Hey tumblrinas,
I hope you rang in the new year in the way best befitting how you’d like to spend the rest of it. 2017 was, at turns, both incredible and exhausting. But I received some amazing career news the other day that I’ve been basking in all weekend. And it’s not a terrible note to start 2018 on in the least.
So here’s to doing good stuff, cutting out the bullshit, putting positivity out into the world and flipping the House of Representatives.
<3,
Ivy
The vibe of this gifset though. I kink damn hard on this sort of intimacy.
But, could somebody fix me up with some latex panties and thigh highs, please?
Not all of getting ready is getting dolled up.
“A world without clocks and cell phones.”
That feeling.
The marks might last a day or two – mementos to their togetherness in a world of his crafted making. A world without clocks and cell phones, only trust, hope, fear, love. The things that remain when everything else is torn away.
She cherished her marks as reminders of what was real.
Last night, Craftsmate came over and we chilled a little bit.
Somehow, I wound up hogtied.
Yep.
I let him use a few of my winter scarves and he had put me into an all right hogtie, considering the materials. He blindfolded me with another and wound up gagging me by rolling up one of my face towels, threading it between my teeth, and knotting it behind my head. This was, surprisingly, terribly effective as it held my mouth open and pressed my tongue down, rendering me capable of essentially just a few whines and grunts.
He sat up next to me on my bed and told me that if I was uncomfortable with anything, I could just shake my head hard and grunt three times and he would let me out. I should clarify that Craftsmate and I are basically two kinky people goofing around and not sexually involved, for a few rando followers who asked and for whoever else is thinking I’m about to get laid or something.
Instead, the asshole tickled me. If I moved too much, he spanked me fairly lightly. If I tried to struggle away, he would reach down and pinch my ass through my shorts. Hard.
So, while there were no handprints, as the picture would imply, there were a few little pock marks on my butt where Craftsmate pinched it.
What a jerk.
He tells her that all the staff gets spanked like this when they haven’t met standards.
They don’t.
But she’s not too bright, so she doesn’t complain very much.
The anticipation…
