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Just so.
Um, maybe I’m kind of interested in this.
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Hi tumblr, apologies for the inactivity. We’ve been, well, busy.
(Agh this post is super, super blushy but Sir is having me write it so bear with me because ugh it’s so blushy I can’t.)
So, Sir decided that since we’re moving into a new sort of dynamic, I have a few lessons to learn so that I can be a good slave. The first, today, was that my holes needed to be filled up when they weren’t in use.
He taught me that the order was ass, mouth and pussy. The ass came first because I had to remember that my pleasure comes second. The mouth comes second so that I can get the gag wet with my pussy. And then the pussy is last to make sure I’m all filled up and I don’t forget what my holes are for.
It was the afternoon and I didn’t have anywhere to be for a bit, so I bent over on my bed and put my metal plug in my asshole. Then, I laid down and got my pussy all wet, rubbed my cock gag into it and gagged myself with it. And then I slipped Mr. Purple deep into my pussy, but didn’t turn it on.
It was a little overwhelming, how full I felt. I couldn’t even sit down because the pressure was so intense (I’m a very little girl) and so I was stuck either lying down or kneeling. But Sir said he was very proud of me and I was proud of myself. Usually, when it comes to doing stuff to myself on my own, I wuss out and don’t carry it out. But I just wanted to be a good girl.
I’m looking forward to learning more lessons.
It’s date night, honey, and you have to be a good girl for me.
Listen, if you bought me those shoes, you could put whatever you wanted in my butt.
I miss my tail.
Full Service, Part Seven
Craftsmate rolled me back over onto my stomach, setting the vibrator back underneath me and turning it on low. Carefully, he pulled the plug out of my ass. However, I got a bit too excited and clenched on it as he was pulling it out, which resulted in it feeling awful unpleasant.
Gently, he pushed a finger into my ass and started sliding it in and out. I moaned, burying my face in the sheets as he turned the vibrator on high.
“Come on,” I mumbled, my voice barely a whine. “Just fuck me, please.”
I craned my neck to look over at him. He was smirking, a little sparkle in his eye as he pumped his finger a little harder. “Fuck me, who?” He turned the vibrator off and set it aside.
“Oh, God, please fuck me, Sir,” I whined, squirming against his finger. Suddenly, he withdrew it and I heard him ripping a condom wrapper open.
He tugged my body to the edge of the bed and entered me with a rough thrust. With his hips, he pushed my legs further apart and started pounding into my cunt. Despite the way my body was being rocked against the bed and my efforts to thrust back against him, I managed to rest my head down on the sheets and felt myself grin.
It’s so nice when you get what you want.
Full Service, Part One
Submitting out of the bedroom didn’t begin on the strongest note: I was late to meet Craftsmate’s train. However, he was understanding and we greeted each other warmly.
Gently, he took hold of my face and asked me if I knew what to call him today.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly and he grinned, pushing my hair from my face before reaching for my hand.
I was careful to walk a step behind him as we continued down the street. It was a gesture that he had expressed to me in the past was something he enjoyed. When he informed me that he had noticed, I was surprised at how proud I felt.
He waited until we were in relative privacy to check the second stipulation of how I was going to greet him today: that I would be plugged. Once he was sure the street was empty, he stopped me firmly before reaching down and pushing firmly against the handle of the plug through my jeans. With a smile, he took a moment to grope my ass before motioning for me to continue walking.
Usually, I tend to take charge when we’re going around my town. It’s my stomping ground, after all. And so it was an interesting exercise to allow him to lead, to gently prod him along by saying “it’s that way, Sir” without merely taking charge and directing him myself.
While we were on the way to get something to eat, we were walking in the street next to a narrow stretch of curb about a foot wide. Without saying anything, he took hold of my shoulders and gently guided me over to walk up on the curb and out of the road. There was something so possessive and sweet about it.
At lunch, I poured out his soy sauce for him when I saw the sushi was about to arrive at our table, making sure to serve him before myself. We’re usually pretty “to each his/her own” about this sort of stuff, so I found I had to make a conscious effort to remember to be of service to him.
And, believe it or not, I kind of liked it.
It was the first time I had been fucked while I had something in my ass.
We were rough, almost urgent. He fucked me while standing at the side of the bed, holding my legs up against his shoulders and chest. My wrists were tied in front of me. I got subspaced rather fast, falling so deeply I could barely talk.
He kept me there with slaps, with fucking me so hard I cried out, by clamping my nipples and making me hold the chain with my teeth.
Lately, I’ve found that despite some of the roughness involved in the dynamic, there’s these glimmers of sweetness in it that makes me feel close and safe and loved.
“I need you closer,” I gasped out, the chain falling from between my lips.
He leaned down, continuing to fuck me roughly, and kissed my lips and forehead sweetly. And, all kinds of overwhelmed, I melted just a little bit.
“Do you want to be a very good girl for me, sweetheart?”
The text came in about an hour before Craftsmate was supposed to arrive. I had just showered and I had just slipped on my clothing. I picked up my phone and texted back: “Always.“
I like when he shifts to that tone with no warning and texts me something like that. It makes me feel owned and dirty in the best way.
"Then wear your plug for me when you leave the house. You’ll be walking around the neighborhood with me with it in you.”
I hesitated for a moment before texting back: “Yes, Sir.“
I slid my shorts down to around my knees and took my plug and lube out. Carefully, I lubed up the plug and my asshole, taking my time as it had been a little while since I last wore it. I slid the plug in carefully and pulled my panties and shorts back up. After making sure I had stopped blushing and taking care to straighten my shorts, I went to do my hair, barely able to ignore the fullness in my ass.
When he arrived, he didn’t ask if the plug was in. As we walked to lunch, I stopped when we turned onto a basically empty street and guided his hand to my ass. He had to lean down a bit and applied some pressure to the plug, drawing a low moan out of me.
"What a good girl,” he grinned, waiting until we had reached another empty expanse of street to once more apply some firm pressure to the handle of the plug and make me squirm. “Do you feel all filled up for me?“
I blushed and nodded.
“Well, good,” he replied, brushing some of my hair off of my shoulder, “because you’re leaving it in for when I fuck you later.“ He smirked, relishing taunting me, “think you’ll feel just too filled up then? Is it gonna be too much? You’re so tiny, after all.”
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.)