That Time Pup was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Six

(So, I’m reposting this as text since the person I reblogged the image from wasn’t particularly pleased about having my weird sex life written about on it. Totally fair. If you’re reading this – another sorry.)

The last time Sir had seen Pup was during the whole accidental blood play fiasco. He knew that Pup and I were seeing each other a little but that Pup’s breakup had put stuff between him and me on hold.

My friend was throwing a party and expressed that we could bring whoever. Originally, I was just going to take Sir but that day he and I ran into Pup and I ended up inviting Pup along. I don’t know why, and I was instantly freaking out after. Obviously he wasn’t going to start penetrating me in front of my friends, but I wasn’t out to everyone and I wasn’t sure how to juggle the whole thing at all. Also, I kept worrying I’d overstepped with Sir and kept asking him every ten minutes, “are you okay with this?”

Pup did everything right about coming to this party. He showed up a little late, didn’t touch me inappropriately. I was getting myself a drink when I noticed him and Sir out of the corner of my eye, sitting together on a couch and talking.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Pup looked kind of nervous, like he was talking to my father instead of my boyfriend, or maybe even like he was talking to my boyfriend, but either way I kind of laughed and walked into another room.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” A friend asked, gesturing through the doorway, “that’s Pup.”

I nodded, “yeah. That’s him.”

That Time Pup was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Seven

I made my way back into the other room after a little while to find that Pup had gotten up to get a drink. I sat down next to Sir on the couch and asked if talking to him went okay. “Yeah, totally fine,” Sir replied.

Pup came back and sat down in an armchair a little to my left, but still angled so he could look at and talk to Sir and me. I was about to talk to him when someone else came over and asked, “I’m sorry, aren’t you cold in that dress?”

“Oh no,” I chuckled. “I’m fine.”

“But aren’t your legs cold?” she asked.

“Nah,” Sir interjected, “she’s wearing tights.”

“They’re not tights,” I said, “they’re stockings. I don’t really buy tights anymore, just stay-ups.” And because I’d had a little bit to drink and I was feeling a little bit brazen, I hitched up the side of my dress, giving Pup a full view of my leg and the top of my stockings. For good measure, I shot him a little smirk.

That Time Pup Was Celibate For a Little Bit, Part Five

Pup was leaving my place one night when somehow I figured out he was carrying his knife on him.

“You’re not supposed to be,” I badgered. I had been leaning up against my door while he was putting on his boots.

He got up to his feet. “Says who?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “why are you even carrying it?”

“Because I want to.”

Feeling a little coy, I asked to see it. I jumped a little in my skin when he flicked it open. When he took hold of my hand and unfolded my fingers, I froze. Carefully, he pressed the knife into my palm, making sure not to break the skin.

“Pretty sharp, huh?” He was grinning.

I blushed. “Uh huh.”

My face was still burning when he left.

That Time Pup Was Celibate For a Little Bit, Part Four

Pup and I started on this trend of getting together to study, flirting, and then parting ways before we did something regrettable. Usually, we went to a cafe or another neutral place, as if we were following those 1950s sex ed videos that tell you not to get alone in cars with the opposite sex. But, one night, he came to my house.

Halfway through, the topic of plot inconsistencies in porn came up and how that sort of stuff can ruin a perfectly good porn. So, I brought up an example and somehow we ended up watching it. You know. For research purposes.

The only problem was that I forgot how absolutely hot the video was otherwise, and so I’m stuck sitting there kind of awkwardly getting turned on next to a person I’m attracted to but can’t do anything with. We were mostly just talking and joking about it, but every so often we’d get really quiet when stuff got particularly hot. So, I’m trying really hard to behave and I was debating turning the thing off when thankfully Pup spoke up first.

“I didn’t realize men don’t actually hold off that long when I first started watching porn,” he said. We’d been speaking previously about starting a porn company and focusing doggedly on storyline in our videos, spitballing silly hypotheticals.

“Duh,” I replied, “number one, it’s their job, so they master that shit. Number two, maybe there’s a fluffer?” I felt myself blushing and elaborated, “kind of always thought it would be hot to be a fluffer.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, like a universal one for a studio,” I said, kind of pausing a moment to gauge his reaction before continuing, “like just get tied up somewhere, have people come over and get themselves hard on me, you know.”

“Tied up like that?” Pup asked, gesturing to the girl in the video. She’d been secured on her back, thighs flat up on her torso, feet near her face.

I blushed. “Yeah, maybe like that.”

“I think you’d like that,” he teased. “We start making porn, fine, you’re the fluffer.

"Do you have any idea how wet I am?” I asked.

Pup reached down the front of my jeans. He smirked and drew his hand back. “Pretty wet.”

“Yeah,” I huffed. “Pretty wet.”

There was a palpable energy in the room, a full and heavy silence. We didn’t want to mess anything up by going too quickly. But, goddammit, tumblr.

That Time Pup Was Celibate For a Little Bit, Part Three

I should preface this part with the fact that a running thing Pup and I had before the whole celibacy thing was that he would jokingly threaten to show up at my office during my office hours and make me suck his cock. The idea of that kind of degradation made me endlessly blushy, and I would pout and insist that he would never, ever do that kind of thing. Obviously, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop him from using the idea to make me wet.

Once, he’d been over my house and, while we were sitting on my couch, brought that threat up because I was being a brat. His hand slid up my dress and he touched me while I begged him not to do it and apologized for being such a bad girl. He smirked and stopped before I could get off from it. When he left, I found myself embarrassingly wet.

