Sigh.
I wanna go camping.
roarieyum && things to come
2011 coach moon
public
It was bad enough that she had disobeyed Daddy and went to meet that boy at the park, dressed in that little dress and the heels Daddy had said were too grown-up for her.
Maybe the amount of makeup she had put on could be forgivable, if only for how her precious efforts had made her look more than a little silly.
But the fact that she wore Daddy’s special plug out? She’d better hope she doesn’t get caught.
Just a picture of some Ivy in the woods.
Soon. Promise?
How I wish we could pull this off.
So, Craftsmate and I celebrate six months next weekend.
And we’ve decided to go on a hike to fulfill a mutual fantasy.
I’m a very lucky girl.
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Nine
When he had finished speaking with the domme, Craftsmate grabbed ahold of the chain between my handcuffs and hitched it up before letting it rest behind my head. As a result, my arms were tugged up and out of the way, hands left to rest on either side of my neck. As I whined into my gag, he hiked my shirt up and fished into his pockets for my nipple clamps from earlier.
He slid the clamps on and smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He pulled me closer and tugged down on the chain. “Aww, does that hurt?” I squealed and nodded. He chuckled. “Well, good.”
Somewhere in the middle of squirming around on the couch while Craftsmate tortured my nipples, I wound up making eye-contact with the guy who had been whipping the girls. He had been watching rather intently while Craftsmate fiddled with the tightness of the clamps, tugged the chain, pinched at the exposed bit of nipple past the end of the clamp. I whined lowly and straightened up a bit, feeling as if I had to comport myself a bit better if another dom was watching me, if not to legitimate Craftsmate’s authority a bit more.
The man smiled and just continued to watch. Craftsmate tugged the chain hard and I screamed behind the rubber cock in my mouth, my eyes squeezing shut from the pain. When I blinked my eyes open, the man’s grin had only curved higher and he was hardly masking a chuckle.
Later, I told Craftsmate about it.
“Oh, yeah,” he said like it was no big deal that a complete stranger had been watching him torture me while I was basically topless. “Whatever. There were people watching you the whole time. When I walked you around the club, when I was watching that girl get whipped.”
Followers, I just can’t.
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Eight
With the blindfold off, I could see the room had a few clusters of people. In one corner, as I had been told, a girl was being hit with a rather nasty whip. In another, a domme was running a knife over a bound man’s chest. I looked over to Craftsmate and he grinned, tapping the flat rubber end of my gag with his index finger. “Is that better?” I nodded.
I nearly jumped when I heard a voice on the other side of me. “Oh, she can see now,” said a girl seated on the couch beside me, presumably to Craftsmate. I felt my cheeks reddening under the hood and realized that people had been looking at me while I was blindfolded.
Craftsmate smiled and clapped my knee, “yeah. I figured she would want to watch.”
Before I could even recover from the humiliation of one person talking right about me as if I wasn’t even there, the domme who had been doing the knifeplay walked over to the couch. She introduced herself to Craftsmate and the two started to have a conversation, all the while I sat there in a silence enforced by the large rubber cock sitting on my tongue.
At one point, she looked over and smirked at me in the sort of acknowledgement that, while I was in this position, I wasn’t going to receive any kind of formal greeting. The degree of condescension in her smile was indescribable.
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Seven
After a little bit, Craftsmate and I decided to head over to one of the play areas. Before we sat down, he put my hood back on plus the blindfold and gag in front of everyone and I blushed so hard my cheeks burned against the material covering them. Taking hold of my leash, he escorted me over to a couch.
My feet were starting to become a bit tired from the heels on my boots and there was a growing stumble in my step, so I was grateful when he had me take a seat before I felt him sit down next to me. Around us, I could hear people talking but I could barely make out the conversation.
Craftsmate cuffed my wrists together in front and leaned in close to me, whispering through the spandex of the hood over my ear. “Do you like that everyone can see you like this?”
I whined around the rubber cock in my mouth and he stroked my forehead as if he were petting the trapped hair beneath the hood.
He continued to explain to me the layout of the room, the people inside of it. His hand rested on my knee and I felt a bit more grounded and secure. Otherwise, the noises and the conversation was a bit overwhelming.
“There’s a girl getting beaten over in the corner. Everyone’s watching this guy with his whip,” Craftsmate explained, “do you think I should volunteer you next? I’m not sure you could handle it. It’s pretty mean-looking.”
I buried my covered face in the crook of his neck and groaned.
He chuckled, “fine, sweetheart. Do you want to watch, too?”
I nodded and he reached up, unbuckling the blindfold.
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Four
Craftsmate reached down my stockings and removed the vibrator. He took off the clamps and rubbed some of the ache out of my nipples. He pulled my collar on before I heard the click of the leash being attached. After taking some time to pull my skirt back down and straighten out my clothing, he let my arms down. I had an opportunity to stretch them out before he locked them behind my back with a pair of handcuffs.
“All right, let’s go,” Craftsmate said and pulled on the leash. I groaned softly and followed, stumbling a bit as I adjusted to walking with most of my senses partially or completely taken away.
He stopped and applied gentle pressure to my shoulders, encouraging me to sit on what I soon found was a chair behind me. Sitting down as well, Craftsmate looped an arm around me, rubbing my shoulder while I swore I could hear him talking to someone. The hum of conversation was around us and I hung my head, unspeakably humiliated. I could barely tell who was talking to who before he helped me back to my feet, looped an arm around my shoulder, and let me out into what I deduced was the main crowd of people.
I stumbled a bunch, shaky on my boots and practically hobbled by the idea of how many people were probably seeing me like this. I nearly knocked into someone and I heard some voice say “lovely” from behind me. I tried to convince myself that they weren’t referring to me and that this place was big enough and that maybe people were too wrapped up in their own business to notice some girl being led around the dungeon on a leash, handcuffed, hooded, blindfolded and gagged.