A bad case of the squirmies.
panties
“You haven’t updated your tumblr since Wednesday?” Craftsmate asked.
I shrugged, “I’ve been busy.”
“Well, I think it’s something you should be doing every day,” he said. “Or I’ll punish you.” By the way he was smiling, I wasn’t sure if this was an excuse to just punish me or a way to motivate me to write about some of the really blushy stuff that has happened lately.
But, ah, that’s a thing now. So keep your eyes peeled: I’ll be giving some fun updates now that I’ve caught a little bit of a break from work.
What do I have to do to wake up to this? Because she’s the smiliest and prettiest.
And the very, very worst is when Daddy makes her wait.
Whatever do you mean?
This has brat written all over it.
La Niña Santa by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello
Just another photo that reminds me of the birthday boy.
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.)
A clever way to combine the imperative of ease of inspection with the little brat’s desire for pretty pink panties.
All we need now is a built-in moisture sensor over the cunt and a remote-controlled e-stim device for punishment over the clit and she could almost be permitted out in public.
Hiding forever.
Sweetheart goes to meet Daddy’s friends and learns that some icebreakers are considerably more awkward than the name game.
I’m usually pretty awful at routines, confessedly. But, Craftsmate’s developed one lately that’s managed to somehow fix my horrible sleep patterns and drive me completely insane. Essentially, since Sunday, he’s been having me come over to his place at night, strip down to my panties and a t-shirt, and lie on his bed with my face down and my ass in the air.
I have to pull my panties down and wait while Craftsmate takes his sweet time applying lubricant to my asshole and his fingers. First with one finger, then two, he gently starts probing and thrusting into my asshole. Sometimes, he will rub my clit, but he’ll never let me cum. He does this with a rubber glove on, knowing that it only adds to the humiliation of the entire ordeal for me. Because, yes, I find the whole anal inspection thing to be completely humiliating.
When he has finished, he blindfolds me and has me pull my panties back up. Then, he puts me into the crotchrope arrangment he did on Sunday – with my wrists tied at my sides and the tiniest bit of slack to helplessly flutter my hands on either side of my pussy in an attempt to relieve myself. He teases me for a little while before tucking me in and leaving me there to go do work or watch television.
By the time he comes to bed, I’ve fallen asleep that way: bound, blindfolded, teased, always vaguely aware of the push of the knot in the crotchrope against my clit. In the morning, he teases me a bit more, unties me and only removes the blindfold after he has inspected how wet I had gotten during the night.
I don’t know how long this routine is going to last and I kind of like how much I simultaneously despise and enjoy it. Every morning I ask him if that was the last time and try to convince him that I’ve learned my lesson, but part of me is almost relieved when he tells me no and informs me of what time he expects me that night.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go blush for about six years after sharing this.
Sometimes rope pulls
tighter on your mind
than it does on your skin.