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I came five times this afternoon.

The first was while Craftsmate was fucking me from behind, his fingers looped into my hair. My face was pushed into the pillow and my ass was tilted up into the air.

The second, third, fourth and fifth were in fairly rapid succession. After he had finished on my back and rubbed it in, Craftsmate laid down next to me. I rolled over and he shoved his fingers into my cunt, rubbing my clit hard with his thumb while he fingered my gspot.

It’s the fastest way to make me cum. He knows it. So he managed to wrench another four out me while I whined and squirmed and gasped and begged. He held me down with his free hand, teasing me about how wet I was as the time between each orgasm shortened and I was barely recovering from the fourth when the fifth hit.

When he drew his fingers out of my cunt and made me lick them, he had me curl up in his arms. Apparently, I fell right asleep, completely worn out.

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t get to sleep,” – Rumi.

“All you know how to do is shake, shake.”

“A world without clocks and cell phones.”

That feeling.

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The marks might last a day or two – mementos to their togetherness in a world of his crafted making. A world without clocks and cell phones, only trust, hope, fear, love. The things that remain when everything else is torn away.

She cherished her marks as reminders of what was real.

It’s interesting to me that this is the gif of The Master, which was a spectacular movie, that got all popular on tumblr.

The sexiest part to me was honestly that really fucked up scene in the bathroom where Amy Adams starts jerking Philip Seymour Hoffman off and being just the dommiest ever. It wasn’t a healthy dynamic, but damn was that the toppiest, meanest handjob ever.

I guess my Pretty is showing.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Seven

I made her cum with my fingers. I was on top of her, fingers hooked into her pussy. She had been sort of mewling the whole time and when she came her moans had gotten throaty and uninhibited. Afterwards, her eyes were glowing.

Penthouse joined us on the bed and we all talked. I was a little worn out and I pulled one of his sweatshirts on and curled up in his arms. Slipping in and out of sleep, I listened to them talking until Penthouse told me to go cuddle up with Popcorn.

I crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her, closing my eyes. She reached up, petting my hair. “She’s so adorable,” she said to Penthouse, as if I wouldn’t be able to understand if she had said it directly to me. In her defense, I was tired and mostly mumbling out meek little statements. But, I appreciated the line that was drawn.

Later on, Penthouse had me on my knees beside the bed while they were talking. He outstretched his hand and told me to worship it. Without hesitation, wanting to impress Popcorn, I leaned up and started to kiss his hand.

“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn said.

Penthouse smiled, “want to see what you can make her do?”

Chained, Epilogue

After Popcorn had left, Penthouse grabbed my hair and pulled me back down to my knees. “Go on, sweetheart,” he said, “thank Daddy for your playdate.” He reached down and unzipped his pants and I smirked.

I pulled his cock out and started sucking as he spoke to me, telling me how good I had been. I told him, in a moment when my head was off his cock, that I had wanted to kiss her when she left but I wasn’t sure if she was actually into girls or just liked dominating them.

“I think you should text her,” he said, rolling his hand through my hair, “and invite her over later. I think she wants to kiss you, too.”

I blushed and took him deeper.

“You know that paper she mentioned last night? She did that thing early so she could play with you,” he added and smirked, holding my hair a bit tighter and starting to fuck my face. “So, I really do think you should text your new little friend.”

Chained, Part Nine

I heard the tell-tale rattle of clothespins on a line and whined a bit into my gag. Penthouse had grabbed the zipper off of the desk and from my soon-to-be-proven-correct assumption, handed it off to Popcorn.

“What you do,” he explained, placing a hand on my shoulder, “is you just put them all over on her breasts, then yank the end of the string, and they all come off.”

Popcorn was a little ruthless. She went excruciatingly slow, debating out where each one should go, so I was stuck sitting with two particularly harsh ones near the skin over my collarbones. Eventually, I couldn’t take it and just hit the buzzer.

They took care to remove the blindfold and the gag, making sure I was all right, and took off the clothespins gently by hand. I was a little disappointed I hadn’t had the guts to ride it out, but I figured it was better to know my limits.

Penthouse untied my legs and I got up to my feet, adjusting my nightgown and giving Popcorn a hug. We thanked each other for a fun experience and she left, having somewhere else to go.

“I’m nervous,” I said to Penthouse as I pulled on my clothes and went to head out to a meeting.

He turned to face me, “how come?”

“Uh, because I’m about to go into an important meeting with the word ‘whore’ carved into my stomach.” I stared down at the shirt that covered it, willing it to stay opaque.

“Oh,” he smirked, “yeah. I guess that’d do it.”

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