Damn you, Craftsmate, for making me have to rehang half of my dresses and jackets that morning.
But, okay, yeah.
It was a good morning.
rope
I want to be kept with the rest of your possessions.
Something to be simultaneously cherished and cast aside.
Look at the way she dips her had back, the serene expression on her face despite the anxious tension in her hands and feet.
She’s trying to push past her doubts and expectations to allow herself to revel in it all.
I’ve been her. Over and over.
Playdates at Heart’s are equal parts fun and scary.
But that’s what you get for putting off work to have a playdate.
It’s going to take a lot more to get me to hold still for much longer, Daddy.
What a lucky girl she is to be gagged with such a pretty scarf.
Recently, the Redhead, Craftsmate and I were at an event with some readily available candles. We were all sort of goofing around about it, but we each wound up taking some afterwards for “personal use”. The shifty glances the three of us were giving each other were kind of priceless.
As the evening wound down, I shoved a bunch into Craftsmate’s shoulderbag.
“Did you take any for yourself?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t have my backpack, where would I put them?”
He smirked, “I have a few ideas where you can put them.”
Currently, they reside in the top lefthand drawer of my desk.
They have to get creative with the squirmy ones.
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.