I just get all self-conscious about it. But something about how invasive this is, its totality, really gets to me.
(hng) the glint of the knife is what got to me first, and then the gloves, and then the way she’s just lolling back in her chair, helpless.
I’ll, uh, be over here. (hng.)
Oh my god what is this FROM.
Pining for this kind of road trip.
Leftovers, Part Three
Sitting down on the couch proved all the more difficult. The crotch rope pulled harder and my head was yanked back even further. I felt incredibly silly, and the only saving grace of the whole thing was the fact that it kept me from making eye contact with most of the people there.
Sir and Star were flanking me on the couch, which felt somehow a little bit protective and yet a little bit condescending with the way they were talking over me. Every so often, one of them would reach over to smooth my hair or check in with me. Sometimes, Sir would give the rope running down my back a little tug. I was too nervous to really participate in much of anything conversation-wise.
Eventually, Sir let me out so that I could use the bathroom, but sent me off there with one of his new purchases. It was a remote-control vibrator, and because it was a brand-new toy, Sir was obsessed with it like a kid in the days after Christmas. He kept making me wear it around his place, and figured that this party was an even better opportunity to give it a go.
Despite how humiliating it was, I consented and ducked into the bathroom to slip the bullet inside of myself.