Dramatic lighting because because.
This one’s for Daddy, but I guess you all can look, too.
me
My Daddy bought me “Hello Kitty” stockings and they’re kind of the best things ever.
(I had to be a sneaky girl to make this (I get no privacy around hereee) and so I had to keep my day shirt on in case I needed to cover up fast.)
But I have a feeling this does not detract from the wiggly joy I’m trying to express here.
Those are grass imprints on my thighs and calves.
And, yes, my toes are dirty.
Because that’s what happens when you take a little girl to the park.
It’s shark week (yuck).
I watched Sharknado today, appropriately enough.
I’m horny and fidgety and whatnot. (Not because of Sharknado.)
So here’s a gif.
Guys, the gif function is overwhelming and difficult.
So, I got a little brave and sent this picture from the other day to a pretty girl.
And I’m coping with my exhibitionist rush by posting it here too before I come down from it and blush and hide for days.
A little something to thank you all for the kind messages regarding the recent mountain of stress I’m climbing.
As you can see, I’ve been…destressing.
And giving in to a certain boyfriend’s promise of cookies if I posted this.
Yes, the plug is turned sideways. Yes, there’s some super humiliating stuff written on my body. Yes, I am blushing right now.
(Had Craftsmate photoshop the background to tears because I’m a moron who thinks somebody is going to recognize my bedsheets.)
Since I’ve been brave lately.
This is my tail, gifted by Craftsmate.
It’s fake fur, attaches to the handle of my butt plug and makes me blush like no other.
Meow.
Chained, Part Seven
“I love how she stays up on her toes,” Popcorn said.
Penthouse got down on his knees and tied my legs together at the ankles. He patted my calf before standing back up. “Can you stay up until we’re done with you like a good girl?”
I nodded, biting down on the corners of the gag as Popcorn hit me with the flogger.
I’m proud to say I did.
Chained, Part Six
Popcorn and Penthouse bent me over the bed and took turns spanking and flogging me, making me yelp and squeal into my ballgag. I squirmed when they stroked the skin, blushing in response to their chuckles and little quips about how fun it was to do this to me.
“Do you want to get caned?” Penthouse asked me and I heard him rummaging for something.
I moaned, nodding and trying to look over my shoulder. I had never been caned before, but I couldn’t manage to crane my neck to a degree to fully see it beyond watching something long and brown swish through the air and collide with my ass.
Having seen other caning pictures and now seeing my own ass: guys, those pictures must’ve taken a fuckton of caning. And it must have HURT LIKE CRAZY.
But I liked it. I loved the stinging, I loved the way they rubbed over it afterwards, and I loved the way they cooed over how red it was.
“She’s a good girl,” Popcorn commented at one point.
Penthouse reached up and patted my hair, smoothing it off my face. I looked up and saw his grin. “Yeah,” he replied, “she is.”