I’m kind of over this whole notion of sweater weather.
Can I just run around in pretty things?
harness
I don’t know what would be blushier:
Actually wearing this thing
or having to lie very still while Sir measured everything out to make it.
browsing etsy and found this lovely piece of work by taciturnforsale
..i can think of a few ladies who would like it
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The first time I ever cried for Sir in a D/s context was when he pushed my face into a plate and wiped food all over my face while I was being a kitty for him. We were dating, right on the cusp of becoming some kind of an official couple, and I react rather strongly to degradation. So, I cursed at him and whimpered and started crying. And then I asked him to do it again.
He says he wants to make me cry like that, but push me harder. Humiliation and degradation aren’t really my favorite things, but mostly because I’ve had some pretty rotten experiences with other people. I want to trust that he will handle the aftercare properly and he won’t trigger anything weird, but I’m scared. He knows it, too, and has been really patient and open and loving about negotiating it.
So I want to be brave when I see him in December and let him push me really hard. In his words, I’ve been “braver and braver” lately and I want to be able to trust him.
Psssst.
Do you think you could make me one of these one day?
We will absolutely hurt you. We will make tears run down your pretty cheeks and stain the bedsheets with your mascara. We will lick, nibble, and hurt those pink little nipples until they’ll be sore all week. We will fuck you now while you’re fresh, then invite some neighbors over for fun.
Come in sweety, we won’t hurt you and there is plenty of room for you in between us
http://societyjuliette.tumblr.com/
!!!!!
I’ve got a gag harness like this.
But, ah, I’m not suggesting anything.
Nothing at all.
I try to get into the notion of harnesses when used during scenes and not just worn under clothes and sometimes I’m totally sold. But I can never get into harnesses that don’t really have any bondage component to them. I’m the kind of person who, if I’ve got something kinky going ok and I’m not tied up, I don’t know what to do with my hands and I feel a little lost and uneasy.
harnais ♥
I like the implication involved in a harness. Under the clothes, just barely felt, it serves as a nice little reminder.
So, I decided to finally share something that’s kind of super blushy but I’ve been holding out on talking about.
I went over to Craftsmate’s one day after he said he wanted to show me something. When we reached his bedroom, he pulled out this mess of straps and told me to open my mouth. I was shocked and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I complied.
He pushed the ring behind my teeth, lining it up so my mouth was forced open. I had never worn a ring gag before and I simultaneously enjoyed and dreaded how receptive it made me feel. With a smile, Craftsmate set to tightening the straps around my head, under my chin, alongside my nose, shifting and undoing them every so often to make the fit tighter.
When he had finished, he grinned and pressed his thumbs to the straps along the side of my nose, holding my face still. “You look so pretty like this,” he said, before shoving two fingers into my mouth and probing around. I could do just about nothing to prevent him from doing so aside from attempting to shove him away.
After he had withdrawn his fingers, his hand settled on my chin and he tilted my head slightly. I groaned, feeling drool start to form around the sides of the gag. Without warning, Craftsmate spat into my open mouth and, without any other options, I accepted it.