It’s only going through these photos that I notice the degree of attention Sir pays to certain parts of me. And it’s beautiful and strange to kind of see myself the way he sees me.
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That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Eight
“I saw you flash your tights at him,” Sir teased when I was putting my coat on to leave.
I smirked. “Stockings. Not tights.”
Pup was on his way out, too, and we figured we’d all walk together since he’s just about a block away from me (yeah, seriously). I’d brought a change of shoes because I didn’t think I wanted to walk home in my heels, but just ended up essentially throwing my shoes at Sir, claiming I could walk in the heels just fine.
The party was a little bit outside of the area of the city where Pup and I live, so we had a tiny trek ahead of us on a few residential roads that were more or less empty. I was being a little brat as we made our way away from my friend’s place, and I tossed my purse at Sir as well. “Now carry this, too,” I said, sticking out my tongue.
I was still walking when I felt Pup’s hand come up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair. We’d all had a little bit to drink, but none of us were “impaired.” But, the surprise of him seizing me by the hair made me trip a bit, especially combined with the fact that he hadn’t stopped walking. I ended up stumbling along beside him as he said, “you’re being a little brat.”
I grinned and glanced over at Sir, trying to gauge if he was all right with what was going down. I was met with a grin and winked before Pup shook me forward.
“You’re being a brat.” Pup tilted my head to exaggerate my glance at Sir. “Say you’re sorry.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m sorry.”
“Say thank you, he’s been so nice to you.”
My legs felt a little weak. I hadn’t been co-dommed by two men since the threesome with SG that Sir and I had back in January, and I was nervous and unsure but massively turned on. “Thank you.”
“That’s a good girl,” Sir replied. I giggled and tried to twist away from Pup, but Sir grabbed my wrist. I walked between the two of them like that until we started to see people.
Sir and I ended up going home alone that night, and probably for the best. It would’ve been a weird way to open things back up with Pup. But the next morning I woke up thinking that maybe things were back open.
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
But actually the only bruising Sir could get on Old Ironsides were those two little dots you can see from the tips of his flogger, as well as the faintest lines ever.
So he found a “better” use for the riding crop.
“Better” is of course subjective.
Hi I am a stomach-sleeper by nature and literally both Sir and Pup have both essentially had to spend the past couple of nights holding me in position with various limbs so I sleep on my back.
Tonight I’m sleeping alone and I think I’ve mastered falling asleep on my back but groan.
Gah nipples you’re so cute but like let’s fast forward a few months so you can just heal I wanna lie on my belly please.
I’m leaving Sir’s place tonight after being here for about three weeks.
It wasn’t totally easy. There were wonderful days and there were days when I found myself sitting there wondering what the hell was happening to us. But mostly there were the times I would look over at him and just be so grateful to be here with him.
A lot of the unpleasantness hinged on something he’s mentioned on his blog but I’ve struggled to write about here. Sir got an amazing opportunity and is leaving the country for a long while. I am so proud of him and I want him to do this, but it is obviously going to be very difficult on our relationship. It makes a lot of stuff uncertain. And as someone with anxiety, I can’t do uncertainty. So a lot of this visit has involved the tough conversations we’ve both been putting off.
This is the last day I’ll see him before he goes abroad in about three weeks. I’ll probably be kind of a mess for a little while, so please be patient with me.
But I want to end this post by saying that one thing we always returned to is that there’s something special and important and undeniable between us. That’s what makes this whole thing so hard. But it’s also what makes it so rewarding when it works out.
I know, if we make it through this, we will never take each other’s presence for granted.
Because I’ve got an app now that lets me watermark photos so I don’t even need to put them on my computer.
And because I promise I’m not letting my crazy ruin an amazing evening.
And because this might be my favorite (dirty) photo of us.
Sir and I are somewhere special. It’s his anniversary gift to me and it’s amazing.
He was trying to take pictures of me showering and be sexy. When I saw them, I proceeded to freak out because I can’t win.
I haven’t worked out very much since I’ve been visiting him which has made me a little nuts. This was the only photo I was basically remotely okay with and it sucks that I can’t just relax and enjoy myself here and have a fun, sexy time with him.
Fuck.
Tonight I’m going to a sexy, fun crazy party with Sir and one of his partners. Star’s also going to be there and is probably/definitely going to tie me up.
Happy New Year, tumblr. Have an amazing time tonight and stay safe!
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