Sorry my queue was a hot mess and spitting stuff out tonight, guys.
I promise I’ll finish up the story about New Year’s and get into the fun details about my recent threesome.
But I’ve got a lot of stuff on my plate right now.
<3, Ivy
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A little over a year ago, I made a certain someone cum by being the sauciest little brat possible. And looking at this picture brings back fond memories of that evening.
“If you want to call me ‘dolly,’” I said, “you have to treat me like one.”
“I don’t already treat you like my doll?” he asked. “Just because you’re my dolly doesn’t mean I can’t treat you rough.”
“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire,” – A brilliant title of a collection Charles Bukowski’s writings and my general attitude lately.
Full Service, Part Two
I should begin by saying I hate reading the things I write. Even if I think it’s well-done, I try to avoid hearing my words read aloud, either in my voice or someone else’s. It makes me feel too transparent. I can’t really explain it.
Except, I’ve never had anything dirty I’ve written about someone else read aloud. I’ve had dirty little notes I’ve written to people read back to me, and sometimes I’ve even been forced to read them aloud myself. But, it was always in my voice and about me and what I wanted.
All that said, I really, really enjoyed Bright’s reading of my story. Not only because it was removed from me and about a fictional couple, but because Bright did it damn well. It was sexy and adorable and sweet.
So, Craftsmate decided to see for himself how much I enjoyed it. He ordered me to pull it up on my phone and he plugged in a pair of headphones. After I put them in my ears, he hit play and watched with a smirk as I listened to the story.
Somewhere in the middle, I can’t tell when, I closed my eyes. And, somehow, Craftsmate wound up holding my face in his hand while pushing the thumb of his other in my mouth. And, yes, I wound up sucking it.
Usually, I am really good at wriggling out of stuff. I’m fairly flexible and I have very little hands, which makes for relatively quick escapes from even the most ornate arrangements.
So, when I asked Craftsmate to tie me up and make escape as close to impossible as he could, I was still expecting to be able to get out in time to have lunch in an hour.
“Now, don’t go easy on me,” I chided.
That morning, Craftsmate heeded my request tenfold. He tied my wrists together with rope, ran one cuff through the rope, and tied the other off to the bedpost. He wrapped my arms, at the forearm and elbow, in duct tape. He tied my ankles together with rope and anchored it to the foot of the bed with a line of zip ties, which he seemed to delight in pulling tight until my body was stretched taut over the bed. He taped my vibrator against my clit and proceeded to loop my thighs in tape to prevent me from removing the vibrator. He then covered the knots in the ropes that held my wrists and ankles with tape and looped my hands in it until they were reduced to useless little fists. Finally, he blindfolded me and strapped on my ballgag before taping over it.
While I did manage to get the gag out of my mouth and shake the blindfold off, no amount of squirming could loosen any of the ropes or dislocate the tape. Although I had cleverly gotten Craftsmate to give me some water, which I proceeded to spit out onto the tape holding my forearms to loosen its hold, its removal made close to no difference.
What’s more, the vibrator on my clit was doing its job at keeping me distracted. I found I could not manage more than twenty minutes without having to stop struggling and just enjoy the feeling of it.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Craftsmate would say with a smirk. “that’s right. You just take a little break.”
When I managed to get the tape off of my fists, Craftsmate only turned the vibrator onto high to make my task more difficult.
“Why don’t you just relax?” He asked, “you know you can’t get out. Why don’t you just enjoy this and endure the consequences of begging me to let you out?”
I was stubborn. Needless to say, I missed lunch and almost three hours later I finally begged him to let me go. In exchange, I have to allow Craftsmate to do this again.
Only next time, he says, he knows a few ways to make it “better.”
Gingerrkitten
Now that I’ve got your attention.
This orally fixated girl is looking for this cartoon/drawing that pops up here on cumblr every so often. I’ve been scouring the Internet for it, but to no avail.
It’s this faux vintage instruction pamphlet with a woman getting really thoroughly gagged. Like she has a swimming cap on her forehead and has tape/gauze wrapped around her head. There’s terribly condescending commentary – the best kind – written next to each image in this little cartoon instruction set.
Hopefully someone knows what I’m talking about and can lend a hand?
It’s for the sake of knowledge.
I know Ms. Ellie/belliehops isn’t always too enthused when the porn/sex blogs of tumblr reblog her but I hope she’ll forgive me because oh my gracious.
Gasp – Ellie
shot by Allan Fredrick
Sweet spot porn.