We need more friends like these.
What have I been saying all this time?
kiss
The Party Sub, Part Six
Sir helped me up to my feet and started to guide me over to the steps. He looped his finger in between my cuffs, pulling me close as we walked. However, just as I was about to walk downstairs, I walked right into a tall girl in a black dress.
“Well, look at you. Look how cute you are.” She gestured to my lingerie. All I could see was a grin. “Has _____ seen you dressed that way? He likes the whole corrupting innocent girls thing."
I shook my head. I was still a little high from playing with the hitachi and being tied up in front of people, and now being spoken to this way I felt myself getting kind of small and nervous. Confessedly, I’ve always been a little shy about flirting with pretty girls.
"Can I touch her?” she asked Sir, who nodded. She smiled, her face soft and yet still a little menacing. “May I touch you?” she asked me.
“Y…yes,” I stammered out.
She placed her hand on my cheek. “Yes, who?”
“Yes, Miss?” I tested.
Her fingers twisted into my hair and she tipped my head back. Sir, still standing behind me, reached up and rubbed my shoulder. “That’s right,” she murmured and traced her fingers over the cups of my bustier. “Now you’re not going to look at me, are you? You’re going to be a good girl.”
“Yes, Miss,” I replied.
She ran her hands over me, Sir joining her. She asked me questions: if I submit like this often, if I’m a good girl, if I have been to parties like this. I answered her as best as I could, but my voice trembled.
“You’re sweet, but I wish you were more assertive,” she said. Sir reached up and cupped my breasts while she tapped my chin with her finger. “Keep that head up,” she ordered before continuing, “so nervous. I bet you’re a lot more assertive when you’re not like this, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I replied and she turned me to face Sir. "I’ll be more assertive, Miss.“ She leaned down and bit my shoulder, causing me to gasp. She continued for a few minutes and I kept my eyes up, grateful Sir was steadying me with how much my legs were wobbling.
Her hand rested on my hip and she turned me back around. "You can look at me,” she said before bending to kiss me softly. When she straightened up, she patted my cheek and looked past me to Sir, “she’s a good girl. You’re lucky.”
The praise made me glow and I grinned up at Sir. Our new friend said she’d hopefully see us around, and she walked over to the bed to talk to the host and a few other guests.
It’s supposed to be as cold as -15 degrees Fahrenheit where I’m headed tomorrow.
I’m just going to try to stay warm by thinking about this.
Sweetheart spent some time with two boys today. They were a little mean.
Um, they were lots mean.
Last night was absolutely wonderful and I had to slip this little tidbit into the queue because I am literally that freaking elated.
Sir was super sweet and brought a cake. For someone who has three things to deal with in one week (anniversary, Christmas, birthday), he handled it like a pro.
Nothing sexy to report from the night besides the fact that I am a happy Ivy.
Cocktail Party, Chicago, 1957. Photo by Francis Miller
Merry Christmas to my followers who celebrate it.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part One
Sir’s gonna kill me for tarnishing his image on here a little bit, but for all the meanies and scaries and stuff, he’s a cheeseball and a romantic sometimes.
When we were finally alone at his place, he’d downloaded some app on his computer to make it look like a fireplace and we snuggled up in his bed. I was exhausted and a little cranky from an entire day of endless, messy traveling.
“I just want to give you your presents now, I’m so excited to see you,” he said.
I pouted, “you gotta space it out, you can’t just give it all now.” Unfortunately for Sir, he’s stuck with the fact that our anniversary, Christmas and my birthday are literally all in the same week.
“I’ll do other stuff, it’s little, it’s fine,” he insisted and brought the gifts in. He’d labelled one as sweet and one as squirmy and one as blushy. It was really cute.
“Let’s just open the sweet one and call it a night,” I teased.
The sweet gift was a one hour massage which came later and we’ll get to that story. The squirmy gift were these really gorgeous cuffs he made for me that would clip into the hogtie and could be clipped together or to other stuff. And the blushy gift you already met.
Kitties just do better in pairs.
It’s a fact.
“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless and transforming.” – Alice Munro, Runaway.
Maybe I’d have an easier time relaxing if I had someone to distract me.
Just a thought.