Now with just a hint of sea salt.
breasts
I want to be told to crawl to her, with no assurance of when I’ll be returned.
Caledonian Antisyzgy.
So, I got what isn’t on-paper a job offer but is essentially a job offer.
Doing something wonderful and challenging.
With a starting salary that is unexpectedly good for somebody with my degree and academic interests. (Which isn’t, like, what is persuading me to go.)
In the coming weeks, I’ve been invited to check the place out, meet some potential coworkers and see if this is right for me.
After feeling really anxious about my future for the past few weeks, I’m going to go have a slice of pizza and just revel in this.
“Now, look at the camera and smile, Sweetheart.”
-Sir
Look at me. I want you to look into my eyes and tell me how proud it makes you to suffer for me. I want you to tell me that it makes your slutty little pussy wet.
(Also, Team Yellow Clothespin, woot woot)
It’s so hard for me to admit I like it or I want it. I so often hide behind some struggling victim persona to avoid having to confront the shame of actually enjoying it. But I’d like to become brave enough to stand behind all of my desires, even the most depraved, and this might just be the way to do it.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Still waiting on my orgy.
Happy Birthday to meeeeeee.
(Juss kiddin’. I don’t need an orgy to make me a happy birthday girl.)
(But it wouldn’t hurt.)
“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” – Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star.
no need to be nervous. you’re in half-bloom. take my warmth. let it wash over you and shed the last of your fears.
Growth can take so much courage.
And yet, sometimes, there’s an eagerness in my reticence.
They’re always so smug before you turn on the cold water.
Chained, Part Four
Popcorn reached down and petted my hair, making me blush even more. She tried to ask me questions, things I can’t really remember, and I just kept stammering out anxious answers.
Reading how I was feeling, Penthouse picked up my ballgag and walked over to me. “You want your gag?"
I nodded eagerly, opening my mouth. I wanted to be on the leash, I liked what was going on, but I was a little overwhelmed. Without having to worry about talking, some of the pressure was off and I could just enjoy myself.
He knelt down and pushed the ball between my teeth before buckling tightly behind my head. I felt myself exhale hard, the anxiety leaving my body. Having the necessity of speech taken, I could focus a little harder, even if I already felt like I was floating.
Reaching for the Taboo buzzer, he placed it in my right hand and made me give it a test squeeze. "What are you going to do if it gets too much?” he asked, nurturing to a point that it was hot. I blushed and squeezed the buzzer. He smiled and patted my head. “Good girl.”
“So,” Penthouse said as he got to his feet, “what should we do with her?”
12*Sep24…✈…★roses★