In other news I had a good idea… and it turns out everyone else thinks it’s a good idea too…
I’m going to trap a little Kitten I know in our new bed restraints. I’m going to kick my husband out, he can wait patiently at the bar around the corner and hope I’m feeling benevolent.
I’m going to tease that Kitten and edge her and make her squirm and gasp. “If you’re lucky,” I said to him, “I’ll send you a pretty picture or two while you wait.”
When she’s dripping wet and begging I might call him home. “Bring your collar,” I told her, “In case you’re bad, so I can chain you to the end of the bed and make you watch him fuck me first.” (She’s always so good though, the best behaved Kitten, so she’ll likely get what she wants.)
The idea of making her wait while I make him wait is making my panties wet. I’ve been known to claim I’m not sadistic but… well…
I want to tell him when he can fuck her and tell him when he has to stop. I want to use her body to edge him and refuse him. I want to fill her other pretty holes while he fucks her, overwhelm her with the sensation of being chained up and used, make him stop just as they’re both getting lost close to orgasm and order him to fuck her face instead while I suck her clit slowly… If they’re good I’ll let them cum. “I can wear kitty ears too, if you want,” he offers. He’s cute and he thinks it will make me kinder. We’ll see, won’t we?
Image by Noell Oszvald, words by Heart
