Me: So I kind of had dirty thoughts today at the gym about you, me and SG having a threesome.
Me: And you like fucking me hard from behind and directing him to fuck my face.
Craftsmate: Aww, look at that, Sweetheart wants all the attention from the boys.
Me: Hmph, stop.
Craftsmate: Aww, did I make your little cheekies red?
Me: Stop ittttt.
Craftsmate: Don’t think it’s gonna be easy like that for you. Just because there are two boys you think they’re both going to fuck you?
Me: Uh huh.
Craftsmate: Maybe we’re going to make you sit by the TV and spread your cunt.
Me: YOU’RE SO MEAN.
Craftsmate: And during the commercials we’ll take a few looks at your slutty hole all dripping wet with need.
Me: Nuh uh.
Me: It’s not fair.
Craftsmate: Yeah? Well, then you’d better dress the part. You know how slutty clothes can get you some attention.
Me: I’ll dress really slutty, I promise.
Craftsmate: But honestly I think the best role for you is to use you as a service slut to kneel on the floor while we drink and watch TV.
Me: It’s not fair. This was my fantasy.
Me: I want all the attention.
Craftsmate: Girls who are greedy for attention often end up with none at all.
tease
Bear with me on this one, guys. It’s a little humiliating.
The other night, using this prompt, Craftsmate put me in a crotchrope with my arms tied to my sides. Before blindfolding me, he asked me for a number between one and twenty.
“I don’t know,” I replied, giving as much of a shrug as the rope would allow. “Sixteen?”
Cue sixteen minutes of Craftsmate going between teasing one of my nipples and rubbing the knot in the crotchrope over my clit. The sensations that produced combined with the fact that he has been teasing me pretty mercilessly for the past few days resulted in me quickly tripping into a pretty delirious state where I completely lost track of whether he was on my nipple or my clit.
The time dragged on until finally the alarm on his phone went off, signaling I’d managed to endure the sixteen minutes. Somewhere between exhausted and immensely frustrated, I managed to doze off only to, according to Craftsmate, literally be woken up by the sound of my own moaning.
Apparently, he had walked in to find me writhing around in my sleep, hands opening and closing, body arching up against the crotchrope. According to Craftsmate, I was muttering things like “please” and “yeah” which, you know, isn’t embarrassing at all. (Spoiler alert: It is.)
He slipped into bed beside me and started gently teasing me, until, yeah, my moans legitimately woke me.
So, ah, that’s what’s up, I guess.
“Women should be obscene and not heard." – Groucho Marx.
Mostly, because she knows the wastefulness of it all drives him crazy.
And she likes doing just that.
Daddy says some girls grasp subtlety better than others.
There’s a learning curve.
Easing out the Kinks, Part Four
In the staircase of his apartment, a place that Penthouse promised was seldom used, he had me unzip my coat and lift up my sweater.
Carefully, he removed the clamps from my nipples one by one. When the first one came off, I barely stifled a scream. I don’t usually wear clamps for an extended time and though there was a somewhat pleasurable aspect of the feeling of the blood rushing back into them, I’m not as much of a masochist as I am a submissive.
He placed them into his pocket and sat down on the stairs. Pulling me into his lap, he stroked my hair and told me that he was proud of me. Once I had my composure back, he pulled me up to my feet and made me perform the endlessly humiliating task of grinding on his knee.
I knew I was wet, but I wasn’t aware of just how aroused I was until I was doing that, hoping nobody decided to forego the elevator and use the stairs. My cheeks were flushed when he asked me if I wanted him to use my pussy. I nodded a little too eagerly.
“Hm,” Penthouse looked me over and smirked. His hands lowered to my hips and he bucked me a bit harder against his thigh. “I think you’re too little for that, sweetheart.”
I pouted and tried to turn away from his grin, attempted to keep my head off of how badly I wanted him, and focused on the sound of the opened belt of my coat, clanging against the stone steps of the emergency stairwell.
Easing out the Kinks, Part One
Penthouse picked me up a little before lunch today. I was a bit nervous about the whole day after some issues of communication and feelings, but I was happy to see him nonetheless for the first time since my visit to Penthouse Land. Craftsmate was going to be joining us after lunch, so we had a little time to ourselves.
As we were walking to his place, we picked up with a little playful banter and I jokingly gave him a little shove.
“Do it again,” he asserted, grinning threateningly down at me in that way that makes me blush and shiver whenever he does it. He’s got over a foot on me and a set of broad shoulders that gives his presence a sense of menace and authority.
I pouted and followed him as he chuckled, “you’re a spoiled brat.”
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Seven
Once he had finished flogging me, Craftsmate reached up and tilted his lamp so the light hit my cunt. Pulling up a chair, he sat down in front of me and calmly pulled my labia apart. He picked up a roll of duct tape and started to tape me open, securing my labia to the inside of my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled around the gag. He ignored me and started to tease his fingers over my terribly exposed pussy.
Eventually, he picked up a knife and traced the dull end over my labia, slit and clitoris. I practically jumped through the roof, unable to contain myself as he continued to violate my helpless pussy with his fingers and the knife. I shuddered every time he pushed the dull end against me, my eyes wide and my fingers fluttering uselessly in their bonds.
Flash Forward #4
StandardCraftsmate and I come home from a party only to immediately head into my bedroom. He asks me what I want to do and I shrug, lying back on my bed. Suddenly, a smirk crosses his lips and he picks up my razor.
“Do you want to tonight?” he asks.
We had been talking about him shaving my pussy for a few weeks now. I have never had anyone shave it before and the idea was really exciting for me, but both of our schedules had been busy until this point, with the semester being over.
We put down a towel on my bed and he fills a cup with water. I decide to put some music on and take my clothes off, lying down on the towel. He strips down as well, grabs my sewing scissors and positions himself between my legs.
“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but your pussy’s really cute,” he says as he starts to trim the excess hair away.
He’s meticulous, which starts to work me up. Every so often, he sets the scissors down to rub his thumb over my clit. I alternate between singing along to the music, begging him to just put the scissors down and touch me, and grinding up against his thumb.
I get more desperate when he finishes trimming, pours the cold water onto my pussy and starts to spread shaving cream over my shivering body. However, he continues to take his time, carefully drawing the razor over my lips and mound in slow, deliberate strokes.
When he finishes, Craftsmate teases his fingers over my now smooth, bare lips. He picks up some lotion and starts to rub it onto my pussy when I say, “I think I need some here.” I gesture to my clit and he chuckles.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, lowering his lips over my clit. I nod eagerly but he tilts his head, kissing up my thigh instead.
I whine and try to arch myself up to meet his mouth, but he persists. By the time he finally indulges me, I am almost too delirious to acknowledge it right away.