Don't Step On The Mome Raths

I am trying to write and it's not happening. Maybe it's time for coffee. I think we'll try that and regroup after coffee has been had and yoga has been done. Cause I'm all over the freaking place right now and nothing I'm saying is making any damn sense. 

Ha! I don't have a Dom or a Daddy to tell me it's 'unladylike' to swear. So.... It's fucking coffee time and this blog is absolutely fucking pointless. Ooh... No Dom or Daddy to tell me I'm too little for caffeine. I'm getting away with everything. Maybe I don't want one after all... 

Who am I kidding? Of course I do. 

     I couldn't explain to you why, what precisely motivated the endeavor, but yesterday, after I got out of bed, as I stared at my wardrobe, I decided that I wanted to dress up like a complete slut. At least for a little while. "Why?" I asked myself. Legitimate question. I live alone. There is no one to enjoy it. So, what's the point? I couldn't find for myself an answer. But I did it anyway. 

Click Here To See The Bra I Wore

 If you looked, then you'd understand how that could be a touch difficult to put to words. Haha!

     But, that's where it started. Bra, matching panties, fishnet stockings, and a denim skirt that would almost certainly get me arrested in public as it's almost pointlessly short, and a black short sleeve, cropped mesh top that you can absolutely see entirely through. I put my hair in a tight bun at the crown of my head, and I imagine a couple of my dreadlocks fell out of my bun as they almost always do. Oh and the faux suede pumps. Pedicured toes. 

     And even though it had no purpose and no one to enjoy it, I still did. I was sad when I had to put on my modesty and go modest. 

     Did I tell you I have a lingerie fetish? Of course I didn't. We hardly know one another. So, guess what? I have a lingerie fetish. So it's not like what you may think of when you think of a lingerie fetish. What I love to do is wear very sexy lingerie under my everyday clothes. Here's why... Ladies, listen up, this is gold right here... You could wear frumpy sweatpants but feel more confident in yourself than ever, and when you feel confident, dear, you exude confidence. And you can do that by wearing cute lingerie under your frumpy sweats. 

     I wear lingerie, nice looking lingerie, definitely not high end but not total trash either, every day. Matching sets. And it makes me feel fucking incredible. I walk straighter, I speak more directly... That's my fetish. I'm always wearing cute lingerie. Is that weird? 

Ha! 

little R 

A work on non-fiction, brought to you by your favorite resident little. :) 

I'm not allowed to drink. 

But she is. 

And she got taken out to a special place last night. A hotel with several bars and restaurants scattered around inside. They found one that looked nice. She had dinner, it was amazing. Great conversation. And one of her favorites... IPA's from local breweries. When the waitress came to serve them their last round of beers, she looked around carefully and then in a hushed voice, suggested that they take them 'to go' and walk around the hotel and try to find the secret speakeasy. 

Intrigued, they paid the tab and left on their adventure. They walked up and down the hallways, up and down flights of stairs. Passed other couples hand in hand with secrets hidden behind their smiles. 

They found no secret speakeasy. But what they did find was another bar. They challenged one another to a friendly game of pinball. (That is, after all, how we met.) And after the game was over and their second last beers were had, they made their way out, the door. There was a restroom on the right and she walked up the steps to the door to use it. Before she could open the door, he grabbed around her waist and turned her to face him, her back coming to rest on the wall behind them... 

Except it wasn't a wall at all. The 'wall' began it's swing inward and still entangled they fell into what lie beyond it... They took a moment and righted themselves and realized they'd just fallen through a hidden door and were now standing in a dimly lit hallway. 

He moved again, this time planting her back against a wall that didn't move and he kissed her, deeply. As bed wanted to so badly for so long. She kissed him back and suddenly... 

I woke up and after realizing we were so close to the secret, hidden speakeasy, I grabbed his hand and smiled and ran down the hallway. I got to the door at the end, paused. I looked up at him, his hand still wrapped around mine, I smiled, anticipation and excitement growing inside me like kindling become fire. I took a deep breath and pushed on the hidden door and it began to swing in and open...

(Photos To Come) 

I welcome your feedback on my first installment published in my blog. I am interested in gauging the reception here to see if it is worth a fourth, fifth or sixth installment being written, and I posted the first in a hurry. There are edits to be made, both grammatical and punctual, but I'm aware of those matters. 

