Fluidly Switching for Your Pleasure

There are nights I lie awake whimpering and trying not to cry, because I wish we weren’t so far apart. I ache for just one touch, I crave with every breath I take to please You. So many people think it’s stupid for me to be like this towards You, but to hell with them I can’t help how I feel. I have lost the measure of time for how long the emotions have built like this. But I can remember how it all started and what an odd start it was. I was intimidated, down right scared half the time, especially in being so openly curious. And then the “stalking” You thought was so cute and creepy. I always worry if I will continue to seem interesting, because one of my biggest fears is that interest completely dying. I work at the things You tell me to and literally squeal even from a simple “Good girl”. Somedays I do worry about the sharing but when I think on it I am able to see how I’m being stupid. I naturally suffer jealousy on occasion but I believe that’s a little normal, for me at the very least. There are mornings I’ve been awake and just sat and hoped to get to speak to You for a while. And there are days I wish You would watch me again. And I know the day I get the chance for the one touch I’m dying to have, You will have everything. Because that one touch will seal every desire I’ve told You since the beginning, all of it will be Yours.

(Side note: I just found this while looking through the 25+ saved drafts I have on my blog. I’d typed it while Their internet was being stupid and limited and They were busy doing things so I wasn’t able to speak to either of Them.)

I know it’s been a while and a few things have fallen through, sadly life doesn’t cease sucking even for the deviantly minded. However, I got to go to D’s for two weekends in a row now and they were thoroughly amazing. We didn’t get to do the cutting as we planned because we wound up drinking and staying with some of his friends on both occasions. I did, however, discover he has a very serious sadistic streak in him.

As we were staying at His friends’ houses any playing had to be very quiet, except once. The first time we had to be quiet because the friends had a small baby who was in the bedroom across the hall from us sleeping. I, naturally, let a moan or two out a tad too loud and D very swiftly found a way to shut me up. I was on my back at the time so he gripped my throat and put some of his weight down so the only sound I was making were short gasping noises as he let just enough air to keep anything serious from happening (we were in the dark). Then he hovered just above my face so I could smell the cigarettes and weed on his breath from before we’d gone to bed. He told me in his husky, breathless, whisper, “That’s right, you fucking gasp for every single thrust. Each little breath is the equivalent of the screams I usually hear, make each one count because when we’re close enough you won’t get any fucking air.” And he meant it too. He edged me several times before he finally pushed down so I couldn’t breathe and wound up gripping his shoulders squirting all over him and the towel he’d put down to protect the guest bed.

The second occasion we’d been at the bar half the night, his friend’s pre-birthday party party, drinking. I’m an introverted person so I was highly out of my element and spent the majority of the time in my own head until I’d drank enough to relax around everyone else. I’d been leaning on him half the night and by the last pitcher of beer I was half in his lap rubbing him with the side of my boot while he was doing his damnedest to unclasp my belt and new slacks under the table. Thankfully that was about the time everyone decided they were done for the night and wanted to just smoke a bowl, shower, and sleep. On the way to the house, however, I was laying with my head in his lap stretched across the backseat and he managed to one hand my new belt quietly (which is a feat because the thing jingles like crazy from all the metal on it) and didn’t waste time having me squirming. The one friend was zoned out, the other was focusing on driving while D rammed a set of fingers into my mouth and inside of me so I could bite him rather than moan and give us away.

We smoked after we got inside, everyone got ready for bed, I helped the DD back into her cast after she changed because she’d taken her pain killers with another beer and smoked with us so she couldn’t get it alone. We turned on Sucker Punch (which we still haven’t managed to actually watch) and he decided it was time to make up for waiting so long to go down on me. I wound up leaving bite marks in my hand and arm before he decided to 69 with me. Usually I can’t get him off with my mouth because of his medication, however, he hadn’t taken it because he’d been drinking and they weren’t to be mixed so how surprised I was when his legs started tensing and his hips were bucking uncontrollably. I’m not an idiot and I’ve done it before so I couldn’t help giggling when I saw every sign and I wound up edging him a few times until he finally begged me to make him cum. Even more surprising to me was that I had absolutely no trouble swallowing. Every time before I had to just bare the taste or gagged after half of it, D’s was like liquid candy and I was the fat kid on a low sugar diet. He couldn’t even stop groaning and bucking up into my mouth long after he stopped cumming. I eventually had to sit up so I could see him and his O face made me squirt a little. He had been panting and clawing at my thighs the whole time but the look on his face took the complete prize. After he caught his breath I giggled at him and grinned, “My turn…” He immediately grabbed me by the hips and slammed me face first into the pillows, gripped my wrists behind my back, and grabbed my hair before he slammed into me and I screamed into the pillows. He leaned down next to my ear and told me each time, “That’s it, get tighter, tighter, oh fuck yes, you ready to cum now? Huh? Are you ready to cum and spray all over me Kitty?” And he’d make me wait until each orgasm made me see spots and shake uncontrollably, building up to the largest which caused my body to react to the point I wound up kneeling with him holding my wrists behind me and one hand flattened right on my pelvic bone to keep me arched so he didn’t slip out even while he was spraying up into me and I was dripping all over my side of the little bed we’d made.

