Current status.
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Current/Permanent status.
But look how eager he is.
Oh my gosh I want one or I just wanna work with one on a little subby team.
Sweetheart doesn’t usually stay in trouble too long.
Overwhelmed, Part Two
After what felt like an eternity of just sitting there, Sir looked over to me. “Come over here,” he said, pointing in front of him.
I rose to my feet and moved over in front of the couch, standing in front of him and SG. Sir reached forward and placed his hand on the side of my leg, patting it gently. Unsure where to look or who to look at, I wound up just going between the two of them nervously. Picking up the bit gag, Sir had me lean down so that he could place it between my teeth and buckle it behind my head.
I pouted a bit at the fact that I was being silenced so soon in the game, but I knew it probably wouldn’t last long. SG reached forward and pinched my nipple through the thin fabric, twisting it until I groaned in protest.
“On your knees,” Sir ordered and I obeyed, kneeling in front of them. Confessedly, I hadn’t expected the whole thing to get quite so kinky right off the bat, but SG was totally on board as Sir passed him one of my cuffs. They each took a hand and buckled them on, before Sir attached them behind my back and pulled me back up to my feet.
SG stood as well and Sir grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me against SG. His hands wandered over my breasts before roughly yanking one side of the lingerie I was wearing down. SG reached up and started once more to pinch my nipples, while Sir gathered up my hair in his fist.
“Give him a kiss,” he said, tilting my head up to face SG, who was grinning ear to ear. “Give him a kiss for coming to play with you.”
“I can’t,” I mumbled around the gag.
Sir laughed and tightened his grip, “do the best you can.” I huffed and leaned up, essentially touching my gagged lips to SG’s. I felt him chuckle against my mouth before he kissed my lower lip almost tenderly, considering the situation.
“That was kind of cute,” SG said as Sir pushed me back over to the couch, releasing my hair as I stumbled onto the cushions. As soon as I settled, though, he took hold once again and pushed me until my cheek was touching the fabric and my ass was up in the air.
“You stay there,” Sir ordered, “while I show SG some nice things to hurt you with.” With that, they left the room.
Boys are mean. Take it from Sweetheart.
Is it bad that I sometimes want to troll Sir by – at some point, in some way – walking in on him with the girl he’s been seeing and being like, “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT’S GOING ON OH MY GOD YOU TRAITOR YOU PIG I TRUSTED YOU YOU MONSTER bahahahaha just kidding carry on.”?
There’s something really sexy about a good smirk.
Also can we discuss how perfect the panties my Daddy got me are?
More photos to come, but I’ll stop spamming you all for the time being.
Squirmies are always relevant to this blog.