Thanks for the encouragement, Etsy, but I prefer latex.
kink
On the one hand I’m like oh this is great to model good kink strategies, make sure you have trauma shears/emergency scissors on hand.
And then I’m the other hand I hope whoever did this to her just left those there to taunt her.
On New Year’s Eve, I was at a play party with Sir and his other partner, Sophie. At one point during the night, Sir and Sophie were off together and I was out on the balcony getting some air. My coat was over my lingerie, and the chill felt kind of good on my stockinged legs.
I ended up talking to a guy out there who had seen me playing with Sir earlier and had come over with his partner. Sir had let them touch me a little bit, teasing me as they ran their fingers over my nipples and cheeks.
“So, what,” the guy kind of blurted out, “are you two going to just keep doing this until he takes you out to the suburbs and gets you pregnant?”
I stared at him, incredulous. I could see that between the time he’d played with me and then found me out on the balcony, he was a little drunk.
“No, I don’t know.” I was too shocked to formulate something more articulate. But if I saw him now, I’d say that this isn’t a phase, this isn’t some wild youthful outburst. This isn’t some crazy thing I do to get the guy I’m seeing excited until I can pacify him into settling down.
It’s weird now to try to navigate the scene without Sir. He brought me to my first munch and my first play party. But this is a part of me, and I’m grateful to him for bringing me out of my shell. So I’m ready to keep going and never totally grow out of this.
Community
StandardI saw them coming from a few yards away and my heart flew up into my throat. I gave some meaningful eye contact for a long moment, averted my eyes, looked back once more to make sure they got the message. After all, I wasn’t alone. I have family visiting.
It’s something I’ve been scared of since I joined this community. I don’t use my real name. I had one close call out on a date, when I ran into a friend from my graduate cohort. Thankfully, she was cool enough to understand when I came out as poly to her and explained the situation.
But, here I was, with family, scared someone would blurt out the wrong name. Instead, the two looked away and walked by me in silence.
Later on, I texted the one whose number I had, thanking him for understanding the situation. As I did, I realized something about my fear: I was scared most about being part of this community and ashamed of possibly being outed. But, I had neglected to recognize that word: community. It’s not just about the munches and the play parties, it’s about having each other’s backs.
A very special little Topless Tuesday with a very special little story.
When I showed up at the munch last night, I was overwhelmingly nervous. I was worried because the only person I knew was the guy from that super awkward situation and I’m just generally petrified of entering new situations like that. I’d planned to show up like twenty minutes late so I wouldn’t be too early and staring at my feet, but when I showed up, people were already deep in conversations.
Still, I managed to get into some good talks and meet some cool people. I was getting very comfortable when suddenly a man I was speaking to earlier brought over this super cute girl with curly blond hair and big, gorgeous eyes and introduced her to the group I was talking to.
Somehow, photography came up and she pulled up a picture of herself in the middle of a scene on her phone and showed it to me. It was enviably brave.
We got on the subject of tumblr and realized we both were operating kinky blogs. Nervously, she showed me the name of her blog. I recognized it as a blog Sir showed me stuff from rather often. So, there I was, talking to worthlessrapemeat, in the flesh. Someone who talked to my boyfriend and who followed up my introduction with, “oh, yeah, you post a lot of pictures of your butt.”
Her tumblr name’s worthlessrapemeat, but don’t let that fool you. She’s super interesting and adorable and intelligent and articulate. We hit it off and soon found ourselves flirting and holding hands under the table and giggling.
Oh, yeah, and making out in her car.
Which is where she took this photograph, which to me serves as a testament to a night where I was super brave and that courage totally paid off.
So, here’s to many more where that came from and new friends.
Just a typical smoke detector. Or is it?
Pull open the lid to check the battery and look what you find…
The perfect point for securing my slave when she needs a good flogging… Or maybe just needs to be immobilized while my fingers do the walking…
Either way, this is the perfect way to help conceal our lifestyle choice from prying eyes of visitors who might not understand our relationship.
It took me a while to stumble upon this idea, but I had this installed in a few short hours of work one weekend. Let the fun BEGIN!!!
Uhhhh…Sir?
It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.
We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.
He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.
Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.
“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.
He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.
Sometimes it means this.
And sometimes it means getting high, making hash browns and marathoning Game of Thrones.
Today, it’s the latter.
“Let’s go for a walk,”
I said, “the river is beautiful when it snows.”
You agreed, and we bundled up to face the wind. As we were about to head out the door, however, I pulled you aside.
“Today, I think I just want to enjoy the scenery,” I said as I produced a ball gag and padlock from my coat pocket, “There’s plenty of time for conversation when we get back.”
Your eyes grew wide as I pulled the scarf away from your face, slipped the gag between your teeth, and locked it in place with a satisfying “tink” before carefully arranging your scarf so as to hide the gag from prying eyes.
“There, don’t you look beautiful?” I inquired. You replied with nothing more than a muffled groan, but it was too late, we were already out the door.
I took the lead and blazed a trail through the slush covered sidewalks over to the coffeeshop. Just a few blocks away, it was a short detour on our walk to the river.
Despite a muffled protest, I led you inside. “Can I get you something?” the barista asked.
“I’ll have a large coffee, um, black, and she’ll have a hot cocoa,” I replied, looking at you.
The barista then turned to you and asked, “Do you want whipped cream on that, darling?” You nodded silently and then indulged me by turning six shades of red.
The rest of the walk to the river was relatively uneventful. Not many people were out enjoying the snow, preferring, apparently, the relative comfort of a sofa and fireplace to the damp squalor of freshly salted sidewalks. Along the way I attempted to make conversation, saying perhaps, “See how that icicle is reflecting the light?” or, “I love their holiday decorations,” but you never offered up much of a response, other than a glare or a finger pointed at your mouth. “What a tough crowd,” I’d then say, prompting, of course, another piercing glare.
To Be Continued
This is the kind of stuff I want but I am entirely too shy to ask for.
And also a little too shy to endure.
I love the superfluous lock. It’s not like she’s going to be at liberty to be able to take this thing off in public anyway. It adds that extra sense of the loss of control that makes it really, really hot.
“We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody without telling me
Sunglasses and Advil, last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still?
Thinking ‘bout the girl in all leopard
Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd
Two tattoos one read "No Apologies”
The other said “Love is Cursed by Monogamy”
It’s something that the pastor don’t preach
It’s something that a teacher can’t teach
When we die the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap, preach.“
– Kanye West, No Church in the Wild.