So, yeah.
What he said.
Blush.
She thinks she’s been brought here to suck cock, so the duct tape is scaring her. She’s not sure what it’s for. What she doesn’t understand is that she’s been brought here to suffer, and the tape’s going to go over her pussy and mouth to make sure she doesn’t enjoy herself.
The one who’s been brought here to suck cock is still in the trunk.
True story: I think about being the party bitch sometimes. Having things served off of me, carrying trays, being forbidden from wearing a single stitch of clothing. I’d simultaneously enjoy and despise being left to the whims of a nicely dressed, otherwise bored gathering of people.
She hates being thrown into the pot as collateral, since he wasn’t a good poker player to begin with.
A while ago, Craftsmate and I were in bed together, spooning, when the topic of the whole Daddy/little dynamic came up. He’s not into it at all. While he respects the fact that I like it, he just doesn’t understand it.
“I spoke to Penthouse about it,” he said, “and he said it kind of added a dimension of guidance to the normal dynamic. Like a protection thing. And it makes me think that you feel like I can’t protect you.”
I felt my stomach turn over. It’s not like that at all, it’s a classic case of the way we sometimes interpret things in wildly different ways. We joke that we’re the same Myers-Briggs type, but there are some moments where we don’t connect and some signals get crossed.
And while Craftsmate told me the other day that he is completely at peace with the whole thing now and is totally fine with it, it still stings that he thought I felt that way.
Fussy girl.
Kitty thought she was doing so well.
But she’d completely forgotten
No pets on the furniture.
It’s hard sometimes negotiating dynamics.
So, Craftsmate and I are involved in what can be considered a “vanilla” relationship (boyfriend-girlfriend) and a kinky BDSM (chocolate?) dynamic. And I’m happy about both of these. But sometimes we have trouble finding a balance, if that makes any sense. I feel like it’s the basic Secretary-style problem of “we can’t do this everyday”/“why not?” sort of problem, except both of us seem to embody both of those opinions at once.
So, I guess I’m soliciting some of you guys here: how do you do it? Most of my relationships either had very bedroom-only BDSM dynamics and several of my “serious” BDSM arrangements have not been with primary partners. Sometimes, it’s hard to figure out where one dynamic ends and the other begins.
Contributions, anecdotes and advice would all be appreciated. You guys seem to have it together, so lay some wisdom on me.
“Sweetheart, what were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Nothing at all.”
See, I’d want to be something like this for you.
But I’d need the reassurance that you would stroke my hair every so often after you put your drink down.
I don’t want to just be a table. I want to be your table. The best fucking table you could have. Even if and when I mess up.
“Every man winds up with the horse that suits him.” – Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Still waiting on my orgy.
Happy Birthday to meeeeeee.
(Juss kiddin’. I don’t need an orgy to make me a happy birthday girl.)
(But it wouldn’t hurt.)