Sir says I’m not allowed to have any secrets,
and not like I’d have anywhere to hide them.
sir
Me: I just found this really awesome playlist of badass grrl music to break windows to.
Sir: So what are you doing with it?
Me: …cleaning.
Overwhelmed, Part Two
After what felt like an eternity of just sitting there, Sir looked over to me. “Come over here,” he said, pointing in front of him.
I rose to my feet and moved over in front of the couch, standing in front of him and SG. Sir reached forward and placed his hand on the side of my leg, patting it gently. Unsure where to look or who to look at, I wound up just going between the two of them nervously. Picking up the bit gag, Sir had me lean down so that he could place it between my teeth and buckle it behind my head.
I pouted a bit at the fact that I was being silenced so soon in the game, but I knew it probably wouldn’t last long. SG reached forward and pinched my nipple through the thin fabric, twisting it until I groaned in protest.
“On your knees,” Sir ordered and I obeyed, kneeling in front of them. Confessedly, I hadn’t expected the whole thing to get quite so kinky right off the bat, but SG was totally on board as Sir passed him one of my cuffs. They each took a hand and buckled them on, before Sir attached them behind my back and pulled me back up to my feet.
SG stood as well and Sir grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me against SG. His hands wandered over my breasts before roughly yanking one side of the lingerie I was wearing down. SG reached up and started once more to pinch my nipples, while Sir gathered up my hair in his fist.
“Give him a kiss,” he said, tilting my head up to face SG, who was grinning ear to ear. “Give him a kiss for coming to play with you.”
“I can’t,” I mumbled around the gag.
Sir laughed and tightened his grip, “do the best you can.” I huffed and leaned up, essentially touching my gagged lips to SG’s. I felt him chuckle against my mouth before he kissed my lower lip almost tenderly, considering the situation.
“That was kind of cute,” SG said as Sir pushed me back over to the couch, releasing my hair as I stumbled onto the cushions. As soon as I settled, though, he took hold once again and pushed me until my cheek was touching the fabric and my ass was up in the air.
“You stay there,” Sir ordered, “while I show SG some nice things to hurt you with.” With that, they left the room.
I’m a kitty that sheds.
StandardSir: So I found blonde hair stuck in one of my jeans zippers.
Me: Winning.
Overwhelmed, Part One
There was this moment, in the middle of eating lunch with Sir and the Southern Gentleman, that I actually acknowledged what we were going to do when we got back to Sir’s place. It was odd, we were at this point of sort of actual comfort and contrived conversation. Like, yes, let’s discuss how good American Hustle was. No, let’s not talk about how I’m getting spit-roasted in roughly an hour.
When we got back to Sir’s place, he told me to go get changed and I disappeared into his bedroom. As I slipped out of my clothing, I could hear them talking and laughing in the living room. I was wearing something that I can’t really describe as much beyond a lacey, bowed, mesh, thonged leotard (photo for reference), a pair of fishnet thigh-highs and a pair of black pumps. The heels were just a little too big for me, and so when I walked out into the living room, I stumbled a bit.
Sir’s living room has these tall windows and I told him that morning that I was feeling a little brave and I wanted them open for this. I figured not too many people would be able to really tell what was going on, especially with the futon being so low to the ground.
The corners of Sir’s lips turned up in a smirk, but he tried to stay nonchalant. He gestured to the futon, which was already folded down. “Go sit.” He and SG were drinking whiskey. An effort, perhaps, to continue to carry off the whole casual thing.
I moved over to the futon and sat down. At first, I really couldn’t look at them, I was too nervous. But when I got up the nerve, I saw that while Sir had managed to look unconcerned, SG’s eyes were darting over to me every few seconds. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Sweetheart,” Sir said, “spread your legs, would you?”
I blushed and looked away once more as I moved my knees apart, and they continued to talk.
I’ve never been able to sleep through the whole night with someone holding me. I fidget too much or something doesn’t fit right or I just need some space.
He’s the first and the only person I can do this with. The first time I woke up like that, I was shocked. Now, we just default to this.
Is it bad that I sometimes want to troll Sir by – at some point, in some way – walking in on him with the girl he’s been seeing and being like, “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT’S GOING ON OH MY GOD YOU TRAITOR YOU PIG I TRUSTED YOU YOU MONSTER bahahahaha just kidding carry on.”?
I’m teasing Sir on Skype right now.
This was what I wore, with fishnets, during a certain threesome with him and SG that I need to work up the nerve to write about already.
(Please ignore the bruise on my inner thigh, I dropped a freaking kettlebell into my lap.)
Jennifer Lawrence kissing Lana del Rey
SIR. SIR. SIR. SIR.
Edit: Sir has informed me that this is actually not Jennifer Lawrence, but Lana del Rey’s sister. Sigh and whaaaat?
The Party Sub, Part Eleven
I wish I could say that the evening ended on this amazing note and Sir and I came home and fucked each others’ brains out. But this wasn’t really the case. I had a wonderful night, but a lot of things compounded by the end of it made it a little rough.
I was tired, subspaced and starting to experience a pretty extreme sub drop. I was feeling some shame. When Sir and I tried to fuck in the loft, I couldn’t even get wet. I sucked his cock, but I kept getting distracted and nervous. There were some people up there messing around as well, and for the first time I was hyper-aware of it and it made me really insecure.
So, Sir just let me lie down and he held me, kissing me behind my ear and letting me come down from everything. Star came upstairs and cuddled up with us, and at some point the three of us just fell asleep.
When we woke up, I got dressed and Sir and I gathered our things and left. In the cab back, I started to feel better and even a little proud of myself. While I had left the party being quiet and a little short, by the time we were on the road, I was chatting and gushing and going over the night.
While I dropped a little bit the next afternoon, in the weeks that have passed, I realized how brave I was and how I really opened up to this new experience. If nothing else, I’d say I totally went all-in.
The takeaway is I’m kind of addicted to these sorts of parties and next time, I’ll know a little better what to expect and how to handle all of it. Because, yes, I’m going to make sure there’s a next time.