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Easing out the Kinks, Part Six

Followers, this whole poly thing is very new to me.

There was a lot of stuff unsaid and just a lot of stuff we couldn’t say because Penthouse’s family was hanging around. Stuff as simple as the fact that I was wearing the clamps, which Craftsmate figured out anyway, to the issues that had come up. Of course, the moment we all couldn’t speak freely, I suddenly decided I could handle communication. Usually, the idea of it makes me a little nauseous. I’m a bit too eager to avoid conflict.

So, there we were on the couch. Craftsmate had his arm around me and Penthouse was holding my hand. It was this weird moment where I realized just how new to this I am and just how much I really am playing it by ear a lot.

And so I am always flattered when you all claim I have my shit together and I’m a good example or an expert or a reliable source. But, gosh, guys. I’m stumbling in the dark just as much as anybody else.

Easing out the Kinks, Part Five

When we got back into Penthouse’s, his family was home. I hoped the flush had died down in my cheeks as I hung up my coat and we went to go hang out in his bedroom.

While we waited for Craftsmate to arrive, Penthouse received a text from Popcorn. I asked him to say hi for me and he handed me his phone and told me to say hi for myself. For some reason, for how much bravado I can have with men, I get really bashful when it comes to flirting with women. This is especially the case when it comes to Popcorn, which Penthouse finds hilarious. So, he always tries to encourage me to flirt with her a little.

In the middle of this, Craftsmate called and said he was downstairs. Being a little mean, Penthouse put the clamps on my nipples, though significantly looser, and told me I would have to tell Craftsmate all about it as he tucked the chain discreetly into my bra. While I started blushing, Penthouse and I took the elevator down and found him waiting in the lobby.

I was happy to see Craftsmate, but I was unsure how stuff would pan out after some tensions had arisen a few days prior. He gave Penthouse one of those bro hugs and claps on the back before leaning down to kiss me.

The elevator doors closed and we began the slow climb up to Penthouse’s apartment in what was probably the most awkward, loaded elevator rides ever.

Easing out the Kinks, Part Four

In the staircase of his apartment, a place that Penthouse promised was seldom used, he had me unzip my coat and lift up my sweater.

Carefully, he removed the clamps from my nipples one by one. When the first one came off, I barely stifled a scream. I don’t usually wear clamps for an extended time and though there was a somewhat pleasurable aspect of the feeling of the blood rushing back into them, I’m not as much of a masochist as I am a submissive.

He placed them into his pocket and sat down on the stairs. Pulling me into his lap, he stroked my hair and told me that he was proud of me. Once I had my composure back, he pulled me up to my feet and made me perform the endlessly humiliating task of grinding on his knee.

I knew I was wet, but I wasn’t aware of just how aroused I was until I was doing that, hoping nobody decided to forego the elevator and use the stairs. My cheeks were flushed when he asked me if I wanted him to use my pussy. I nodded a little too eagerly.

“Hm,” Penthouse looked me over and smirked. His hands lowered to my hips and he bucked me a bit harder against his thigh. “I think you’re too little for that, sweetheart.”

I pouted and tried to turn away from his grin, attempted to keep my head off of how badly I wanted him, and focused on the sound of the opened belt of my coat, clanging against the stone steps of the emergency stairwell.

Easing out the Kinks, Part Two

When we reached his apartment, Penthouse and I hung around a little bit and caught up. Eventually, we wound up in his bedroom, curled up on his bed with him trying to make me take a nap.

Which, ah, as you may recall, I don’t usually respond well to.

But I hadn’t had a good sleep the night before and Penthouse had a really comfortable bed. Not to mention he held me down and teased my pussy until I promised to take a nap with him.

So, I managed to successfully nap. Except, then I was super cozy and didn’t want to get out of bed. Somehow, even when I’m obedient, I’m still a brat.

Penthouse had brought his knife home and took it out. He teased it over me while I insisted we stay in bed, which quickly turned into whines and pleas for nothing in particular as goosebumps started to rise on my skin.

“Come on,” he said finally and rose to his feet. “Let’s get lunch.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “Come here.”

I stared at him, incredulous, but walked over nonetheless.

