visit to penthouse land

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Penthouse sat on his bed, smiling down at me. I was hogtied at the foot of it, nude, rope slung through my crotch. Every so often, he pulled on the stray end of rope threaded through his bedpost, tightening the knot against my clit.

He noticed I had gotten a text from a certain Gentleman.

A certain Southern Gentleman.

He smirked.

“You can respond, go ahead,” I murmured, already halfway to subspace. Penthouse picked up the phone and responded with a greeting and an update on the situation.

SG responded right away.

And that’s how Penthouse met the Southern Gentleman.

Kind of.

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“Rope marks ”
Model: Petya Gencheva

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Penthouse had undressed me and was starting to unwind a ton of rope. He started with the harness he had put me in during the mini-munch. I smiled to myself as he worked, still figuring I had the upper hand. After all, I wanted to be tied up.

My grin faded when I felt him pull the rope between my legs from the back and tie a knot in it. My eyes widened when he pulled the other end up through the front of the harness, causing the rope to tighten up against my exposed cunt and the knot to line up with my clit.

It was his turn to smirk when he gave the rope a few test pulls.

“Feel good?” He asked and I blushed, looking away. He reached up and mussed my hair. "Go get on the bed and let me do your legs, then.“

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When I heard Penthouse starting to come in, I adjusted myself somewhat, lowering the sheets here and there and raising my ass a bit. It was partially to just be a brat and partially to get out of actually having to take a nap.

“Sweetheart?” I heard him say from the doorway. “Are you trying to tease me?”

I kept my face down in the pillow to hide my smirk. “Maybe.”

After a few footsteps, I felt him climb into bed and thread his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back.

It’s kind of funny how winning sometimes looks.

My first meeting was Friday morning and it went exceptionally well.

I was tired, nonetheless, after having stayed up with Penthouse the night before. So, when I got back to his place, he ushered me into his bedroom.

“You’re taking a nap,” he said.

As a child, I was terrible at nap time. My teacher in preschool had to give me another activity to do after I would stay up and try to get the children around me to stay up with me. So, unless I am falling all over myself tired, I don’t take naps even now.

I pouted. “I can’t just nap."

He made sure to watch me get into bed and went to the door. "Close your eyes, I’ll join you in a little bit.”

I curled up in his bed and sighed. Outside, I could hear him talking to a few of his roommates. Blushing, I turned onto my stomach and closed my eyes.

If the last post didn’t give a vague inkling already, my time with Penthouse gave me the opportunity to explore the Daddy-little dynamic to a degree that I have not in the past. I’ve been into the idea of it for a little while now, but societal condemnation of it had sort of kept me shoving it into the periphery.

While I can objectively say that it’s not about my father, nor do I think of him during this sort of stuff, it still made me uncomfortable. You know, because statutory rape and incest happen. They’re not something to be taken lightly.

So, I approached it with a lot of caution.

Therefore, a bunch of the posts to come are going to feature this dynamic. So, I thought I’d post a disclaimer. Or something. I don’t know.

For all the enjoyment I derived from it, I’m still a little hesitant to associate myself with the whole Daddy-little concept.

So bear with me here. This is as much an exercise in acceptance for me as it is an exercise for your right arm.

Snicker.

I had expressed to Penthouse before my trip that I was into being imposingly touched right before I went to sleep. It was more of a situation where I would be sent to bed and the other party would climb in behind me, wrap an arm around me and touch as if I wasn’t trying to sleep. It started here, when Switch had me tied up during the whole abduction thing and started groping me.

Penthouse and I went over safe words, a necessity if you’re playing around with concepts of feigned reluctance or consensual nonconsent, and tried the same thing.

Except, I wasn’t tied up. So, I could playfully try to swat him away and tease him by rubbing back up against him immediately after. And then whine and pout when he persisted anyway and rubbed my pussy through my panties, squeezed my breasts through my shirt, slipped his fingers into my mouth.

“I’m trying to sleep,” I huffed as he pulled my panties aside, “you’re being too handsy.”

He hushed me and murmured in my ear, “then sleep, I’ll just take what I want.” He dragged his thumb over my wet slit.

Naturally, I didn’t go to sleep.

The night I got there, Penthouse and I messed around. It was somewhere between tired and playful, with the vaguest implication of a dynamic.

When he was close, he asked if he could finish on my chest. I consented and he looked me over with a triumphant smirk. There’s something about a man who has been dominating me getting right close to cumming that makes me super bratty.

So, when he asked me what I was going to do with his cum, I presumed he probably expected me to blush.

Instead, I smiled and shrugged. “Oh, just taste it like this.” I wiped two fingers over my bare stomach as if to pantomime gathering some of his cum and brought them to my lips, bringing my head up and down on them. My eyes flashed up to meet his and I grinned around my fingers.

I probably shouldn’t be so smug about how he came right then.

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“You’ve been so spoiled baby. Are you sure you want more?”

-my sexy husband

Confessedly, my trip to see Penthouse wasn’t all doing official, legit stuff in his area and taking time in another city to breathe.

After the whole mini-munch, he and I had talked a bunch and flirted a lot. So, I found that by combining my real-life obligations with some things I enjoy, I could have a little weekend away to have some fun with somebody I had some chemistry with and similar interests in the kinky department.

By the time I arrived, I was super exhausted, dehydrated and sore from sitting for an extended period of time. Penthouse was a very gracious host and (mostly) excused my tired comments and little jabs at his school (we’ve got a rivalry). There was a little initial awkwardness, but I was surprisingly comfortable with the idea of staying with him and mostly excited for the stuff, sexy and not-sexy, the weekend held.

So, yeah, that’s how I wound up in Penthouse Land.

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