Potential graduation presents/motivation to get this degree done.
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Leftovers, Part Seven
Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.
By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.
He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.
That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.
Wherever we are, I want to always feel helpless to your desires, a victim to your lust.
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Leftovers, Part One
A few days after Thanksgiving, Sir and I went to a get-together Star was hosting with some other kinky/poly people to eat leftovers and hang out. Sir’s a little bit more familiar with and closer to these people, but I like Star and it’s always nice to connect within the community. We also had plans to go to a play party afterwords, so I had something fun on underneath my sweaterdress and coat.
I like going places with Sir where we can be “ourselves” because I like our dynamic and I like sharing that with other people. I don’t mean to say that I enjoy showing off (okay, maybe a little) but rather that I really love being able to be submissive to him in interactions that are just not exclusively with him. We talk a lot about the framing of our relationship and how the paradigm is really more of us using the frame of “boyfriend/girlfriend” as sort of a disguise/more palatable way of explaining ourselves on top of our “dominant/submissive” dynamic. So, it’s nice to just sort of go to a place and casually be Sir’s sub. It was enjoyable to put things on his plate for him, to fill his drinks for him, to sit patiently on his knee while he talked to someone.
At some point in the evening, I was feeling a little awkward (I really only knew Sir, Star, and Star’s partner but just barely) and was keeping to myself when Sir said he wanted to have Star show him how to put me in a harness. I got up and walked onto the carpet, where Star asked if I felt comfortable removing my dress.
For a minute, I hesitated, but then removed it and handed it off to Sir. “Thank you, Ivy,” said a guy I then realized I recognized from New Year’s a year ago. Aka, he was the guy who Sir totally messed up my game with. “I’m sorry,” he added, “am I allowed to look? That’s just…that’s super.”
I blushed. “Yeah, you can look. It’s fine.”
He gestured to the two girls sitting with him on the couch. “We like your stockings.”
“He gave them to me,” I said, pointing to Sir.
“Aren’t they nice?” Sir asked, turning me so the people on the couch could get a better look. He’s got this funny little ringleader/auctioneer streak where, when we’re in a group of people who are of our inclinations, he likes to show off. I can’t even pretend that I really mind all that much.
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In a strange twist of events, Sir now wants to identify primarily as my Daddy. If I ever get around to explaining what’s happened since Thanksgiving, this might make a little more sense.
I’m going to do such dirty things to you.
Pictures like this make me freaking melt.
Here it is, tumblr. The last photo from our special overnight get-away together. It’s a mutual favorite and I’ve been holding onto it for that reason.
It’s hard to post this because I feel a little like I’m letting go of something. It’s hard to explain.
But instead of mourning it, I’m going to remember how I felt when this photo was taken, having sex with him while facing out a window overlooking the city where we fell in love.
Me: Isn’t this gif cute?
Pup: There are a very particular set of people who find that image cute.
I just realized it’s honestly been forever since I’ve worn my ball gag.
One day, I’m going to get good at multitasking.
One day.