He calls me his Queen of Coney Island.
me
My training collar.
Blush.
Happy Halloween, followers!
Here’s a little something
- because I’ve been absent this week
- because there’s now 2000 of you (whaaaaaaaat)
- because Sir and I can’t stop joking about this
Basically, he had three fingers working on my g-spot and he was making me cum over and over. And I didn’t ask to cum so he kind of abruptly stopped.
He was trying to make me blush by playing back the larger audio file that this came from, but I just wound up laughing over this. He says my little princess came out. Hmph.
So, enjoy? Maybe?
<3, Ivy
Spent a pretty solid amount of time today sans pants.
Whatever.
Being a Brave Girl, Part Two
When he took the first picture of me presenting, I couldn’t look at him.
“Come on, kitten,” Sir coaxed. “Look at the camera. Smile.”
Nervously, I turned my head and straightened my posture. But I couldn’t figure out how to hold my face. In the picture, I look anxious, unsure, like I’m trying hard to please but I’m not quite sure how. Still, he was proud of me.
He set the phone down and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me over a nearby chair so I was kneeling with my face buried in the seat.
“Wait here, girl. I’ll be back to use you in a minute.”
The door closed behind him. I was so excited I could barely keep still.
A quick, blushy update from Sir’s.
He says he likes this picture best because of how devoted I look.
Mind the photoshopping and the black circle over my face. Gotta keep some stuff secret.
Copycatting my favorite bunny.
A bunch of meanies are making me share this with you.
It’s my little voice.
(I’m getting a puppy for this. Not a woof-woof puppy. Well, actually, I guess I could make him woof…)
The way you play with me like a child.
Sir: That sweatshirt’s new. Is that from Daddy?
Me, blushing: Uh huh.