To write about the inspection Penthouse performed on me the morning before I left is entirely too blushy. I’ve tried. I can’t.

But the blushiest part was probably when he was about to put his finger in my asshole and went to put a rubber glove on.

“Daddy?” I asked, “what’s the glove for?”

He let some lube coolly drip over my ass. “The other boys don’t use it when they play with your little asshole?” I shook my head no and he chuckled. “Well, that’s just silly, sweetheart.”

Holy condescension, Batman.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Eight

Penthouse held me open as he let Popcorn flog my cunt. For the most part, I stayed still of my own volition, trying to affirm that I was the good girl she said I was. Amidst the gasping and bucking, I tried to keep my eyes on her. This left me so incredibly subspaced that I wound up slumping back over once Penthouse let me go.

“Can we use the zipper on your pussy?” Penthouse asked and I nodded, moaning softly.

They pushed me up onto my knees, with my head still resting on the bed and my ass and cunt exposed. Popcorn applied the clothespins over my labia and clit. I was a mess of moans and whimpers as they took turns trying to flog the clothespins off of my cunt.

“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn echoed, “I can’t get over how well-behaved she is.”

Penthouse chuckled, “it’s only because you’re here. Usually it’s all ‘Daddy this’ and ‘Daddy that’." I felt myself blush.

By the time we had finished up, it was about four in the morning. Popcorn gave me a kiss and thanked me for allowing to play with her. After she left, Penthouse brought me some water and helped me into bed, curling up beside me. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, satisfied, and fell asleep to the sound of him telling me how proud he was.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Seven

I made her cum with my fingers. I was on top of her, fingers hooked into her pussy. She had been sort of mewling the whole time and when she came her moans had gotten throaty and uninhibited. Afterwards, her eyes were glowing.

Penthouse joined us on the bed and we all talked. I was a little worn out and I pulled one of his sweatshirts on and curled up in his arms. Slipping in and out of sleep, I listened to them talking until Penthouse told me to go cuddle up with Popcorn.

I crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her, closing my eyes. She reached up, petting my hair. “She’s so adorable,” she said to Penthouse, as if I wouldn’t be able to understand if she had said it directly to me. In her defense, I was tired and mostly mumbling out meek little statements. But, I appreciated the line that was drawn.

Later on, Penthouse had me on my knees beside the bed while they were talking. He outstretched his hand and told me to worship it. Without hesitation, wanting to impress Popcorn, I leaned up and started to kiss his hand.

“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn said.

Penthouse smiled, “want to see what you can make her do?”

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Six

At one point, when I was about to cum, I caught her looking in the mirror over my shoulder.

“Sorry,” she said. “I like to watch myself when I do stuff. It’s kind of my thing.”

That explained, of course, why Penthouse had moved the mirror over when she had come by that afternoon.

A bit later, when I was on top of her and bringing her close, I stole a glance. Then a bit of a longer look. I saw myself, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, my body against hers. It was hot, I had to admit it. Besides the collar and chain, the kink paraphernalia was absent from my reflection this time around and I found it much easier to look at myself.

Baby steps.

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Playdate with Popcorn, Part Five

Popcorn pulled me underneath her and continued to kiss me, guiding my hands to remove her dress. Her breasts were probably a full cup size or two larger than mine and I tried not to grope like a teenaged boy, but I had never encountered breasts that size in person that still had sweet little nipples.

I leaned up and she guided my head to suck on them as she removed my clothes. Once I was undressed, she reached down between my legs and started to stroke at my slit. It was sort of cute, how she slowly started to figure out what she was doing, tried to reverse what she liked so she was giving it instead of delivering it.

She shifted herself so she was grinding against my cunt, sort of scissoring me with her panties still on and I placed my hands on her shoulders. Pulling her closer, I kissed her neck as she worked herself on me.

She angled herself up and my fingers wandered to her pussy. Suddenly, though, she started laughing. When I gave her a questioning look, she clarified:

“Sorry. You just found my clit much faster than boys do.”

