We’ve been getting deeper into our dynamic lately. I’ve tried to write about it a little here, but I haven’t been able to find a way to express the specific encounters. So, for now, it’s just abstractions and the fact that I want to be brave and I want to grow in this.
dynamic
Full Service, Part One
Submitting out of the bedroom didn’t begin on the strongest note: I was late to meet Craftsmate’s train. However, he was understanding and we greeted each other warmly.
Gently, he took hold of my face and asked me if I knew what to call him today.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly and he grinned, pushing my hair from my face before reaching for my hand.
I was careful to walk a step behind him as we continued down the street. It was a gesture that he had expressed to me in the past was something he enjoyed. When he informed me that he had noticed, I was surprised at how proud I felt.
He waited until we were in relative privacy to check the second stipulation of how I was going to greet him today: that I would be plugged. Once he was sure the street was empty, he stopped me firmly before reaching down and pushing firmly against the handle of the plug through my jeans. With a smile, he took a moment to grope my ass before motioning for me to continue walking.
Usually, I tend to take charge when we’re going around my town. It’s my stomping ground, after all. And so it was an interesting exercise to allow him to lead, to gently prod him along by saying “it’s that way, Sir” without merely taking charge and directing him myself.
While we were on the way to get something to eat, we were walking in the street next to a narrow stretch of curb about a foot wide. Without saying anything, he took hold of my shoulders and gently guided me over to walk up on the curb and out of the road. There was something so possessive and sweet about it.
At lunch, I poured out his soy sauce for him when I saw the sushi was about to arrive at our table, making sure to serve him before myself. We’re usually pretty “to each his/her own” about this sort of stuff, so I found I had to make a conscious effort to remember to be of service to him.
And, believe it or not, I kind of liked it.
Craftsmate is coming to visit today.
We made a little arrangement that after I’ve kissed him “hello,” we’re going to try to have the dynamic going full-on today. Taking our dynamic out of the bedroom is something we’ve discussed wanting to do and so we’re giving it a try for the day.
I’m a little nervous, but pretty excited. Wish me luck!
It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.
We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.
He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.
Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.
“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.
He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.
GUYS YOU GUYS WHAT IS THIS FROM IS IT A MOVIE CAN I RENT IT HELP ME OH MY GOD
I believe this is from The Wolf Of Wall Street, which comes out in November. And I was already planning to see it, but now, well…cough.
Literally got so uncomfortable seeing this preview because I was worried someone would see me blushing like crazy.
Baby, this is that scene I told you about from that preview. Noooow do you want to come see it with me? Look, it’s got foot stuff and business casual and everything.
Sometimes I get too worked up and noisy and spacey.
And Craftsmate will have to lean down and shush me and murmur something like “easy, girl.”
It’s just about the Daddy-est he gets and it’s good enough for me.
The job listing did ask for strong, take-charge personalities.
So, ah, if anybody could point me in the direction of where this is from, that would be great.
Because, um, I wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching it.
You know, for research purposes.
I mean, yeah.
We’re also in a vanilla relationship and typically keep that dynamic going when we’re not in the bedroom.
So, he’s not going to lean over and be like, “are you enjoying those quesadillas, my little cumdumpster?”
A while ago, Craftsmate and I were in bed together, spooning, when the topic of the whole Daddy/little dynamic came up. He’s not into it at all. While he respects the fact that I like it, he just doesn’t understand it.
“I spoke to Penthouse about it,” he said, “and he said it kind of added a dimension of guidance to the normal dynamic. Like a protection thing. And it makes me think that you feel like I can’t protect you.”
I felt my stomach turn over. It’s not like that at all, it’s a classic case of the way we sometimes interpret things in wildly different ways. We joke that we’re the same Myers-Briggs type, but there are some moments where we don’t connect and some signals get crossed.
And while Craftsmate told me the other day that he is completely at peace with the whole thing now and is totally fine with it, it still stings that he thought I felt that way.