garters – Ivy

Impulse, Part Two

The party was packed. And while there were some faces I had seen before, the vast majority of the people there were more or less strangers. Fortunately, since the party was held in the hosts’ home, the vibe was mostly pretty chill. There were some people hanging out and talking, as well as some very light play going on.

But the vast majority of the people at the party were engaged in a few games set up. With so many people there, I felt more comfortable getting involved than I would if it were a smaller group. Wanting to be brave, I urged Pup to go over to where Azure already was and take part in her activity, which was more or less a game of strip Jenga.

I walked into another area on my own, where a group of people maybe ten in size was playing a game with a few sets of cards. The game had been made by one of the guests, and the cards ranged from mild suggestions, the yellow cards, through adventurous, top, bottom, and all the way up to the dares, the pink cards. “So, just straight up,” a guy who I’d seen at one of these parties before explained when I sat down to join them, “those cards are basically the fucking cards. Like they’re just legit sex.”

“Good to know,” I replied, and stuck to picking cards in the milder category. It had been a long time since I had been to one of these parties, and I wasn’t feeling entirely comfortable with such a new group. The tone itself was still pretty mild anyway, and even when people took more daring cards, they avoided to pink ones altogether.

By the time Pup and Azure came over to join in our game, I’d kissed a very cute girl and allowed someone to give me a massage. But wanting to be brave now that Pup was there, I reached for the cards labelled “bottom” and drew the top one.

“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms.

Total Princess Moves:

Sir brought me to a munch last night and I legit ended up taking a nap on him while he was having a conversation with someone that I guess I was bored by or whatever.
I made him tell me what I was doing for the demo bottom thing because I was impatient and oh my gosh guys it’s gonna be nuts. Also, it was probably going to get accidentally mentioned to me at the munch anyway. (True facts: Being clothed and hanging out with people who will eventually see you super naked still makes you feel naked.)
I spent this morning doing work and lounging around in my pajamas.

Guys.

It’s been a busy time and a little bit since I’ve gotten some and I’m kind of the neediest.

That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Eight

“I saw you flash your tights at him,” Sir teased when I was putting my coat on to leave.

I smirked. “Stockings. Not tights.”

Pup was on his way out, too, and we figured we’d all walk together since he’s just about a block away from me (yeah, seriously). I’d brought a change of shoes because I didn’t think I wanted to walk home in my heels, but just ended up essentially throwing my shoes at Sir, claiming I could walk in the heels just fine.

The party was a little bit outside of the area of the city where Pup and I live, so we had a tiny trek ahead of us on a few residential roads that were more or less empty. I was being a little brat as we made our way away from my friend’s place, and I tossed my purse at Sir as well. “Now carry this, too,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

I was still walking when I felt Pup’s hand come up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair. We’d all had a little bit to drink, but none of us were “impaired.” But, the surprise of him seizing me by the hair made me trip a bit, especially combined with the fact that he hadn’t stopped walking. I ended up stumbling along beside him as he said, “you’re being a little brat.”

I grinned and glanced over at Sir, trying to gauge if he was all right with what was going down. I was met with a grin and winked before Pup shook me forward.

“You’re being a brat.” Pup tilted my head to exaggerate my glance at Sir. “Say you’re sorry.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m sorry.”

“Say thank you, he’s been so nice to you.”

My legs felt a little weak. I hadn’t been co-dommed by two men since the threesome with SG that Sir and I had back in January, and I was nervous and unsure but massively turned on. “Thank you.”

“That’s a good girl,” Sir replied. I giggled and tried to twist away from Pup, but Sir grabbed my wrist. I walked between the two of them like that until we started to see people.

Sir and I ended up going home alone that night, and probably for the best. It would’ve been a weird way to open things back up with Pup. But the next morning I woke up thinking that maybe things were back open.

I bought my first garter belt off the Internet and it’s far too big. It slips down all the time. But, it was a no-return purchase and it was on sale for something negligible.

And besides, it makes me feel kinda like a little girl trying on something too grown up for her.

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.”

So, I discovered yesterday that I enjoy figging.

Sir and I were skyping and I wanted to do something exciting and special for him. I hesitated at first, because I usually hate pain play, but I had the ginger root and I couldn’t hide the fact that I was a little curious. With clothespins on my nipples, I carefully exposed a little bit of the ginger and let him direct me.

He had me rub it onto my labia first. I was disappointed when the sting came on only mildly, but suddenly the burning swung into full effect. I felt like I was glowing. I usually hate pain, but this was absolutely amazing. I really, really liked it.

He directed me to rub it all over the hood of my clitoris before pushing the hood back and getting some on my clit. After a little experimenting, I discovered I really enjoyed carving out a little groove into the ginger with my nail and situating the groove over my clit. That was totally intense and really awesome.

I went off to my evening plans with my pussy still soaked and tingling, considering that maybe I’d found my favorite pain.

I hope you all aren’t massively sick of me just reblogging and drooling over lingerie I want like all the time.

Maid is one of my favorite games to play.

It’s basically one of the few ways I can convince myself to clean my apartment.

But, whatever. However it gets done.