What is it they say about snakes in the grass?
heels
If it were up to a certain someone, I’d just walk around like in shoes like these all day.
“Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.” ― Wallace Stegner, The Spectator Bird.
A guy in my cohort sent me a jokey flirty message saying he thought good girls went to bed early.
Dude.
DUDE.
One does not simply joke about bedtime.
So I somehow wound up flirting with this very pretty girl who is new to poly but not so new to kink on okcupid today.
And I weirdly started getting a little dommy with her and she was being all sweet and egging me on.
This could be interesting, but I’m kind of freaking out because I barely know what I’m doing.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Seven
So, I should explain first of all what I’d been wearing this time. Partially, to slightly put off what our plans were. I had this piece of lingerie on that’s basically a sexy parody of an apron, along with a pair of fishnet thigh highs and a pair of black heels. (Yeah okay not totally sure why I’m explaining this because there’s a photo right there but…) I was also wearing my new cuffs and my training collar.
So, Sir and I had arranged to Skype with the Southern Gentleman to discuss our upcoming threesome. However, the whole matter of discussing it would be rather limited. When I sat down beside Sir as we waited for SG to join us, he clipped my cuffs together behind my back and slipped my bit gag between my teeth. As much as I squirmed and pouted, I couldn’t deny how immensely aroused I was and how I was sort of relieved that I wouldn’t be forced to actually speak.
Sir tilted the laptop so that I was out of the frame when he called up SG. The two greeted each other and talked briefly. I felt drool welling up between my lips and the gag, and I began to whine when it dripped down my chin. SG must have heard me, because he asked Sir how their “friend” was doing.
Sir grinned. “Would you like to see her?” He turned the laptop so that the camera was facing me. I felt my cheeks burn and instinctively turned my face away, shrinking back into the corner of the couch.
Sir snatched onto my shoulder and turned me so that I faced the camera. SG’s side kept cutting out, but I saw a brief smirk that made me attempt to hide my face again.
“Don’t be shy,” Sir ordered, holding onto my chin. “Be a sweet girl, he’s here to see you. Look at the camera like a good girl.”
I squeezed my eyes shut before taking a deep breath. I felt my drool drip onto my knee and slowly, tentatively, I looked into the camera.
I can’t sleep and Sir’s already asleep and I miss sleeping beside him. I promised that the first Christmas we have together, I’d let him put me under the tree like this. But, upon consideration, I think I might be way too fussy for that.
Sir and I are having dinner tonight with that friend of his that found my tumblr. I’ve met her once before and she seems really cool. And I’m looking forward to getting to know her a little better.
Especially since it’s a little awkward that she’s seen my naked body on the Internet a whole lot and is friends with my boyfriend and knows an obscene amount about our sex life. So, you know, some vanilla friendship might be good, too. To balance this stuff out.
