visit to penthouse land

Before I left to return to Ivy University, Penthouse gave me a little spanking. It was fun, playful, a little silly.

Thus, my visit to Penthouse land saga ends. Over a month after it happened. But you can’t fault me for taking my time with it.

But, now I’m stuck playing catchup on some hot stuff that’s happened in October and November that I’d like to write about for the dual purpose of this blog being the only semblance of a journal I can keep and because writing erotica for me is hot and fun.

So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed the details of my trip. There’s more fun to come.

heretoenjoy:

Sometimes, play can be playful! Go figure! 🙂

happybdsm:

Daddy makes me laugh, even while he’s paddling my butt.. <3

(Submission via myheadisfullofflames)

Penthouse and I tried puppy play.

The encounter was brief and it made me blush like no other.

My hands were taped up, my legs were folded double as to force me to hobble around on my knees, I was leashed and collared.

I haven’t had a lot of experience with the act and I’ve always been a little ashamed to admit that I like it.

But I really, really liked it.

To write about the inspection Penthouse performed on me the morning before I left is entirely too blushy. I’ve tried. I can’t.

But the blushiest part was probably when he was about to put his finger in my asshole and went to put a rubber glove on.

“Daddy?” I asked, “what’s the glove for?”

He let some lube coolly drip over my ass. “The other boys don’t use it when they play with your little asshole?” I shook my head no and he chuckled. “Well, that’s just silly, sweetheart.”

Holy condescension, Batman.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Four

Popcorn came over to find me leashed up to the bed once more. She greeted me and hopped on the bed, sitting across from me with a little smile. However, I could see the blush already rising in her cheeks and I felt just as nervous. We started with small talk, giggling and averting our gaze every so often.

“If you two don’t just give each other a kiss by the time I could down from ten,” Penthouse joked as he took a seat near the bed. “I’ll pull you together and make you.”

Popcorn reached up and grabbed the leash, pulling me into her and kissing me. Her lips were soft, cautious, gentle. She had informed me, while we were talking, that she had never done much with a woman but she had wanted to change that. But, I didn’t want to push and I let her control the pace, also acting off of the fact that I was the one chained to the bed and she was not.

Because of some limits with the guy she was messing around with, she could not play with Penthouse but she could with me. However, I had requested Penthouse be present for my own sense of security. So, he sat a few feet from the bed, watching, which turned me on even more.

As Popcorn deepened the kiss, never letting go of the leash, I tried to angle myself for him, attempting to give him the best view of what was going on possible. This fact, in itself, felt submissive.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Three

Before Popcorn came over, Penthouse treated me to a little sensory deprivation. Because, yes, that sort of thing is a treat to me. I’m a funny girl like that.

He secured the blindfold over my eyes, tied me down to the bed, and popped the headphones into my ears. He had recorded something rather filthy and entirely too blushy for me to go into too much detail about. But it was really hot, let me assure you.

At one point, he turned the recording off and called up Craftsmate to thank him for the blindfold and the ballgag he had made. I blushed deeply as he did, his hand trailing up my thigh as he implied over the phone that I wasn’t really in any condition to talk.

Shortly after he let me out, Popcorn confirmed that she was headed over. Honestly, the deprivation had put me in about the right headspace. I was incredibly calm and quite ready to submit.

Not to mention very, very worked up.

Playdate with Popcorn, Part Two

One of the best parts of my visit to see Penthouse was that I got to see one of my friends from Ivy University who graduated this past spring. She now works in Penthouse’s area and so I ventured off with her for a few hours before the playdate to have a drink.

Of course, I couldn’t keep my mind off of my plans for later. And, even if I only had one drink, apparently I have no sense of subtlety.

“What’s going on?” My friend finally asked, giving me a nudge. “You’ve got that little sparkle in your eye.”

Playdate with Popcorn, Part 1

I was all nervous about texting Popcorn after we messed around, but Penthouse insisted she would want to. And, lo and behold, when I picked up my phone she had already texted me thanking me for letting her see me leashed.

Except, I was way too anxious about texting her still and Penthouse had to sit there, play with my hair, calm me down, and then text her for me. Really. Because I’m bashful and apparently still in middle school. But he was a very good sport of listening to me get all nervous and then giddy and then everywhere in between.

But, the plans to get together later that evening were made and things were looking peachy.

kitty-en-classe:

Under your skin, 1966

Penthouse eats pussy well because he eats pussy like he really wants to.

Pardon my choice of image, but I couldn’t resist.

But, honestly, he eats pussy like it’s freaking delicious or it’s like the eve of the great pussy famine or we’re living in a socialist society and he had to wait on line in the snow for freaking hours for a meager ration of pussy but it was goddamn worth it.

And I don’t say this to inflate the guy’s ego as much as to give some advice here. Guys, girls and everything in between: if you’re eating a pussy, eat it like you did the first slice of pizza you ever had.

No, don’t bite it or anything. But, put some enthusiasm behind it. Kid on Christmas all over that pussy.

I’m ashamed to admit I had an ex fall asleep “down there”. Which is just as detrimental to the self-esteem as it is to the orgasm brewing down there.

For god’s sake, it’s not a chore. Have a little fun with it.

This has been an attempted story that instead turned into a rant. Whatever. I regret nothing. Yolo, carpe diem and all that noise.

Every night during my visit to Penthouse’s, he set me a bedtime.

Somehow, I always managed to maneuver my way out of it.

Penthouse asked me, before I came, if I would want to be leashed in front of a friend of his. He knew I liked it, he knew she liked the idea of it, and he conspired to make it happen. Blushing, but not thinking anyone would actually want to, I agreed.

On Friday night, we went to hang out with a few of his friends and he mentioned that she would be there. The whole time, I nervously looked around trying to figure out who this girl was.

At one point, this very pretty, petite girl in a little denim skirt mentioned that she liked popcorn because it was something she actually wasn’t allergic to.

Earlier that day, he had discouraged me from eating Nutella, because he mentioned the girl had a pretty bad nut allergy. Putting two and two together, I blushed about six shades of pink.