Me: Oh one second. Craftsmate just texted me.
Text: I’m gonna make you into a proper piss drinking fucktoy who enjoys doing depraved things for the approval of your superiors.
My Father: Oh, what did he say?
Me: …Merry Christmas.
craftsmate
Us, basically, two years ago.
Happy two years, love.
It’s great to have someone I can be 800% dork with.
The venue where the play party was supposed to be last night fell through, and Sir and I got the notification that the party was cancelled halfway through getting dressed.
This was kind of a blessing. I had never met this partner before and I was a bit nervous about being thrown into a situation where we’d be semi-naked and surrounded by people fucking a little bit after meeting. I suggested we all just have a nice evening here, and we did.
Oh, and Sir and I totally co-dommed her. So that’s a story I need to tell once I have you all caught up.
ph. Highcastle
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Sir, one of his partners and I are going to a play party later tonight. My outfit is 98% fringe and not much else. It’s gonna be awesome.
It’s the first time I’m meeting this partner and I’m a little nervous but also a little excited.
To everyone who sent me kind words – thank you. I had a lovely evening with Sir and ourlexielove who is 500% adorable and lovely .
A close childhood friend passed away yesterday in a rather bizarre, sudden and upsetting accident. I was really torn up about the whole thing. So, thank you for your kindness, everybody. I’m dealing with it by surrounding myself with good things and good people, and so far it’s working.
On a lighter note: take a look at the slice I drunkenly put away last night. I wish I could describe to you what a perfect end to the evening that slice of pizza was.
It’s a typical evening where Sir’s trying to work from home and I’m buzzing around him and acting all little and bratty, like, “or you could just give me attention.”
I get to see him in a few hours. I can’t wait. I can barely wait.
Poly problems.
In my defense, I was asking which sex toys he wanted me to pack.
Somebody’s spoiled.
Counting down till Sunday, when we’ll hopefully do a lot of this stuff.