I’m pretty up front with most of my fantasies on here,
but there are a few [slightly problematic] ones I’ve just gotta keep to myself.
fantasy
One of my earliest fantasies was to be tied up like this, with ribbons, and presented as a gift to someone.
The fact that Sir and I have both met this particular gentleman on separate occasions and were both totally charmed by him,
coupled by the fact that the two of them hit it off instantly,
taking into account that we’ll all be in the same city for the holidays,
acknowledging that Sir is heteroflexible and typically the men he thinks are cute are not really up my alley,
confirming that this one is in fact totally up my alley,
remembering that I have been wanting this forever,
and considering that he and his girlfriend are poly,
well, shit, put it all together and what do you get?
“Why can’t I dress up and be classy like the other girls?” she had whined.
We had a pretty elaborate conversation about this sort of scenario after I saw this.
Let’s just say I was inspired.
House arrest.
- Heavy Bondage Pics
- Forced Orgasm Domination
- Only Ball Gags
- FetLocker: Discover Bondage & Fetish Gear.
This morning, Sir and I were talking dirty and the subject of him having another girl came up. I’m especially proud of myself because I was the one to bring it up.
We’ve discussed the idea before and it was the first time I was genuinely comfortable with the thought. Basically, as I have expressed on here with various degrees of feeling insufficient or worrying about being replaced, Sir and I do have very different styles. He’s more of a sadist, I’m more of a submissive. And while he comes close to a lot of the ideals I hold for a dominant, I don’t quite align with some of the stuff he likes in terms of degradation and masochism.
But, we love each other and it’s not a deciding thing. However, he wants a girl one day that he can call “Cunt,” just like I have someone I call “Daddy.” And this morning, I indulged him with talking about her.
While some of the pangs still came up, a lot of them didn’t. For once, I even got turned on.
So, I might have a little surprise planned for him today.
Shhh.
He says he has this fantasy of whoring me out. I’ll admit that maybe, just maybe, I’ve got a little bit of a fantasy about it, too.
“How much would it cost?” I asked.
He smiled, “two hundred dollars.”
“Two hundred dollars?” I exclaimed. “That’s so inexpensive.”
The thing is that making it ridiculously cheap turns him on. He likes the degradation of it. On the other hand, I prefer to feel special and expensive and precious.
“Fine, how much do you think it’s worth?” he asked.
I huffed. “Four million.”
“Nobody pays a four million dollars for that, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “He’ll probably only take ten minutes once he gets his hands on you, anyway."
"And what if he wants an hour?” I pouted.
He smirked. “Nah. Still two hundred.”
Sir and I agreed we’d each carry out one of the other’s dirtiest fantasies when he came to see me in a week.
Both are pretty blushy in different ways.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
I’ve got this fantasy where I’m institutionalized. The warden’s just a teensy bit corrupt and has fun teasing my needy cunt while I’m stuck in my straitjacket.
Or, you know, while I’m asleep. Which only leads to me being kept longer.
Now in hiding due to problematic fantasies.