I’m teasing Sir on Skype right now.
This was what I wore, with fishnets, during a certain threesome with him and SG that I need to work up the nerve to write about already.
(Please ignore the bruise on my inner thigh, I dropped a freaking kettlebell into my lap.)
One of my resolutions was more self care and nice things for myself.
So yay a nice cup of tea.
No, I’m not naked in my apartment in this weather. But I figured I’d better take my shirt off to stay true to the theme of this blog.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Seven
So, I should explain first of all what I’d been wearing this time. Partially, to slightly put off what our plans were. I had this piece of lingerie on that’s basically a sexy parody of an apron, along with a pair of fishnet thigh highs and a pair of black heels. (Yeah okay not totally sure why I’m explaining this because there’s a photo right there but…) I was also wearing my new cuffs and my training collar.
So, Sir and I had arranged to Skype with the Southern Gentleman to discuss our upcoming threesome. However, the whole matter of discussing it would be rather limited. When I sat down beside Sir as we waited for SG to join us, he clipped my cuffs together behind my back and slipped my bit gag between my teeth. As much as I squirmed and pouted, I couldn’t deny how immensely aroused I was and how I was sort of relieved that I wouldn’t be forced to actually speak.
Sir tilted the laptop so that I was out of the frame when he called up SG. The two greeted each other and talked briefly. I felt drool welling up between my lips and the gag, and I began to whine when it dripped down my chin. SG must have heard me, because he asked Sir how their “friend” was doing.
Sir grinned. “Would you like to see her?” He turned the laptop so that the camera was facing me. I felt my cheeks burn and instinctively turned my face away, shrinking back into the corner of the couch.
Sir snatched onto my shoulder and turned me so that I faced the camera. SG’s side kept cutting out, but I saw a brief smirk that made me attempt to hide my face again.
“Don’t be shy,” Sir ordered, holding onto my chin. “Be a sweet girl, he’s here to see you. Look at the camera like a good girl.”
I squeezed my eyes shut before taking a deep breath. I felt my drool drip onto my knee and slowly, tentatively, I looked into the camera.
So I was trying to find a Reservoir Dogs “Mr. Purple” gif on tumblr to use.
And then I found this when I tracked the “Mr. Purple” tag.
I can’t stop laughing.
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, my darling.
It’s hard for me not to fuss sometimes about myself and the way I look. But sometimes he takes pictures of me and leaves them on my phone. And I have to stop and look at my body and all its bumps and curves and marks and think the whole thing is kind of a little more than the petty stuff.
I’m staying at Sir’s an extra day.
Here’s something to tide you all over before my return.
Meet Mr. Purple.
Surprises from my Daddy are the bestest.
Especially when they coincidentally match my outfit!
It’s Tuesday, which means I have to write on myself for Sir.
(That’s what you’re seeing on my breasts.)
And it was a great, productive, encouraging day, which means I get to have some alone time with some of my favorite corners of the Internet.
While he was here, Sir fucked me from behind until I came and promptly fell asleep.
He picked up my cell phone and took a few photos of me napping to show me when I woke up.
This one was my favorite.
Hey Heart,
Sir and I just got inspired and decided to take this one for your collection. It took us forever to figure out how to angle the webcam to actually get this, but I think we worked it out.
<3,
My heart swelled when I saw this for the first time. Thank you. <3
Ugh. I miss him.