that time pup was celibate for a little bit

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That Time Pup Was Celibate For A Little Bit, Part Ten

Before the whole break from messing around thing, Pup used to grab my face like this all the time. (He still does now, sometimes when I’m being a brat, sometimes when he’s fucking me.) When I went to show him out that evening, he did it again as I was mid-way through some bratty little comment.

Before he left and after he’d torn my tights up, Pup had gotten up to his feet and stood over me. I was teasing him, making some comment about how I didn’t want to sully his “sacred vow,” when he lightly applied pressure from the heel of his foot into my diaphragm. 

(Hey readers: Don’t try this at home. You’ve got a bunch of fragile-ass bodily infrastructure going on in there. When I say lightly, I mean really freaking lightly. Pup was massively careful with this and I don’t want any of you hurting yourselves on my account, okay?)

I coughed. No matter how hard I tried to breathe in, I couldn’t. I could take little shallow puffs of breath if I really tried to, but otherwise I was effectively cut off. I’d never experienced breath play like that before, and I gasped for breath when he drew his foot away.

“Are you sorry?” He asked.

I couldn’t help myself. I felt my mouth spread into a smirk. Pup’s foot lowered back down and I gasped for breath. 

“You’re a little bitch, you know,” he said and lifted his foot for a moment. I had barely enough time to catch my breath before he moved it back down. “You’re selfish. You deliberately provoke me. You’re a disgusting slut and I am going to ruin you.”

It stopped about there. My eyes were starting to get glassy with subspace. He read the signs and helped me sit up, talking me out of it.

And still, when he went to leave, I made a bratty comment. That’s how I knew we were back to normal.

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That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Nine

The day after Sir left town, I was a little mopey (as I usually am when he does) and invited Pup over to hang out. We had agreed that it was probably for the best that he and Sir and I had not endeavored to threesome that evening. But, we hadn’t totally addressed the whole breaking into a dynamic thing.

Pup and I were hanging around on my couch when the other night somehow came up, and I made some snarky comment about him “breaking his sacred vow.” I was still laughing when he shoved me off of my couch and onto the floor.

“You’re a little bitch, you know that?” He said in a way that made me pause for a moment to see if he was joking or not.

“Is this okay?” I asked. I was still lying on my floor. “Like, are you serious or…?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m good. I’m just playing.”

I nodded, “okay, good, right. Are you sure you want to?” I brought myself up to my knees.

“Yeah.” I went to stand and he stopped me, reaching down to unzip his pants.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Of course the first fucking thing you want is that." 

He grinned and shoved my mouth down on his cock. "Shut up,” he murmured as he applied pressure to the back of my head. I humored him for a few minutes before pulling back and shaking my head. “No, you don’t get off that easy.”

Pup pushed me back down. He got up and swept his foot under my skirt, kicking it up over my stomach. Despite my earlier claim that I really only wore stay-ups, I was wearing an old pair of tights that had a little rip on the thigh. They matched my outfit better than any of my stay-ups and I didn’t actually think I was going to be showing anyone what was happening underneath my skirt. 

Pup crouched down and hooked his finger into the rip. He jerked his hand up, tearing them further until most of my inner thigh was exposed. “I like this,” he said, giving another tug.

“You’re ruining them,” I huffed.

“Aw,” he tore into the crotch. “I think you can still wear these. They look better now.”

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That Time Pup Was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Eight

“I saw you flash your tights at him,” Sir teased when I was putting my coat on to leave.

I smirked. “Stockings. Not tights.”

Pup was on his way out, too, and we figured we’d all walk together since he’s just about a block away from me (yeah, seriously). I’d brought a change of shoes because I didn’t think I wanted to walk home in my heels, but just ended up essentially throwing my shoes at Sir, claiming I could walk in the heels just fine. 

The party was a little bit outside of the area of the city where Pup and I live, so we had a tiny trek ahead of us on a few residential roads that were more or less empty. I was being a little brat as we made our way away from my friend’s place, and I tossed my purse at Sir as well. “Now carry this, too,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

I was still walking when I felt Pup’s hand come up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair. We’d all had a little bit to drink, but none of us were “impaired.” But, the surprise of him seizing me by the hair made me trip a bit, especially combined with the fact that he hadn’t stopped walking. I ended up stumbling along beside him as he said, “you’re being a little brat.”

I grinned and glanced over at Sir, trying to gauge if he was all right with what was going down. I was met with a grin and winked before Pup shook me forward. 

“You’re being a brat.” Pup tilted my head to exaggerate my glance at Sir. “Say you’re sorry.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m sorry.”

“Say thank you, he’s been so nice to you.”

My legs felt a little weak. I hadn’t been co-dommed by two men since the threesome with SG that Sir and I had back in January, and I was nervous and unsure but massively turned on. “Thank you.”

“That’s a good girl,” Sir replied. I giggled and tried to twist away from Pup, but Sir grabbed my wrist. I walked between the two of them like that until we started to see people. 

Sir and I ended up going home alone that night, and probably for the best. It would’ve been a weird way to open things back up with Pup. But the next morning I woke up thinking that maybe things were back open. 

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

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(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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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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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Yes.

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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…