One of my favorite things about tumblr is the fact that I’ve made some really amazing friends on here. And one of which, the lovely mirrorscape, got into a cute conversation with me about a dirty version of Jenga inspired by Ashe Maree’s adorable Jenga gifset. Over the summer, I received a package from her, only to find she freaking MADE ME A DIRTY JENGA GAME.

Every block had a special task to do (she’d even consulted Sir for ideas!) and there were cute punishments for toppling the tower. Of course, the rules required consent, but in the absence of having fun consenting partners when this arrived back in the spring, it ended up just sitting on a shelf.

That is, until Pup and his girlfriend came over to hang out with Sir and I, and we ended up pouring some drinks and playing Dirty Jenga.

At the time, I’d only been out on two dates with Pup and I was still rather shy. What’s more, I’d never introduced Sir to one of my partners in my new city before, and I was totally worried about people actually getting along. And, on top of all that, I was fairly sure Pup’s girlfriend and I were on all right terms, but I was still kind of nervous navigating a friendship with a potential partner’s primary.

But, the game ended up being sufficiently fun and only about 15% awkward. A lot of the time, it was just the couples doing stuff to each other because we’re super boring and shy like that. At one point, I had to suck Southern Comfort out of Sir’s navel which is disgusting and honestly if you’re going to take a body shot out of somebody’s bellybutton pick something a little less saccharine and awful.

However, by the time we restacked the tower and went in for another round, we started getting a little braver. I got to slap Pup, which put this glint in his eyes that made me get all scared when I had to get slapped in return, but thankfully Pup’s girlfriend did the honors. I ended up getting spanked by Sir, then bit-gagged (wah), and Pup wound up getting blindfolded (but I think he was totally peeking whatever).

The third time around, I toppled the tower and got hogtied. I was super bashful about the whole thing and ended up hiding my face in Sir’s lap, and I wish that this is where stuff got majorly hot but instead this is where stuff got weird. Sir had used a ziptie to attach my wrists to my ankles, and Pup went to slice it off with his pocketknife when I started to get a little sore.

Suddenly, I felt something wet and warm on my back through my dress and I heard Pup’s girlfriend start freaking out. I wasn’t sure who’d been hurt, but we’d all been drinking a little bit and a knife legitimately should not have been brought out at this point (yes, this post is now a lecture on BDSM and safety).

Bottom line: Pup cut his thumb and had to get a couple of stitches. My dress somehow got ripped in the chaos that ensued. There was blood on the floor in my kitchen and, yeah, it was kind of the weirdest night ever.

So be safe, guys. Seriously.

Game

Me: I think [fairly successful colleague] likes me because I act like I’m not that impressed with him.
Sir: Wow, Ivy.
Sir: Got that game strong babe.
Me: Listen, you have no idea. I used to get it good before I settled down with your little butt.
Sir: Haha.
Sir: I didn’t need any game to get you.
Sir: You just fell into my life oops.

I love the idea of being told to dress up because we’re going somewhere very nice. And then, after I spend all the time into getting ready and making myself all pretty, I just wind up like this. An ambush, a ruse.

mirrorscape:

I know this game, I hate this game, I love this game.

(The last time it was a river of water in the bend of my spine and a small spiked wheel across my thighs.)

Um, I’ll have what she’s having.

Once, I played a game with someone where it was in my interest to hit red lights. Until, of course, his touch grew so distracting that I almost prematurely took my foot off of the gas.

Oops.

nanking-decade:

Finding the donkey’s tail wasn’t too hard a game.

(Blah blah my queue spat this out too early blah blah I guess I can start this story.)

Penthouse and I share an interrogation fantasy. I had articulated it to him for a while and had shared that the only time I had tried it, the guy was really half-hearted and was basically like, “one question now blowjob.” Which, I’m sorry, I love sucking dick but that killed it.

We were hanging around and I was messing with Penthouse’s wallet. “What are you doing?” He asked.

I smirked, “oh, I was thinking of hiding it when you weren’t looking so you’d have to ask me where it was.”

“Oh,” he replied, “I suddenly have something to do…elsewhere.” We both laughed and he got up and went to the other room.

Practically giddy with the fact that this was going to happen, I hid the wallet and waited for him to come back. When Penthouse returned, he feigned surprise at his wallet being gone.

“Sweetheart,” he asked in that Daddy-type voice that makes me blush. “Have you seen my wallet?" I just smirked and shrugged. He grabbed my arm, "did you hide it?” I shrugged again and he pushed me up against the wall. “Where is it?” I shook my head.

Suddenly, I felt him pull the ballgag between my teeth and buckle it at the back of my head. “Fine, when you’re really to tell me, I’ll take this off.” He shoved me towards the bed.

Last night, Craftsmate came over and we chilled a little bit.

Somehow, I wound up hogtied.

Yep.

I let him use a few of my winter scarves and he had put me into an all right hogtie, considering the materials. He blindfolded me with another and wound up gagging me by rolling up one of my face towels, threading it between my teeth, and knotting it behind my head. This was, surprisingly, terribly effective as it held my mouth open and pressed my tongue down, rendering me capable of essentially just a few whines and grunts.

He sat up next to me on my bed and told me that if I was uncomfortable with anything, I could just shake my head hard and grunt three times and he would let me out. I should clarify that Craftsmate and I are basically two kinky people goofing around and not sexually involved, for a few rando followers who asked and for whoever else is thinking I’m about to get laid or something.

Instead, the asshole tickled me. If I moved too much, he spanked me fairly lightly. If I tried to struggle away, he would reach down and pinch my ass through my shorts. Hard.

So, while there were no handprints, as the picture would imply, there were a few little pock marks on my butt where Craftsmate pinched it.

What a jerk.

whyexactly:

“Time’s up!” He said, with a certain smug satisfaction,

before pushing her over onto her side

with his foot.

These are the sorts of games I’m never sure if I want to win or lose.

“Find that earring yet, princess?”

“No, Daddy. I just can’t find it anywhere.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll turn up soon. Maybe just bend a little deeper and get a closer look?”