Yesterday, I had difficult, vulnerable talks with both of the dudes in my life about all the crazy stuff like expectations and whatnot. Those of you who know me know that I am terrified of communication and vulnerability, so I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to do this. But, both of these talks turned out really, really positively, and I was clear about what I wanted and needed, and I felt much closer to both of them as a result. So, go me for doing the scary thing. Twice.
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Because he likes brave girls best of all.
Because somebody’s got an affinity for kept girls.
Happy Birthday, Sir.
As a terrible substitute for being able to be there in person with him (but soon!), I’ll be posting stuff he likes all day.
Leftovers, Part Seven
Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.
By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.
He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.
That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.
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.
You’re fucking disgusting and everyone knows it.
Something super super brave and blushy happened last night and I need to double my efforts to catch you up on everything from September to now because holy crap.
Leftovers, Part Five
I didn’t think I would be able to do it, knowing everyone was watching like that. But, I did. I probably would not have been able to without the blindfold on, being a little shy, but I ended up cumming in front of a room that was mostly strangers. Sir kept murmuring in my ear how I was the only one like this, how I was a slut for needing this in the middle of a nice little get-together.
I slumped against him when I had finished and someone gave off another “aww.” Sir had me say thank you to the first guy, and I did so with a little bashfulness, grateful the blindfold was still on. He clicked the vibrator back on, but I pouted that I was sensitive, and he turned it off.
Sir held me for a little bit, someone commenting that it was so sweet that I was still blindfolded. Eventually, he took the blindfold off and he had me go remove the bullet. I made a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with just about everyone while doing so.
Leftovers, Part Four
Sir had me sit back down on the couch. He was fiddling with the remote to the bullet vibrator a little bit, and I was having trouble looking at anyone with the remote out like that, even if the vibrator was turned off. “Nervous?” Sir asked and I nodded. He stroked my hair. “Do you want your blindfold?”
I nodded again and he tied it over my eyes, aligning the two circles so no light could get in. I felt Star reach over and rub my shoulders. Over from the other side of the room, I heard someone ask Sir what he was holding. “Oh,” he answered. “It’s for the bullet in her cunt.” I felt my cheeks burning. “It’s new and so I just want to play with it all the time now, like a kid with a new toy.”
He switched it on and I buried my face in his chest, still embarrassed even though I was blindfolded. I tried not to moan but I did, even more so as he took me through the different speeds. When he finally brought it down to a low setting again, I straightened up and figured I could get through it if he just left it like this.
“Do you want to try it, then?” Sir asked someone. He lowered my hands to his shoulders. “Ivy,” he explained to me who he was talking to. It was a guy I’d never met before but thought seemed pretty nice and rather attractive. “Are you all right with me letting him have the remote a little while?”
Someone let out an “awww” when I nodded, because I guess I blushed, and I buried my face in his chest again.
The first guy was rather mean with it. He’d take me up pretty close and then cut it off abruptly. He figured out rather quickly which speeds really got me and which just made me frustrated, and tried to get me to have conversation while he alternated between building an orgasm and making me frustrated. With my consent, the remote ended up getting passed around, and I would have to guess who was holding it. By the tone of his voice, Sir seemed to be having a great time.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked after a few rounds of this, and I asked for some water.
The vibrator was off at this moment, and I had the glass poised at my lips when I heard the first guy, who now had the remote again, say: “Somebody needs to take this from me. This isn’t going to end well.” Everyone laughed.
Once I was finished taking a sip of water, Star was holding me and raking her long nails gently down my back and shoulder while Sir played with my hair and the first guy, who’d gotten the vibrator back, was busy getting me really, really close.
“I need to cum,” I finally choked out.
I felt Sir’s fingers dig into my hair, “you want to cum right now?” I nodded frantically. “In front of all these people? On somebody else’s couch? Right in front of everyone? Is that so?”
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.