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Four

Popcorn came over to find me leashed up to the bed once more. She greeted me and hopped on the bed, sitting across from me with a little smile. However, I could see the blush already rising in her cheeks and I felt just as nervous. We started with small talk, giggling and averting our gaze every so often.

“If you two don’t just give each other a kiss by the time I could down from ten,” Penthouse joked as he took a seat near the bed. “I’ll pull you together and make you.”

Popcorn reached up and grabbed the leash, pulling me into her and kissing me. Her lips were soft, cautious, gentle. She had informed me, while we were talking, that she had never done much with a woman but she had wanted to change that. But, I didn’t want to push and I let her control the pace, also acting off of the fact that I was the one chained to the bed and she was not.

Because of some limits with the guy she was messing around with, she could not play with Penthouse but she could with me. However, I had requested Penthouse be present for my own sense of security. So, he sat a few feet from the bed, watching, which turned me on even more.

As Popcorn deepened the kiss, never letting go of the leash, I tried to angle myself for him, attempting to give him the best view of what was going on possible. This fact, in itself, felt submissive.

Thursday Thoughts.

Craftsmate finally talked me into seeing a doctor today and I apparently have not only an ear infection but also pneumonia. So, uh, that’s that.
I missed one of my classes to go see the doctor and my professor is giving me shit about it. Like, seriously? I’ve apparently been walking around with this shit for weeks and even went to my seminar today so GET OFF MY SHIT.
I’d just like to share I’m participating in No Shave November for THESE REASONS. Also because I’m not supposed to stay in a shower that long now. Except I might shave them tonight. Except I kind of like them hairy. I don’t know. I might try to make it to November 15th just to see what it’s like.
Totally digging all the awesome firsts in Congress right now, though. So that’s good.
Anybody want to take a trip with me to Colorado once my lungs are functional again?
This whole pneumonia experience is teaching me that I need to be more reasonable with myself. Especially now that I’m getting all down on myself for not having gone to the gym in a while because of how crappy I was feeling (which now can be pretty accurately explained) and trying to still burn the candle at every end while I know I am sick as a dog. So, ugh, I need to actively try to learn a lesson here.
I was sexting Penthouse in the waiting room, though. So, uh, I guess that’s sort of a win? Right? A little bit?

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Three

Before Popcorn came over, Penthouse treated me to a little sensory deprivation. Because, yes, that sort of thing is a treat to me. I’m a funny girl like that.

He secured the blindfold over my eyes, tied me down to the bed, and popped the headphones into my ears. He had recorded something rather filthy and entirely too blushy for me to go into too much detail about. But it was really hot, let me assure you.

At one point, he turned the recording off and called up Craftsmate to thank him for the blindfold and the ballgag he had made. I blushed deeply as he did, his hand trailing up my thigh as he implied over the phone that I wasn’t really in any condition to talk.

Shortly after he let me out, Popcorn confirmed that she was headed over. Honestly, the deprivation had put me in about the right headspace. I was incredibly calm and quite ready to submit.

Not to mention very, very worked up.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Two

One of the best parts of my visit to see Penthouse was that I got to see one of my friends from Ivy University who graduated this past spring. She now works in Penthouse’s area and so I ventured off with her for a few hours before the playdate to have a drink.

Of course, I couldn’t keep my mind off of my plans for later. And, even if I only had one drink, apparently I have no sense of subtlety.

“What’s going on?” My friend finally asked, giving me a nudge. “You’ve got that little sparkle in your eye.”

Last night, as a means of procrastinating, I opened up a tinychat to procrastinate work and try to answer questions live instead of in the cold, cruel inbox format.

What I thought would be a little thing quickly mushroomed into a very busy, very lively meeting of the minds – so to speak. Equal parts weird and fun, the tinychat added a dimension to some people who had, up until this time, been simply stories I read and enjoyed.

Things got a little nuts when Craftsmate came over, got out his computer, and joined in. And then when Penthouse hopped online, noticed the post, and joined in on the chat as well. I was blushing the entire time as worlds collided.

And thanks to you all, I went to bed with a red little bum.

Hmph.

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