I have never been made to do this. I don’t think I’d care for it.
I have been. It was one of the first super-serious D/s punishments I ever received. I was starting to get an inkling that I wanted the kind of kink that wasn’t just silly and playful, but this was a little too much too fast.
I have this fantasy a lot.
He takes a pretty girl out on a nice date and makes me wait at home. I’m allowed to touch myself when I’m home alone, but I’m not allowed to cum.
He tells me to expect them back at a certain time, but they come back about two hours late, laughing and enjoying each other. She pauses a bit when she sees me sitting on the stairs, but he just eases her down to her knees and tells her not to give me a second thought.
At first, she’s hesitant. But eventually her ego inflates, watching me sit there and squirm, and by the time they’re heading up the stairs, she yanks my hair and drags me along behind her. Or just kicks me over with her heel. Or just gives me a snide look.
I put his condom on him so he can fuck her. I get her wet for him. I sit on the side and whine and pout while he uses her the way I like to be. When he’s finished, I clean her off with my tongue. And then I’m sent to the corner to curl up and try to sleep while the two of them share the bed and laugh about how pathetic I am.
I don’t know, tumblr. I guess I’m a little messed up.
I tease Pup a lot that he went on his first date with a butt.
My profile picture on FetLife, which I essentially only use to keep track of people that I’ve met at munches and who I don’t quite feel comfortable enough to give my phone number to, is of my butt. It’s a pretty similar angle to this gifset.
What can I say? I didn’t want to incriminate myself by posting my face, but I wanted something besides a question mark in the profile picture. So, my butt.
I first met Pup for all of a minute at a munch back in August. I honestly spent more time talking to his girlfriend and her secondary than I did to him. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in him or that I was particularly interested in his other partners, but when he added me on FetLife after the munch was like, “sure, okay, yeah, I kind of remember you?”
I later found out that this was mostly his girlfriend’s doing, in an effort to try to get him to both branch out and ask me out. But, when the initial messages came through, I figured he was probably just creepin’ on my butt pic. His girlfriend had been simultaneously messaging me, and so I was also concerned that they were unicorn hunting, but apparently this was also an effort on her part to try to get the two of us to hang out.
So, I agreed to go out for coffee, mostly because not much else was going on that week. I honestly barely remembered what he looked like. I was worried that he actually thought I was worthlessrapemeat, because the two of us had been cutely hanging all over each other all night and we’ve got some similar attributes, and my silly insecurities made me think that when I showed up, he’d be disappointed that I wasn’t her.
In order to feign nonchalance, I turned up late. Fortunately, he hadn’t confused me with WRM. Fortunately, he was actually really nice and good-looking and a good conversationalist. But, yeah, I still mocked him about only asking me out because he saw a butt on the Internet he liked.
Ironically, he turned out to be working part-time at that shitty diner where I outed myself as poly to my friend to get some money on the side while he finished his degree.
My friends now jokingly call him the name of the diner when referencing him, which I guess implies three things:
When I thought I was taking a picture, then I realized it was set on video..
dollyleighofficial and her crazy faces are actually kind of the lifeblood of tumblr.
At the end of our second date, Nilla asked me if he was too vanilla for me. I laughed, because the question was kind of silly.
I guess because I mess around with Flint sometimes and I’m a kinky girl, he assumed that I only gravitated to kinky people when looking for partners. Which is, I understand, how some kinky people navigate non-monogamy and partner-finding.
But let me lay out our second date for you:
So, no, when a guy grabs my hips, throws me down and makes sweet face-love to my pussy, he is not too vanilla for me.
Omg omg omg just booked my flight to go spend Thanksgiving with Sir.
I’m so exciteddd.
Me, basically.
Disclaimer: The following is a fantasy and not a genuine threat. Were we to carry this out, it would involve consenting people, proper protection and a ton of precautions.
Months ago, Flint and I were hanging around on my couch. He was choking me a little bit, holding my throat until I started to get genuinely scared and tried to buck him off of me. As panicked I would get each time he cut my breath, I kept asking for more until it was finally, maybe, a little too much.
“Tell me something scary,” I said, accepting that as a substitute. “I want you to scare me.”
Flint smiled and smoothed some of my hair off of my forehead. “The first time I fuck you, it’s going to be rape,” he replied, voice calm and even and maybe a little condescending.
“How?” I chuckled. “You can’t rape me if I want to fuck you.”
He shrugged. “Well, I’ll just come in while you’re asleep. You’ll wake up to the sound of duct tape being torn off the roll. I’ll have a few friends come along to help hold you down, and I’ll let them have you afterwards as a thanks for the favor.” He patted my cheek. “What do you think of that? Maybe I’ll get enough people to come that we’ll double your number that night alone.”
I stared at him, speechless.
“Think of that, love, half of a decade of sexual activity doubled in one night,” he grinned. “And all of it against your will.”
I shook my head, “you couldn’t do that.”
He shrugged, “if you say so.”
Some nights, I catch myself wondering whether or not to lock the deadbolt on my door.
Goals.
