leftovers – Ivy

Leftovers, Part Seven

Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.

By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.

He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.

That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.

Leftovers, Part Six

Leaving the get-together we were at (even though I was blushingly barely able to make eye contact with anyone after they’d watched me orgasm) was a mistake, but hindsight is 20/20. We wanted to check out a party at a dungeon, but when we arrived we were pretty disappointed. While the venue was fairly nice, the vibe was pretty awful.

People were mostly keeping to themselves and tended to just be sort of awkwardly watching as opposed to mingling. Sir tried spanking me over a bench, but both of us were kind of off our game from the environment. So, I asked him if he wanted to put me back in the harness he learned earlier. We might as well give something else a try before giving up on the evening and our lost entry fees.

Together, we talked through the steps as he tied me up. It felt sweet and intimate: him arranging the rope on my body, me reminding him of some of the smaller moves and praising him for somehow memorizing this thing so quickly. When he had the harness tied and my head pulled back by the rope in my hair and the crotchrope pulled tight, he pushed me over to the mirrors on the wall so I could get a good look at myself.

I had to admit, I liked what I saw.

Sir turned me back around, set to slapping my face and breasts for a little bit, and then led me through the venue by the shoulder.

thinkivykink:

nankingdecade:

You’re fucking disgusting and everyone knows it.

Something super super brave and blushy happened last night and I need to double my efforts to catch you up on everything from September to now because holy crap.

Leftovers, Part Five

I didn’t think I would be able to do it, knowing everyone was watching like that. But, I did. I probably would not have been able to without the blindfold on, being a little shy, but I ended up cumming in front of a room that was mostly strangers. Sir kept murmuring in my ear how I was the only one like this, how I was a slut for needing this in the middle of a nice little get-together.

I slumped against him when I had finished and someone gave off another “aww.” Sir had me say thank you to the first guy, and I did so with a little bashfulness, grateful the blindfold was still on. He clicked the vibrator back on, but I pouted that I was sensitive, and he turned it off.

Sir held me for a little bit, someone commenting that it was so sweet that I was still blindfolded. Eventually, he took the blindfold off and he had me go remove the bullet. I made a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with just about everyone while doing so.

Leftovers, Part Four

Sir had me sit back down on the couch. He was fiddling with the remote to the bullet vibrator a little bit, and I was having trouble looking at anyone with the remote out like that, even if the vibrator was turned off. “Nervous?” Sir asked and I nodded. He stroked my hair. “Do you want your blindfold?”

I nodded again and he tied it over my eyes, aligning the two circles so no light could get in. I felt Star reach over and rub my shoulders. Over from the other side of the room, I heard someone ask Sir what he was holding. “Oh,” he answered. “It’s for the bullet in her cunt.” I felt my cheeks burning. “It’s new and so I just want to play with it all the time now, like a kid with a new toy.”

He switched it on and I buried my face in his chest, still embarrassed even though I was blindfolded. I tried not to moan but I did, even more so as he took me through the different speeds. When he finally brought it down to a low setting again, I straightened up and figured I could get through it if he just left it like this.

“Do you want to try it, then?” Sir asked someone. He lowered my hands to his shoulders. “Ivy,” he explained to me who he was talking to. It was a guy I’d never met before but thought seemed pretty nice and rather attractive. “Are you all right with me letting him have the remote a little while?”

Someone let out an “awww” when I nodded, because I guess I blushed, and I buried my face in his chest again.

The first guy was rather mean with it. He’d take me up pretty close and then cut it off abruptly. He figured out rather quickly which speeds really got me and which just made me frustrated, and tried to get me to have conversation while he alternated between building an orgasm and making me frustrated. With my consent, the remote ended up getting passed around, and I would have to guess who was holding it. By the tone of his voice, Sir seemed to be having a great time.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked after a few rounds of this, and I asked for some water.

The vibrator was off at this moment, and I had the glass poised at my lips when I heard the first guy, who now had the remote again, say: “Somebody needs to take this from me. This isn’t going to end well.” Everyone laughed.

Once I was finished taking a sip of water, Star was holding me and raking her long nails gently down my back and shoulder while Sir played with my hair and the first guy, who’d gotten the vibrator back, was busy getting me really, really close.

“I need to cum,” I finally choked out.

I felt Sir’s fingers dig into my hair, “you want to cum right now?” I nodded frantically. “In front of all these people? On somebody else’s couch? Right in front of everyone? Is that so?”

