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I’m still attached to how simple and cute a tape gag can be, even if it’s extremely ineffective.

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I like the idea of being expected to comport myself a certain way for company.

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I need a nice afternoon of relaxing on the couch, that’s all.

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The Party Sub, Part Four

While I was busy watching a girl getting a pretty thorough flogging on her back and ass, Sir had gotten my wrists cuffed behind my back and was still talking to the girl beside him. In the process of cuffing me, he had revealed that he had not only made the handcuffs, but that he had a whole arsenal of things that he had brought along that were homemade.

He set to showing off his floggers and crops, explaining what was what and how he’d gone about each. The girl was being really nice and super respectful, so I got brave and consented when she asked for a demonstration. However, I requested that we go to another room. 

Smirking, Sir grabbed a handful of my hair and walked me along that way through the party. I tried to act as casual as I could about this, but it was really pulling at my submissive thread and I felt myself starting to unravel. By the time we found a basically empty room and Sir had bent me over in front of a futon, the combination of the fact that I was going to be used as a demonstration with the cuffs and the way he had hauled my along by the hair, leaving me to make awkward eye contact with a few other guests, I was feeling fairly pliant.

He started with the flogger and, with this girl watching, I felt tempted to take more than I usually would. I wanted to make Sir proud and I was sure I stayed bent over, breathing deeply through my nose to keep myself centered.

“Could I try?” she asked and Sir turned to me.

I nodded and I felt her hand rest on my hip, tentatively. She swung the flogger and hit me squarely across my left asscheek. Looking to Sir for some sort of approval, I watched him grin as he stated that I really should be thanking her.

“Thank you,” I gasped out. It was kind of clear that the girl had significantly more chemistry with Sir, which made the whole thing a little awkward, but she was super sweet when she finished and thanked me for being such a good girl for her.

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The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Six

He had me get down on my knees and suck him off while he had his drink. Every so often, he’d pull me all the way down on his cock and make me stay there, gagging. I was proud of myself for taking it and letting him choke me on his cock. Confessedly, I like that feeling a lot.

After a little bit, Sir removed Mr. Purple from my pussy and slid the beads out of my ass. He showed me how sopping wet Mr. Purple was and had me lick it clean before setting both toys aside.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said as he bent me over the couch so that I was on my hands and knees. My cheek rested against the back and my feet hung off of the cushion. “Such a good girl you’re being.”

He curled his hand into my hair and fucked me hard. I was so eager I thrusted back against him, and he teased me for how blatant and needy I was being. But, he let me cum and finished on my back, rubbing it in.

“Now go get yourself cleaned up and ready,” Sir said, pulling me up to my feet. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.” A check in the mirror confirmed that my mascara had run down my cheeks and my hair was a complete mess.

I hadn’t planned on sharing what I was getting ready for. But Sir asked me to be a very brave girl and write about it, so you all will see soon. It’s gonna be really, really blushy.

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It started on his couch.

When we were just play partners and nobody knew, we’d be hanging out with friends and he and I would gravitate to the couch. He’d reach over and tickle my feet or pinch me – both of which drove me absolutely crazy.

We spent nights up far too late on that couch talking – one excruciatingly late in particular – and I realized I’d befriended a really special person. I had no idea how important he’d become to me, how much I’d come to care for him, how I would just be so stupidly fond of him.

It’s been a wonderful year and I’m a huge cheeseball and whatever.

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“I’m yours – you know it,” F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.

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He could’ve sworn she’d planned to be a good girl that day.

But, silly Daddy, things don’t always go according to plan.