We had a long date the next time, we wound up stranded at the mall for hours on end so we wound up blowing twenty bucks on some huge coffees and chunky chocolate cookies while we held hands and wondered around just rambling on about silly things mostly being nerds and thinking what we could do in the mall during the zombie apocalypse. Finally we went back to another friend’s house who was nice enough to see I was suffering from a very serious hangover and getting sick from sitting in the sun so much. We got left there all alone for seven hours with a huge couch and a protective blanket that was D’s so he didn’t mind if it smelled like sex. He didn’t even wait after we smoked a few bowls and a couple of cigarettes, we were set up to play video games but when I bent over to plug my laptop into the power strip I sealed the idea in his head. I was climbing over to my spot on the couch when he shoved me over, gripped the back of my waistband and jerked down as hard as he could making me squeal and wiggle to help. He tugged his shirt off, unsnapped my bra, pulled my shirt up over my head, my shorts and panties around my knees, his shorts on the floor and he slammed home in seconds. I was a screaming mess within minutes especially when he hit me with his hard leather belt. I lost the ability to hold myself up and he didn’t miss a beat, adjusting so nothing even paused until we both came and I was hanging halfway over the arm of the couch toward the floor shaking and panting. Twice we did that then at the end of the night switched to very quiet missionary.

The final time I woke him up with a blowjob and as soon as I swallowed I ran into the bathroom to jump in the shower before he was able to move. I’ll give the man credit, he can move fast for someone who just came and woke up. I had the door halfway closed before he put his arm through and shoved it open with me falling backwards into the sink. He gripped my throat and lifted me up out of the sink and stood me in front of him (by the way we discovered he’s 5-6” taller than me so he’s really scary when he uses his height against me). He reached around me and adjusted the water, we were home alone again, and he forced me into the water which I assumed, stupidly, would be warm. No, it was ice cold. I screamed and tried to get out from under the spray but he pinned me with a “move and I’m wearing your ass raw before you go back home” looks. He made me take a freezing cold shower, he washed my hair and body for me even before turning the water off and getting me a towel. I stood there shaking the whole time he dried me off, finally he looked me in the eyes and said, “Now we know not to jump the fuck out of bed right after a blowjob don’t we Kitty?” I nodded and he kissed me before taking my towel away and turning the water on again letting me stand in the warm water while he got clean. I stepped out after him and he turned around to kiss me  which somehow wound up with him scooping me up and pressing me against the wall. Once my legs went around him and it sealed the deal, we had sex against the wall and it was the last time for a while.

Hopefully next time we’ll get to play more, he’s ready to try face/throat fucking me and rape play as well as the cutting. He’s also still holding me to the watersports promise…Here’s hoping I get mine and figure out how the hell to get over the pissing taboo I still have… (Advice is welcome)

Sincerely,

F.S.

P.S. (This is a sappy vanilla side note) I’ve been falling for D pretty hard over the passed months and as he’s slowly becoming more adventurous with me I’m liking him more and more. The Sirs do know about this so in time things may change but for now I’m both of theirs and D’s and that’s how it’s going to stay for a while until other things are figured out.

This weekend, Saturday to be exact, I am to bring D his sharpest knife which he gave to me to keep and I have been told that I’m carving my name up his left side. There will be pictures shot in odd angles, as it’s my legal name and only close friends know that. Still it’s going to be so much fun to scar him and lick the blood away after I take pictures of it. He also promised me a spanking as long as I scream into the pillow as he doesn’t want to disturb his flatmate with how loud I can get. It’s going to be a fun weekend, needed one as well. So if I don’t update for a few days, prepare for a massive upload when I come back home.

Notice: This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance to real life is strictly coincidental. This story contains material that may be disturbing to some, reader beware.

