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.