However, I would very much enjoy your honest feedback about the story itself. Kindly, of course. 

Respectfully,  

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THIS WORK CONTAINS DEPICTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF CNC, DEGREDATION, AN M/S BDSM DYNAMIC AND OTHER KINK-RELATED CONTENT. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY CONSENTUAL NON-CONSENT, OR ANY OTHER BDSM RELATED KINK, THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD STOP READING. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, NOT AN ADULT BY LEGAL STATUTE, YOU AS WELL SHOULD STOP READING HERE. AS IF IT WAS UNCLEAR THUS FAR, THIS IS FOR ADULT, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. THIS IS ALSO MY ORIGINAL WORK, INTELLECUTAL AND NOW DIGITAL/WRITTEN PROPERTY. DON'T FUCKIN' STEAL IT PLEASE. :) 

Volume 1 - Chapter 1

She was sitting on the small sofa under the window, sharing an exciting and quickly moving to intimate moment with one of her new 'sisters' when there was a loud knock on the door that startled them both upright. She quickly went to the door and opened it, her heart racing. It was Him. She was so lost in the moment, looking Him up and down, getting a glimpse of his wild eyes that she all but forgot herself until he lightly cleared his throat... A subtle warning. 

This snapped her instantly out of her daze and she instantly lowered herself to her knees, facing Him, with her head and eyes straight ahead of her, hands resting, palms up on her thighs. "And here I was thinking that you'd forgotten your protocols." He said as he ran his hands through her soft, brown hair. She thought about replying and thought better of it. "I am hosting a dinner party this evening for my colleagues. We are celebrating. Do me the honor of joining me?" She was so excited, her heart was racing in her chest, she almost blurted out, "Yes!" but she caught herself. "M-Ma-Master, your slave will do as you wish and join you, Sir." 

He wrapped her hair around his hand slowly and gently, and when it got to the very tightest point, he yanked up on it, pulling her head back and making her eyes look straight up. He bent down to until his lips were gently grazing hers. She was so intensely excited she did her best to remain as she was, knelt down, but how eagerly she wanted His kiss... A small moan escaped her lips. He moved his mouth to the side of her head, tugging her hair away from him so that the side of her face and her neck were exposed to Him. He leaned in so His lips were gently gliding across the sensitive, soft skin of her neck. He used His tongue to lick, suck, and kiss all over her neck, her tender throat, and the outside edge of her ear. While his lips were near her ear, He whispered, "I'm very happy that you chose to be mine. Tonight, I'm going to make sure that you are shown my gratitude. Are you ready to show anybody who wants to look and everyone who's there to see that you are my property?" 

His warm breath, deep, masculine voice, and the gravity and excitement of the words He said all had her so excited she was certain if someone just glanced in the direction of her pussy, she'd probably cum uncontrollably. And that, she knew, was one of the most important rules there were. No submissive nor any slave was ever allowed to orgasm without His permission or by His request. He saw in her face how intense the moment was for her, how exciting, and He knew she'd likely be fighting off the urge to cum, so before he even gave her a moment to answer the question, He quickly slid his hand down the front of her top and groped the nipple of her modest breast. She was incredibly responsive to this type of stimulation, she loved having her breasts and nipples played with. He used his fingers to pinch it, tug on it hard, twist it and flick it. 

"I want them both." He said, standing straight up and taking his hands from her to the button and fly of his pants. Her heart began to absolutely soar with excitement. She was certain her pussy was absolutely dripping with her soaring need for Him. She remained focused and as He worked at pulling himself free of His pants, she unbuttoned her top, the lace balconette bra underneath seeming to hold up and offer to Him the sexy, feminine, soft, round curves of her tits. He reached down, began groping them both, and was anything but gentle this time as He got Himself closer to his climax with her body. 

He grabbed her again by the hair and yanked her head back. "You, will very quickly learn," He began, reaching his fingers to her lips and forcing them into her mouth, "that when I speak to you," he used the fingers in her mouth to pry her mouth open wide, "you will not only listen, intently," He placed his very hard cock across her cheek and drug it demeaningly across her whole face, "but you will always," He forcefully rammed the entire length into her mouth and down to the back of her throat, and held it there, "fucking answer me." He grabbed both sides of her head and held it there, feeling her thoat contract wildly around Him. "Understood?" He yelled, with presence. She did the best she could to shake her head in a 'yes' motion.

