“You know I win,” he says, “I always win.”
And no matter how much I fuss and pout and argue, I know he’s absolutely right.
lick
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.
I’m a hungry little kitten today.
3 days.
At least he admits it.
The semester’s getting all stressful and crazy right before its end.
But pretty soon I get to be a kitty and relax and focus on little kitty things.
Kitten
Bunniie
&
Isaac Suttell
A little worship is just the best on lazy Sunday mornings.
The first time I ever cried for Sir in a D/s context was when he pushed my face into a plate and wiped food all over my face while I was being a kitty for him. We were dating, right on the cusp of becoming some kind of an official couple, and I react rather strongly to degradation. So, I cursed at him and whimpered and started crying. And then I asked him to do it again.
He says he wants to make me cry like that, but push me harder. Humiliation and degradation aren’t really my favorite things, but mostly because I’ve had some pretty rotten experiences with other people. I want to trust that he will handle the aftercare properly and he won’t trigger anything weird, but I’m scared. He knows it, too, and has been really patient and open and loving about negotiating it.
So I want to be brave when I see him in December and let him push me really hard. In his words, I’ve been “braver and braver” lately and I want to be able to trust him.
He gets like this when I get back from the gym.
He won’t stop teasing her until she asks for what she wants. Clearly, directly. Because he likes brave girls the best.