Easing out the Kinks, Part Three

Penthouse was grinning that cat that ate the canary smile when we left his apartment. Underneath my coat and sweater, my nipples were clamped and connected by a short chain that was tucked into my bra. I felt it whenever I moved and even when I was still: a nagging sting that made it impossible to focus on anything else.

“You know what little girls do?” He teased, “they skip. Why don’t you just skip to the pizzeria?”

I shot him a glare, but he just laughed.

When he had sat down to lunch, he looked me over and said, “you must be warm. Why don’t you take off your coat?” Under my coat, I was wearing a thin sweater and unlined bra. Literally nothing would be left to the imagination if I were to do that, so I kept it on and huffed while he laughed every time I hesitated before gingerly moving to take another bite of pizza.

Throughout the course of the meal, Penthouse would teasingly tell me to adjust my posture and I would try to hold in a wince as I straightened my back, applying more strain on my nipples. He made excuses to get me to look behind me, causing my sore nipples to rub against the fabric of my clothing.

For as quietly humiliating and excruciating the experience was, I could feel myself growing wet. And though I whined softly on the way back to his apartment about wanting them off, it was impossible to deny that I was enjoying myself despite everything. This detail was perhaps the most humiliating aspect of the entire ordeal.

Easing out the Kinks, Part One

Penthouse picked me up a little before lunch today. I was a bit nervous about the whole day after some issues of communication and feelings, but I was happy to see him nonetheless for the first time since my visit to Penthouse Land. Craftsmate was going to be joining us after lunch, so we had a little time to ourselves.

As we were walking to his place, we picked up with a little playful banter and I jokingly gave him a little shove.

“Do it again,” he asserted, grinning threateningly down at me in that way that makes me blush and shiver whenever he does it. He’s got over a foot on me and a set of broad shoulders that gives his presence a sense of menace and authority.

I pouted and followed him as he chuckled, “you’re a spoiled brat.”

Spending the day with Penthouse and Craftsmate.

(You guys can argue over which one has the mullet.)

(I vote it’s whoever came up with the idea of threatening to take me to Home Depot if I was bratty.)

(Meanies.)

whyexactly:

…a far away land where good people go

in search of very bad things.

foxesinbreeches:

Boy, Girl, Boy on a Boat by Ryan McGinley, 2007

Sometimes, I can’t help but feel selfish.

Yeah, there’s a feelings rant going up on here. Bear with me or just ignore it.

It just have a much easier time articulating my feelings in writing than I have ever have out loud. Especially in writing not directed to anyone in particular. And this is the only diary I’ve ever been able to keep, so, here goes.

When feelings start to come out, I always feel selfish. That’s how I get. Partially because I worry I’ll be hurting a friendship by inserting myself into the middle of it and partially because he says he doesn’t want or need to see anybody else regularly beyond some threesomes and sharing.

So, because I feel selfish, I don’t articulate myself. Because I am scared of seeming too demanding or needy. And I’ve never been good with conflict. I have this terrible all-or-nothing instinct where I think a single disagreement will completely destroy everything. And so I back out and try to please everyone.

My therapist says in the mess of that, my own feelings get lost. Which is something that goes on in terms of my family, my friends and my activities. I am incredibly cautious with the people I care about and neglect to articulate my needs because I worry somehow I’ll come across as selfish. So, I’m kind of a failure at communication.

The issue is resolved for the most part, but ugh. I don’t know.

Before I left to return to Ivy University, Penthouse gave me a little spanking. It was fun, playful, a little silly.

Thus, my visit to Penthouse land saga ends. Over a month after it happened. But you can’t fault me for taking my time with it.

But, now I’m stuck playing catchup on some hot stuff that’s happened in October and November that I’d like to write about for the dual purpose of this blog being the only semblance of a journal I can keep and because writing erotica for me is hot and fun.

So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed the details of my trip. There’s more fun to come.

heretoenjoy:

Sometimes, play can be playful! Go figure! 🙂

happybdsm:

Daddy makes me laugh, even while he’s paddling my butt.. <3

(Submission via myheadisfullofflames)

Penthouse and I tried puppy play.

The encounter was brief and it made me blush like no other.

My hands were taped up, my legs were folded double as to force me to hobble around on my knees, I was leashed and collared.

I haven’t had a lot of experience with the act and I’ve always been a little ashamed to admit that I like it.

But I really, really liked it.