Anyway, that evening I had agreed to meet up with Pup and do some work at a cafe. The place was crowded, but we found a row of counters facing a wall and sat down beside each other. Pup seemed to be doing all right, all things considered, and we more or less went about our work for the first hour or so.

Then, at some point, I’d made some bratty comment to Pup because the first rule of everything is that I’m 200% brat.

“I swear to God,” Pup said. “One day I’m going to come to your office and do whatever I want with you.”

I laughed. “You can’t. You’re celibate now. I wouldn’t want to tarnish your purity.”

He reached under the counter and put his hand on my leg, easing my skirt up a bit. “When I’m not anymore. I’m going to make you regret it.” He teased his hand over my thigh, “and you’re going to be very sorry.” His hand stayed there, no matter how much I pouted.

And that, my friends, was how I awkwardly left a little bit of a wet spot on a cafe chair. (Which I like totally wiped up and it’s a metal chair so it was fine okay.)

That Time Pup Was Celibate For a Little Bit, Part Two

I didn’t want to cross any boundaries or make stuff awkward, so I tried to give Pup space. However, this was a little impossible when he kept turning up everywhere. I encountered him on the street, on campus, on the way back from running errands.

It’s really hard to maintain boundaries when the person won’t just disappear. Even harder when you’re attracted to them and you’re trying to be very good and you don’t want to get involved in their breakup sadness because you’ve got to take care of yourself, too. And it’s especially hard when your tendency is to want to care for other people, but this is just totally not the time or place.

So, when Pup asked me to join him to get coffee and study together, I decided to make sure we were in a public place where basic boundaries could be maintained. Because, yeah. You can’t say I didn’t try.

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That Time Pup Was Celibate For a Little Bit, Part One

It was late September and stuff with Pup was going pretty well. We got along with each other to a degree that we were able to just hang out and talk, and we had a degree of chemistry that also kind of made it impossible to just talk. Because his girlfriend had other partners, he was both used to seeing poly women and he understood perfectly his place in reference to Sir. He was super respectful of my relationship and we were having a great time so naturally something had to go wrong.

Pup and his girlfriend were having problems and they were – without laying out his dirty laundry on the Internet – of the wow-we-may-not-actually-be-compatible nature which is heavier/crazier/worse than the whole poly-isn’t-working problems. They broke up. Pup was, understandably, a mess.

There was the awkward issue of what that implied for us that I wasn’t sure how to bring up. I wanted him to take care of himself. I came over to try to talk about that, we ended up trying to mess around, and it ended absolutely horribly. It’s hard for me to write about my partners and portray them in a negative light to the peanut gallery of the Internet, but let’s say that the next day he left a letter at my place saying how he’d fucked up.

On my way to a party, I made a quick stop at his place and we talked through the whole thing. Pup wanted to be celibate for a little bit to avoid any more hiccups so, eventually, he could pick stuff back up without ruining it while he was dealing with this. I agreed, we hugged, and I felt much better about the whole thing.

Except we’re a couple of sluts, so…

There’s a picture on Pup’s phone from the first time he tied me up. I’m curled up on my bed, head resting against the mattress, face covered in my hair. I’ve got an oversized t-shirt and a pair of terrycloth shorts on. It was the first time he slept over. We didn’t have sex.

By the time he took the picture, I was worn out and we were winding down. He’d come over and I had shown him my toy bag. The thing has grown into a whole duffel of stuff, which is really quite a leap from the makeup bag it started as.

He tied me down and put my blindfold on. He went through the bag: admiring the collar Sir made for me, discovering I can handle the clover clamps on my labia but not my nipples, then discovering I couldn’t handle either clamp I owned on my tongue, putting the bit-gag Sir made me in my mouth. He found my knockoff hitachi and pushed an orgasm or two out of me while my nipples were clamped and I was whining out a series of “oh fug oh fug"s through the bit-gag.

He took off the blindfold and the clamps and retied me on the bed. I sucked his cock. We were still kind of learning each other. Sometimes he bit me a little too hard and I was still figuring out what he liked during a blowjob. Honestly, I liked that it wasn’t totally figured out yet.

When he asked to take the picture, I was worn out and about ready to go to sleep. He untied me, gave me some aftercare, and we went to bed.

At a munch, he (with my permission) showed my friend the picture. She commented that it was different to see me that way; nice, even. She said, and her words still kind of stick with me, that she’d never seen me vulnerable that way.

I’m going to my first official legit play party without Sir tomorrow night. It’s the first time I’m ever going to one without him. He took me to my very first one and I’m a little anxious to not have him there to watch out for me and take care of me.

Instead, Pup and one of his partners (I WILL GET YOU CAUGHT UP I FREAKING PROMISE) and I are going there together, and I’m talking to Sir about all the blushy stuff I’m allowed to do there. Naturally, the conversation is dipping into kind of Daddy/little territory.

A highlight I’m squirming like crazy over is: “Fine, you can cum twice but only in public and if you suck that boy’s dick in front of everyone.”

Eep.

I’m really, really bad at riding dick and being on top.

I’ve mostly been in a position where my partners are like oh yeah I just want to pound into you from behind and this has been great by me because that’s my favorite.

But lately a certain somebody’s pulled me on top a few times or made me ride him. Sometimes, he purposely puts me in a position where I can’t get any leverage and then punishes me for it. But, sometimes he just pulls me on top and I’m like idk bounce bounce bounce.

So, I guess I’ve got to get a little better at that so I can actually enjoy it and not spend the whole time wondering if I’m doing it right.

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That Time Pup was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Six