Hi can I just dress like this every second of every day?
thigh highs
Last night, for the first time, I watched Sir experience the sort of feelings I’ve been going to in facing our ethical non-monogamy.
When it comes to Daddy, Sir never has a problem. I’m not sure if it’s just that Daddy is a girl or that Daddy and I have been friends for a while, but Sir has always been encouraging and unintimidated about my relationship with her.
But, last night, Sir expressed that he wished I hadn’t stayed out so late with him, even if I was only out until 12:30. When he followed up by saying he might feel safer for me if he met the guy I was seeing, he stopped himself and decided he wasn’t sure whether or not he would actually want to meet him. As we talked, I saw glimpses of the jealousy and fear I had been experiencing with him.
And, as awful as that sounds, it felt great.
Sir sees two other girls besides me, though I am his primary partner, his girlfriend, etc. While I know what I mean to him, it is always difficult to be one hundred percent secure in my place in our relationship. I’m sometimes worried he’ll decide someone is better or that I could be replaced. And now to be the one in this position where I watch my boyfriend trying to figure out the security of his place in our relationship while I just sit back and enjoy is some selfish fun. It’s nice to feel sexy and desired and not the one worrying back at home.
What’s more, I’m hoping this will make us both more empathetic to each other’s concerns. I’m learning that yeah, just like I wouldn’t replace Sir with this guy, Sir won’t replace me. And he’s hopefully learning that my fears are not irrational at all.
I know I am behind on posting about just about everything but here’s a gif that reminds me of the person I’m seeing tomorrow and I am so excited to see him that it’s literally making it impossible to sleep.
Is it weird that I find the way that guy is touching her arm and holding her hand to be hotter than the fact that there’s a guy licking her pussy?
Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”
Sir’s got a big job interview thing tomorrow. So, naturally, I called him up and made sure he was going to bed. And bright and early tomorrow, I’m making him call me to confirm that he’s up and ready and alert. Because part of serving him isn’t just all the sexy stuff, and I’m very glad to do it.
I like this ropework a lot.
I love simple stuff that keeps me basically immobile, things I can just squirm in.
I’m a big girl, Sweetheart thinks to herself, as she tries on the unfamiliar lingerie and makeup. I’m gonna work in a big girl club. I’m gonna take extra shifts and earn lotsa money and make Daddy proud and and…
“Sweetheart,” his voice interrupted. “How many times do I have to tell you not to go through your big sis’ drawers?”
Some pictures tell such a lovely story. Me and Zara, years ago, playing until we fell asleep as the sun came up.
Um. Can I have a slumber party like this sometime with somebody?
(Agh this post is super, super blushy but Sir is having me write it so bear with me because ugh it’s so blushy I can’t.)
So, Sir decided that since we’re moving into a new sort of dynamic, I have a few lessons to learn so that I can be a good slave. The first, today, was that my holes needed to be filled up when they weren’t in use.
He taught me that the order was ass, mouth and pussy. The ass came first because I had to remember that my pleasure comes second. The mouth comes second so that I can get the gag wet with my pussy. And then the pussy is last to make sure I’m all filled up and I don’t forget what my holes are for.
It was the afternoon and I didn’t have anywhere to be for a bit, so I bent over on my bed and put my metal plug in my asshole. Then, I laid down and got my pussy all wet, rubbed my cock gag into it and gagged myself with it. And then I slipped Mr. Purple deep into my pussy, but didn’t turn it on.
It was a little overwhelming, how full I felt. I couldn’t even sit down because the pressure was so intense (I’m a very little girl) and so I was stuck either lying down or kneeling. But Sir said he was very proud of me and I was proud of myself. Usually, when it comes to doing stuff to myself on my own, I wuss out and don’t carry it out. But I just wanted to be a good girl.
I’m looking forward to learning more lessons.