One day, I’m going to be brave enough to spend most of a play party like this. Just crawling after Sir, keeping quiet while he socializes and flirts, letting other people play with me to demonstrate how obedient I am.
OMG those boots! *droool*
worship
“There’s an intimacy in listening to somebody’s lies, I’ve always thought—you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.” ― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes.
A little worship is just the best on lazy Sunday mornings.
I think I’d enjoy a day where my knees can’t leave the floor.
If I am being totally honest, I used to be kind of selfish. I had trouble understanding how I could enjoy things like service and cock worship. It would feel tedious and I would be anxious about not doing well. I wasn’t able to just relax into it and derive any kind of pleasure from it. Instead, I just did it and eagerly waited my turn to get something out of it.
But, as I’ve become more comfortable with my sexuality and picked better partners, I’ve really started enjoy worshipping a cock like this.
In fact, it’s sort of what I’ve spent a good part of this afternoon thinking about.
Daddy knows he’s gotta treat Sweetheart real nice if he ever wants to get let out of those cuffs.
My pretty gift needs its kisses too…
Good boys recognize the benefits of being just a little extra sweet to Pretty.
And, yes, worship counts as “just a little extra sweet.”
Playdate with Popcorn, Part Seven
I made her cum with my fingers. I was on top of her, fingers hooked into her pussy. She had been sort of mewling the whole time and when she came her moans had gotten throaty and uninhibited. Afterwards, her eyes were glowing.
Penthouse joined us on the bed and we all talked. I was a little worn out and I pulled one of his sweatshirts on and curled up in his arms. Slipping in and out of sleep, I listened to them talking until Penthouse told me to go cuddle up with Popcorn.
I crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her, closing my eyes. She reached up, petting my hair. “She’s so adorable,” she said to Penthouse, as if I wouldn’t be able to understand if she had said it directly to me. In her defense, I was tired and mostly mumbling out meek little statements. But, I appreciated the line that was drawn.
Later on, Penthouse had me on my knees beside the bed while they were talking. He outstretched his hand and told me to worship it. Without hesitation, wanting to impress Popcorn, I leaned up and started to kiss his hand.
“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn said.
Penthouse smiled, “want to see what you can make her do?”
I like when I’m in so deep that I am utterly convinced that being able to suck on your thumb is something of a gift. It hinges on the idea that having some piece of you, however small, either earned or given in good grace, is simply enough to satisfy. It’s a kind of worship where that person, for a small amount of time, suddenly becomes just about everything.
A few times, I would just lay down like this and make Switch worship me. And read a book. Or check my email on my phone.
He always kept at it with sincere dedication. For as good he was at dominating me and how much he enjoyed making me submit to him, we both sort of knew that this was his favorite place.