He slowly and gently slid out of the very back of her throat and she coughed and took a deep breath. Before she was finished with her deep breath, He nearly startled her by shoving it right back into her throat, all the way again. After holding there a few moments, her lungs began to feel intense and tingly. She instinctively tried to pull her head back from Him, and that did absolutely no good. He pushed in even further. The feeling in her lungs started to get more intense. "Don't struggle!" He barked at her. Even though it was more intense and thrilling than she could've imagined, she was focused and centered by his direction and she stopped moving. As soon as she did, He pulled it from her throat again and let her breathe deeply. 

A couple of deep breaths later, He stroked himself while looking down at her mussed hair, the strings of her own drool that had dripped from her mouth onto her tits, and seeing how damn excited the little slut was and that sent Him over. He sprayed a thick load across her beautiful tits, and watched it drip down off her perfect, hard nipple. As soon as He was fully drained, He dressed and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He took a picture of her. Then He turned and half-knelt so she could see his phone's screen as He typed. It was a picture message. He was sending the photo He'd just taken of her! "Look... at... this... fucking... filthy... mess..." He articulated as He typed the words out. He added a contact labeled, "Johnstone" and pressed the green send button. 

"I'll send Eugene up for you at 7:00 sharp. Be ready. He'll be up in just a moment with the dress I've chosen for you. You need to stay right there, as you are until he leaves. I want him to see what a real cumrag you are." 

And with that, He walked out the door, shutting it gently behind Him. 

The other one has the first part of a multi installment style story all written up for you and the rest of the friends, but it's definitely, positively, unquestionably, super not safe for work.

X Rated.
Naughty.
Sexually motivated.
18+.
For mature audiences only. (Teehee)
Viewer discretion is advised.
Contains sexual descriptions of sexual scenarios... 

Okay I'm all done, but really, can someone let me know if it's still acceptable to post uber-naughty? Very graphic stories? It used to could be, I just want to make sure it still is. No getting sent to corner for me. Not this day. 

Thanks for any input, 

little R 

Okay, no, there's practically zero likelihood that you'd know or remember who I am even if I used the same moniker or said the same words as I said last time. That's most likely because the last time I was here was... Wow! Half a decade ago! My how the time does fly! 

So, since we are new friends, allow me to introduce myself. You can call me R, and I am eager to meet all of you. 

Now, since we're going to be good friends, you and I, there is something that you should know. Once in awhile, I will go and... Take a little rest, you could say. And the other one inside here will grab the reigns and lead the way. Mostly because we have no DD for me and no D for her to tell us what to do, or what not to do. But that's okay. We'll find him. I'm sure. Maybe he'll find us. Admittedly I'm always afraid that if we find one, that he'll only love just one of us and not the other. How hard and sad that would be. 

It's happened before. She found someone that she loved and that loved her in return. But he didn't know about me. She tried her best to tell him, but he didn't understand at all. So she made me hide. And the longer I stayed hidden, the more lonely and sad I became. Until one day, I'd been so hidden and ignored for such a long time that it actually made me sick. And when I got sick, it made her sick. We are two parts of one, as it were. And when she got sick, he didn't like it. 

It took awhile, but she figured out that she actually loved me more than she loved him. She also learned that anyone that claims to truly love either one of us will only really mean it if he actually loves us both. She's so smart. And neither of us will ever be kept a secret ever again. And what's happier for us than that? 

Now I can do all the things I missed out on while I was hiding. I can learn and grow and experience all the things. And she can do whatever stoic, sarcastic, dry-humored, cynics do. Just kidding. She's not the salty. Usually. Haha! 

Anyway, I'm going to use this blog for both of us. On the off chance it develops any type of following, you'll be able to tell who's writing to you, first, because if it's happy and upbeat, it's me, and if it's super sexy or intense and psychologically thrilling, it's definitely her. But just in case you're still not sure, in the title, if it has a ' - R - ' at the end, you'll know it was me. And if it has a ' - | - ' you can know it's her. 

I really am excited to get to know some folks. I have some really great ideas to share and things I think would be great stuff for us to dive into together as a community! 

Love & Respect,

Little R