Filed under: maximum aesthetic.
hehehe
That thing where you’ve been working out and you ride that dick with newfound endurance and suddenly it’s all worthwhile.
I am the princess of emoji usage.
It’s only going through these photos that I notice the degree of attention Sir pays to certain parts of me. And it’s beautiful and strange to kind of see myself the way he sees me.
I’m always drawn to the feet in Ivy’s recent daily photos. Craftsmate certainly has an eye for composition.
Hehe yeah that was 80% of what I was implying. My man loves him some feet.
I was a brave girl today and I did a new thing and it turned out just fine.
Halfway There, Part Eleven
I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm of beating Macy’s ass and I discovered that she was an absolute trooper. I’ve been hit with it before on my ass and a few minutes in, I was crying. She was just lying there, taking it, even asking for more each time I checked in.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” I heard Lida ask Flint.
“Ask her,” Flint replied.
I felt a lump rise in my throat when she asked. I didn’t know what to say and I was still super nervous. But, the second I opened my mouth, I couldn’t stop. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said, “I don’t know.” Back when Flint wouldn’t let me go earlier in the evening, he’d threatened to make me pee into a bowl in the kitchen. So, I threatened that. Along with outside on the porch. Along with in the bathtub. When she started whining, I shot at her, “funny you don’t come to my defense when I’m embarrassed, but I’m supposed to make you feel comfortable? You’d better make up your mind and give me a damn good reason why I should let you have any kind of dignity doing this.”
I’m fairly sure surprise registered on both of our faces over what was coming out of my mouth, but I continued. “So, what is it? Where are you going to the bathroom?”
“I…I don’t know,” she whined.
“You don’t know?” I stopped hitting Macy’s ass for a moment, “you ever do any kind of debate? Mock trial?”
“N…no.”
“I’m not fucking surprised.” I resumed beating Macy. “You have no idea how to make an argument. So, you’ve got pathos, which is appealing to my pity for you. Which, after you posed for a fucking Christmas card photo with me on the toilet, I’ve got none of. Ethos, or my sense of ethics. And I have no moral qualms about making you piss on the fucking porch. And logos, an appeal to logic. But I think having you piss into a bowl in the kitchen makes pretty good sense to me, all things considered."
I was stern, I was intimidating, I was kind of a potty mouth. Flint was grinning like a moron. Lida was squirming.
"Come on,” I said, setting the rute stick onto the arm of the couch. “Get in the kitchen. You took too long. You’re pissing into a bowl.”
Amanda Sugar & Palesaint by -vk photography-
Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/h75SV9
Dear Followers,
Your “applications” for shower buddy are the cutest, funniest, and bestest ever. I’m not ignoring you. I’m simply pouting that you’re all anons.
What is the fun of that?
<3,
Ivy
Basically the essence of this blog.
+ kinky sex.
Do you think if I leave a little, umm…trail of breadcrumbs…doctortease will start posting again?