Funny, how voyeurism and exhibitionism aren’t really mutually exclusive at all.
exhibitionism
Exposure.
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.
Back to School, Part Two
Flint and I were hanging around on the couch while I was recovering from having my ass whacked with a wooden spoon and having half a party of mostly strangers see my ass and pussy. Lida came over and was being adorable, but totally forgot to say “please” when she asked for something even after I’d taught her. So, I asked Flint if I could give her a spanking and he said it would be fine.
Lida laid across my lap and I flipped her skirt up. Underneath, she was wearing a cute little pair of panties, and I noticed that her stockings were being held up by a garter belt. I didn’t know what kind of schoolgirl wore garters, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I set to spanking her, alternating between sharp hits and lighter swats. She squirmed and whined under my hand while I chastised her about being so impolite. A small group of people had gathered to watch, probably amused by one small lady dressed like a schoolgirl beating down on another small lady dressed like a schoolgirl.
Looping my fingers under her garters, I pulled them up and let them snap against her thighs. She leapt against my legs, squealing, and a few of the people watching chuckled. Shooting them a smirk, I slipped my fingers under the garters once more and snapped them.
I’m still so awkward about the whole domming people thing, and I honestly felt I needed aftercare after I’d done it because I felt so bad for making her hurt so much. Her ass and thighs were bright red when I finished, and I kissed her after and made sure she was okay with the whole thing.
“Are you serious?” Flint laughed, “she loves this stuff.”
This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
Piss Shy, Part Nine
StandardDisclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.
I went to rush out of the bathroom when Flint ushered the group back in, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. Lida slipped out of her pants and underwear, stepping into the bathtub and squatting down.
Now, tumblr. I’ve seen some shit. I’ve watched a dick the size of my forearm get stepped on like a bug, that guy from my frat has tricked me into watching a prolapse porn (EUGH), an anon on here once sent me a 10 second video of himself jerking off that ended with him whispering, “I love you” (OH MY GOD IT WAS AWFUL AND IF ANYONE EVER DOES IT AGAIN I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS.) But, nothing was more “oh my gosh I can’t look but I can’t look away and I don’t know how I feel about this but I think I might like it” than watching Lida pee into the bathtub, wipe herself with her hand, and then lick her hand clean.
Back in the living room, Lida, WRM and I held down a blindfolded Macy while Flint repeatedly slapped her pussy. All things considered, she took it like a champ.
“So, what’d you think of that?” Flint asked, “in the bathroom with Lida. She hasn’t used a toilet since, what, Christmas?” Lida blushed and looked down at her hands.
I shook my head and chuckled, “I’ve gotta walk that off.”
Piss Shy, Part Five
Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.
WRM arrived and greeted me with a kiss before settling onto the couch. I sat down in the floor in front of her and she leaned down and kissed me, placing her hands on my shoulders and scratching her nails over my back.
Flint’s primary, Lida, showed up soon after in a sweatshirt and a pair of lycra workout pants. He sent her off to the shower, telling her to come back in her bra, her panties and the pants. While she was washing off, Flint told Macy to show WRM a video she’d made of her. Apparently she was drinking…something.
Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what it was.
“Look at her,” Flint said to me as we watched Macy sit beside WRM, showing her the video. She was actually watching along – which I give her major credit for, because I’d be hiding behind my hands in two seconds. “Look at her face.”
I chuckled nervously, “yeah. That’s contrition."
"Should be,” Flint replied, sitting down on WRM’s other side, “what she did was disgusting. Do you want to watch?”
I shook my head, blushing.
“Why not?” Flint asked.
“I like to be excluded,” I replied.
He smirked, pointing next to the television. “Go kneel over there,” he ordered. “Hands behind your head.” I moved over and got myself into position. “Legs wider,” he said, and I adjusted.
Making sure my posture was straight, I watched the three of them: Macy’s face a little pale from the humiliation, WRM smirking with the sort of amusement that indicated that she was both glad and a little jealous that the girl in the video wasn’t her, Flint somewhere between smug and proud.
“I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend,” – Graham Greene, The End of the Affair.
Me: You’re trying to turn me into a regular whore.
Sir: A regular whore, as opposed to what? A special kind of whore? Don’t be silly, sweetheart.