Sir and I have agreed that we need one of these now. Just to balance stuff out.
sensualsub:
arousingly submissive
Photo by Alexey Aloisov
Sir and I have agreed that we need one of these now. Just to balance stuff out.
sensualsub:
arousingly submissive
Photo by Alexey Aloisov
The Party Sub, Part One
It was the first time I was wearing garters and I had bought entirely the wrong kind of stockings for them. They were thigh highs, but I was in such a rush that I didn’t ensure they would attach correctly to the bustier I was wearing. So, they took a while to force and my first few attempts were fruitless. By the time I reached the party, all but one had detached themselves.
I was incredibly nervous as Sir and I rounded the block towards the apartment. The past week, I had looked over the Facebook event and at the faces of people and how everyone seemed to know each other. I realized, aside from maybe three people that we knew, Sir and I would be walking into this cold.
Otherwise, everyone seemed to know each other, seemed so unreasonably attractive, seemed to totally have their shit together. Sir and I were on the younger side for the group and both had some anxieties about entering into what seemed to be a pretty established little posse.
The structure of the party was that prior to midnight we’d have time to mingle with people before the clothes came off and the fun began. But, I’m pretty awful at mingling, especially if there’s some kind of an agenda behind it. Not to say I had an agenda, but to say that it would be kind of hard to avoid that these people would be naked in a little over two hours.
“Don’t be so nervous, sweetheart,” Sir said as we approached the door. I fidgeted with the remaining strapped garter under my dress and it snapped off of the stocking.
We buzzed ourselves in and started up the stairs. In front of the door was a rack for shoes and another for our coats. After we had shed both, I gave Sir a kiss and he reached out to knock on the door.
The best eyefucks are the subtlest ones.
So, I went out with my friends today and bought a cute lingerie set for our crazy New Year’s Eve plans.
I figured everyone would be wearing black and red and whatnot, so I figured I’d wear something white. My dress is black, and I figure it’ll be a surprising reveal to take off the dress and have a sweet little white thing on. I’d get more specific, but I’m trying to surprise Sir.
It’s super sweet and virginal-looking and I’m a sucker for that naughty innocence and corruptibility narrative so I’m pretty excited.
I’m the fussiest girl ever. And knowing that, having my clothing bunched around one of my wrists, stuck there because I was cuffed, would drive me absolutely nuts.
I don’t own any goofy Christmas lingerie.
Maybe I should remedy that.
I can’t sleep and Sir’s already asleep and I miss sleeping beside him. I promised that the first Christmas we have together, I’d let him put me under the tree like this. But, upon consideration, I think I might be way too fussy for that.
It started on his couch.
When we were just play partners and nobody knew, we’d be hanging out with friends and he and I would gravitate to the couch. He’d reach over and tickle my feet or pinch me – both of which drove me absolutely crazy.
We spent nights up far too late on that couch talking – one excruciatingly late in particular – and I realized I’d befriended a really special person. I had no idea how important he’d become to me, how much I’d come to care for him, how I would just be so stupidly fond of him.
It’s been a wonderful year and I’m a huge cheeseball and whatever.
Now imagine my surprise and jealousy when I text Sir saying I’m almost done with finals (done nowww)
and he texts back saying he had three girls tied up on his couch last night.
Lucky dog.
🍪 you can leave cookies out for me instead this year, okay? Okay. 🍪
Brb currently covering my apartment in cookies.