Leftovers, Part Three

Sitting down on the couch proved all the more difficult. The crotch rope pulled harder and my head was yanked back even further. I felt incredibly silly, and the only saving grace of the whole thing was the fact that it kept me from making eye contact with most of the people there.

Sir and Star were flanking me on the couch, which felt somehow a little bit protective and yet a little bit condescending with the way they were talking over me. Every so often, one of them would reach over to smooth my hair or check in with me. Sometimes, Sir would give the rope running down my back a little tug. I was too nervous to really participate in much of anything conversation-wise.

Eventually, Sir let me out so that I could use the bathroom, but sent me off there with one of his new purchases. It was a remote-control vibrator, and because it was a brand-new toy, Sir was obsessed with it like a kid in the days after Christmas. He kept making me wear it around his place, and figured that this party was an even better opportunity to give it a go.

Despite how humiliating it was, I consented and ducked into the bathroom to slip the bullet inside of myself.

Leftovers, Part Two

Star set to showing Sir how to put me in a harness that would, in her words, make my boobs look awesome. She wasn’t lying.

While a lot of the harnesses I’ve seen and experienced tend to press the breasts down or contort them into weird shapes, this one almost imitated a bra. My arms were folded behind my back palm to elbow, which made me stick my chest out. The rope over my chest was pulled up into little triangles, and as a result my breasts were tugged up and out as if they were in a push-up bra.

“I should let some people at the party tonight slap them, shouldn’t I?” Sir asked. I nodded bashfully as Star brought the rope around my front.

“So,” she said. “We’ve got a bunch leftover. If you want, we can give her a crotchrope with it.” I pouted a little, but wasn’t totally upset when Star put a really convenient knot in the remaining rope and threaded it up between my legs, pulling it tight.

Up until then, Sir had mostly been watching intently, trying to learn the harness so that he could put me back in it later at the other party. But, he suddenly gave Star a conspiratorial look over my shoulder, and helped to dip my head back while Star knotted the rope carefully into my hair, showing Sir how to do it safely.

As a result, when I tried to lower or straighten my head, the crotchrope was pulled taut and the knot rubbed against my clit. My head was forced back so far that I couldn’t keep my mouth closed, and I felt silly and exposed and could barely look at the other people in the room.

“Let’s sit you down, hm?” Sir asked and took hold of my arm, guiding me over to the couch. “Why don’t you make some friends?“

Leftovers, Part One

A few days after Thanksgiving, Sir and I went to a get-together Star was hosting with some other kinky/poly people to eat leftovers and hang out. Sir’s a little bit more familiar with and closer to these people, but I like Star and it’s always nice to connect within the community. We also had plans to go to a play party afterwords, so I had something fun on underneath my sweaterdress and coat.

I like going places with Sir where we can be “ourselves” because I like our dynamic and I like sharing that with other people. I don’t mean to say that I enjoy showing off (okay, maybe a little) but rather that I really love being able to be submissive to him in interactions that are just not exclusively with him. We talk a lot about the framing of our relationship and how the paradigm is really more of us using the frame of “boyfriend/girlfriend” as sort of a disguise/more palatable way of explaining ourselves on top of our “dominant/submissive” dynamic. So, it’s nice to just sort of go to a place and casually be Sir’s sub. It was enjoyable to put things on his plate for him, to fill his drinks for him, to sit patiently on his knee while he talked to someone.

At some point in the evening, I was feeling a little awkward (I really only knew Sir, Star, and Star’s partner but just barely) and was keeping to myself when Sir said he wanted to have Star show him how to put me in a harness. I got up and walked onto the carpet, where Star asked if I felt comfortable removing my dress.

For a minute, I hesitated, but then removed it and handed it off to Sir. “Thank you, Ivy,” said a guy I then realized I recognized from New Year’s a year ago. Aka, he was the guy who Sir totally messed up my game with. “I’m sorry,” he added, “am I allowed to look? That’s just…that’s super.”

I blushed. “Yeah, you can look. It’s fine.”

He gestured to the two girls sitting with him on the couch. “We like your stockings.”

“He gave them to me,” I said, pointing to Sir.

“Aren’t they nice?” Sir asked, turning me so the people on the couch could get a better look. He’s got this funny little ringleader/auctioneer streak where, when we’re in a group of people who are of our inclinations, he likes to show off. I can’t even pretend that I really mind all that much.

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