I want it until I get all this performance anxiety about being perfect and pliant and keeping everyone happy.
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Me.
Sir went to an event recently with some of the people from the New Year’s Party we went to. I’m glad he’s building a community. He’s really all about building a community and going to munches and talking to people.
I kind of just prefer taking my clothes off in a crowded room and getting to know people that way. I’m not as good at subtlety, I guess. Or small talk.
I know someone who doesn’t mind being the pass around party slut.
Me me me it’s meeeeee.
I need to go to another party.
I’m getting addicted to feeling brave.
You know what they say about diminishing returns.
I literally just told a guy that I’m “more of an Upper Floor girl than a Public Disgrace girl.”
So I guess that’s just how I flirt now.
The Party Sub, Part Eleven
I wish I could say that the evening ended on this amazing note and Sir and I came home and fucked each others’ brains out. But this wasn’t really the case. I had a wonderful night, but a lot of things compounded by the end of it made it a little rough.
I was tired, subspaced and starting to experience a pretty extreme sub drop. I was feeling some shame. When Sir and I tried to fuck in the loft, I couldn’t even get wet. I sucked his cock, but I kept getting distracted and nervous. There were some people up there messing around as well, and for the first time I was hyper-aware of it and it made me really insecure.
So, Sir just let me lie down and he held me, kissing me behind my ear and letting me come down from everything. Star came upstairs and cuddled up with us, and at some point the three of us just fell asleep.
When we woke up, I got dressed and Sir and I gathered our things and left. In the cab back, I started to feel better and even a little proud of myself. While I had left the party being quiet and a little short, by the time we were on the road, I was chatting and gushing and going over the night.
While I dropped a little bit the next afternoon, in the weeks that have passed, I realized how brave I was and how I really opened up to this new experience. If nothing else, I’d say I totally went all-in.
The takeaway is I’m kind of addicted to these sorts of parties and next time, I’ll know a little better what to expect and how to handle all of it. Because, yes, I’m going to make sure there’s a next time.
The Party Sub, Part Ten
Sir brought me upstairs and had me lie down with my head resting on a pillow and my ass up. He teased his fingers over my butt and down the back of my leg, leaning in to kiss my thighs. I thought he was going to eat my pussy from behind, but instead he leaned in and started to lick my asshole.
I blushed and buried my face in the pillow. Sir’s never done that before, mostly because I’m way too squirmy about the whole thing. It had been a while since I’d been rimmed, but I found myself squirming back against him.
After a while, Sir pulled back and started spanking me. I took it and felt myself start to get overwhelmed by endorphins once more. By the time he stopped and told me to hold the position, my head was fuzzy and I was getting sleepy. With that, Sir walked downstairs and left me to wait with my ass in the air.
Some people were messing around fairly close to us and when he got back, Sir asked them if I had been a good girl.
“Yeah, she was,” one replied, “she’s a very a good girl.”
I grinned into the pillow.
The Party Sub, Part Nine
After I had my bearings back from having been hogtied on the floor, I asked Sir if I could get into the hot tub. He gave me his permission, so I stripped my stockings and lingerie off and walked over to the tub. There were a bunch of people huddled in there, but they made some room and I slipped in.
My head still felt kind of fuzzy from all the endorphins and the subspace, and so I wound up sitting there and not really talking. I curled up, pulling my knees into my chest, but I couldn’t really get comfortable. I felt small and I just wanted to be held, but I was having a lot of trouble articulating it.
Besides a guy saying he was impressed with me for being a newbie to this stuff, I couldn’t really make myself interact with anyone. I was just a little overwhelmed and I think I might have been starting to sub drop.
So, I got out of the hot tub and a guy gave me a towel. I dried off and went to find Sir, feeling tired and a little low. Sir gave me a kiss and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs because he “wanted to do something for me.”
Naturally, I found the energy to get back up the stairs for that offer.