Kitties just do better in pairs.
It’s a fact.
Kitties just do better in pairs.
It’s a fact.
Sir and I keep talking about what I’m going to wear for this whole potential threesome with SG.
I think I just got an idea.
“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless and transforming.” – Alice Munro, Runaway.
You all might be getting sick of me posting latexy lingerie all the time
BUT OH WELL.
Vaunt | limirsmath
Hello Kitty duct tape.
Latex lingerie.
Pretty black rope.
Heart pasties.
There is so much to squee at in this picture, I don’t know where to start.
I want the kind of life where I can just run around in pretty things like this all day.
I wish I could follow up on the offers I make.
But a few hits in, I’m just a whining mess of, “ow, nope, nope, nope.”
I’m kind of a wuss.
Confession: Sometimes, I look at pretty latex clothes and catch myself thinking about how they might feel.
One morning, he wouldn’t get out of bed and so I climbed up onto him like this. He didn’t shove me off, it’s the only position he seems to really feel submissive in. His eyes always get all wide and sweet and eager.
I pushed my panties aside and told him to lick my pussy. With my knees, I trapped his arms under me. From experience, I know he can push me off easily, but he didn’t move to topple me. Instead, he obeyed. He was a really good boy.
Eventually, I rolled off of him and told him to crawl over and lick my pussy. Instead, he snatched up some rope from the floor and grinned, rolling me onto my stomach.
“Nooo,” I whined, “you’re supposed to lick my pussy.”
“Yeah?” he mocked, “I’m supposed to lick your pussy?”
I buried my face into the sheets and pouted as he finished knotting off the rope around my wrists. Honestly, I wouldn’t have known what to do if he let me keep domming him. When I used to dom Switch, it was super easy because he wasn’t really my “Sir.” We just played around and messed with the roles. And since he was more of a sub than a dom, I could be a meanie and he’d love it.
With Sir, I don’t know. I’m not brave enough to push into further domme territory. And so I was a little grateful that he took over, even if I did get punished.
He says since today’s “Hump Day,” I get to pick one of my pillows…
And, well…
It’s awfully crass.