A dear friend gives many of her play partner nick names in her blog. As I thought about yesterday's date both before and after, I found myself referring to him as the ringmaster.... So it's officially stuck.
I had Friday off of work and slept in, poked my bite marks from wet munch, and started primping. The ringmaster and I had talked a little about doll makeup so I spent a good amount of time on YouTube and had a look to replicate. While the makeup itself isn't 100% needed, I've found that it's really transformative for me. Some see makeup as the defenses they put on every day. For me, it's much more of a peeling off of layers. I rarely, if ever wear makeup to work. No makeup Shelly is the boss lady... One of the guys.... Kind of lacking of a specific gender. Makeup Shelly is the me inside, the one who likes makeup and shoes and being girly and being submissive. It's not a more authentic me because I've done work on integrating all parts of me... It's just me without many of the outer, protective layers.
With my dog sitting and heading to see him in SF, I decided to transit at least part way. I drove to Millbrae and then took BART to his office. I realized I'd never done transit in full makeup and was worried that my normal "don't fuck with me" wouldn't work, but it did. I got off and walked to blocks to his office and he met me outside....
We walked into his office, the door closed, he took my bag, helped me out of my sweater, sat me in a chair, and fucked my face till he came down my throat.
Yes, it was that hot.
We cleaned up (a bit of mascara smudges on me and my foundation on his pants) and caught an uber pool to his place. We had another passenger as well as the driver so we talked randomly about SF construction and the new train... While he texted me that I was a good girl for sucking his cock.
Also hot, right?
We get to his place and end up in his room after waving at his roommate. He sat and asked me to remove his socks. I don't know why, but those little acts of service, the opportunity to be helpful, drops me into a really pleasant service head space pretty quickly. I did that and he asked me to suck on his toes. In hindsight, I don't think I've ever done that, but in the moment, that was just what I was going to do. There was no hesitation, no thoughts, just a desire to serve.
It was now time for more cock sucking. This time it was a mixture of me doing work and being a hole to be fucked. I gagged pretty badly twice but just kept going till I was rewarded for my hard work.
Afterward, something wasn't right. It wasn't bad, I wasn't in sub space, but I just was... Gone. The Ringmaster saw it immediately and asked if I could talk (yay I remembered to talk about going non verbal early enough) and I said yes, but then couldn't articulate what was going on. He pulled me off the floor next to him and held me (and gave some sexy nipple pain) and told me that I worked really hard and was a good girl. I was slowly able to come back.
Ok, I've forgotten something so I'm going backwards. We had spoken about humiliation and I had said that I've struggled with humiliation around things like body size/shape and intelligence, the things that I've had issues accepting in general in my life. When we were in his office he said to me "You know, you're my smart girl, but you're also my dumb cunt too."
Damn, that was hot. It didn't feel like a dumb person. I didn't feel less. I was daddy's smart girl but he wanted to face fuck his dumb cunt too.
Man that was hot.
I remembered that cause while I was coming down it came up again and it made me smile that I could be what Daddy wanted.
I was such a good girl that I had earned a reward. I wasn't going to be allowed to cum, but I could make a suggestion for my reward. I said I wanted to make out. He said, "you mean kiss?" and we made out for a bit before it was time for the bondage.
Nipple clamps (wait those went on earlier) ankles together, wrists together in front of me, wrists and ankles loosely connected.
Ugh I'm out of order again. Before the bondage I was given a large butt plug to insert. I struggled. He enjoyed my struggle. I finally got it in but my eyes were bigger than my asshole and it hurt a lot. I probably would have tried to adjust to it, to keep it in, but the Ringmaster saw what was going on and me being in that level of pain/discomfort wasn't in his plans. We abandoned it.
So I'm tied up and handed a cordless hitachi. I'm allowed to masturbate, to edge, to watch the porn on the tv (all aggressive face fucking porn), read the book about coming out as porn stars, or text him. I couldn't cum or use my phone for anything else. He was going to check on my on occasion but was hosting a game night in the living room. I was just a friend taking a nap so I couldn't make any noise.
I didn't end up reading. I fell asleep a couple of times. I watched all the porn on a loop. I masturbated most of the time. I edged at least 5 times. He'd come check on me. He cuddled and watched a porn with me. He'd come in and turn up the speed on the hitachi. He'd come in, smack me, and have me suck his cock more.
We did this for 3 hours... I think. I then got dressed, sat and watched the game night for a bit, caught a lyft to Bart, and went home. I had permission to finally cum when I got home....but didn't.
All in all....OMG I had an amazing time. I really feel like he gets me. When he left me, he made sure i could text him and put the safety shears, my snacks, and my water within my reach. I felt safe and cared for.
Right before he left the first time he asked how i was doing and I was like I'm good. He remarked how talkative and nervous I was over coffee at Wicked Grounds but now I was so quiet with nothing to say. "I have nothing to be nervous about now," I said with all clarity. He seemed to chuckle since at the time I was bound in his bedroom.
But I meant it. I'm no good at dating. I get nervous. I'm worried that the guy won't like me. I knew he liked playing with me. I knew that if it was too much I had a safe word. There was nothing to be nervous about. I felt cherished. The nerves around a kink scene are no where near as bad as the nerves around a coffee date.
So I'm back in SJ. I texted when I got to my car in Millbrae and, at his request, when I was home. I couldn't sleep and I couldn't blog. I was up till nearly 3am. Today has been pretty chill and relaxing. I can't say I won't blog more (there's some doll stuff that wants to come out), but here's the end of this post...
Omg the Ringmaster wants to read this. Well here goes some transparency. That's good, right? Sharing my blog is more nerve racking than be tied up and hurt. It's access to me, not just my body.
But I actually want to share with him (and the rest of you dear readers).
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