They had been sitting in the living room of their little apartment, him watching another documentary while she typed away on her laptop – yet another one of her dark poems she’d thought up after another week without sleep. She’d gotten up to stretch and refill their coffee, it was raining that day. The tapping against the glass panes of the windows made the apartment seem colder, darker, more ambient than usual, perfect for her creative writing. He was taking simple notes here and there, ready to type up one of his in-depth reviews of the subject matter later. They’d both had the day off from work and this was how they spent their quality time, she’d even turned down a date with her girlfriend to stay at home with him. He’d offered for her just to come and sit at the house with them as he did enjoy when a normal “hang out” turned into an intimate affair. But the offer was declined – pulling the woman away from her shopping addiction was not an easily achieved feat.

While she was up he paused the television and stretched a bit himself, glancing at the clock above the cat tree where her solid white kitten, Spitfire, and his solid black cat, Ishmael, were curled up together sleeping. It was getting late in the afternoon – time to begin debating dinner.

“Harley, it’s getting pretty late, feeling in the mood for anything special tonight?” he called to her ceasing her humming and the clinking of the spoon as she stirred her favorite almond milk into her coffee and the cinnamon into his.

“Not really. We could just order a pizza or Chinese and watch a mind-bender or zombie flick while we eat,” was her reply as she came around the corner and her cell phone suddenly lit up playing one of her many odd little ringtones. “M & M’s can you answer that for me, my hands are sort of full?”

Chuckling at his favorite nickname he only allowed her to use, he picked up the small device and dragged his finger across the screen, silencing the ringer and holding it to his ear. “You’ve reached Harley’s phone but her hands are full of coffee mugs at the moment, may I ask whose calling?”

The voice on the other end promised dark pleasures which made him suspicious and hardened the rarely used phallus in his baggy cotton sleepwear pants. Harley continued her walk back to the couch and set their mugs down, getting comfortable to write some more while curiously eyeing him. He waited for her to sit before excusing himself and handing her the phone, she giggled at his expression and stuck her tongue out before giving her usual greeting. “You’ve got a Harley, what can I do for you?”

Her expression changed almost immediately as she swallowed tightly, he could only hear her side of the conversation. “Yes I’m off work today… Nothing, we’ve actually just been lounging around the house the entire day… Well we were just discussing dinner arrangements… I see, do you mind if I bring him with me this time? I’d like for you to meet him, yes… He should be fine; he is related to me after all… Eight-ish? Yes Sir, I will… Mmhmm, see you then… Thank you Sir, goodbye.”

Notice: This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance to real life is strictly coincidental. This story contains material that may be disturbing to some, reader beware.

The tiny kitchen table that had seen them through so many years, so many meals alone, together, and with friends, that tiny kitchen table that held so many wonderful memories now held more dark secrets than either of them could imagine. It was three in the morning, neither of them able to sleep, though that wasn’t abnormal; they were both insomniacs after all. She sat leaning over her large black coffee mug letting the steam curl up around her face, long black hair pulled over one shoulder and tucked behind her ear, the threads falling like a silk curtain over her curves and pooling in her lap. One thigh crossed tight over the other, tugging her black lace gown high enough to show the slight curve of her rear that wasn’t touching the wood of the chair. She reached to the center of the table where their nightly pile of hand rolled cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray waited patiently to become useful. A single flick before a long inhale, the sound of the burning paper and tobacco. CLICK! The sound of her flipping the Zippo shut was like a drop of water into the bathtub during a suicide scene in a movie. That long, eerie echo before the camera zooms out to reveal the lifeless body submerged in the bright red water, razor blade on the floor, one hand outside of the starch white porcelain, out stretched towards the implement of their life’s end.

Bright orange-brown eyes shifted upward as she flipped the cigarette between her fingers, holding the lit end parallel to her palm and wrist, offering it to him as she always did his ever thoughtful best friend and little sister. Her nails were long, perfectly coated with black lacquer, the tips glittering silver, just the way she liked them. She was everything elegant and sexual this late at night, she’d grown into it after so many years of being the awkward little nerd. He had to admit he was proud of the woman she’d turned out to be, though he knew all sides of her, beyond just the constant casual elegance, the cat-like grace as she strode through a crowded room. He was her brother, he’d known her before anyone else, but their childhood remained their little secret.

Taking the cigarette, his dark brown eyes settled on her gaze, a simple smile crossing his features – gratitude. A long, slow, deep drag from the cigarette as he watched her softly blowing into her mug, sending the gray vapors into an intricate spiral much like the white smoke from the tip of his cigarette. An intimate dance playing out in the air before them – wild, passionate, untamed yet graceful, elegant, and beautiful – if one bothered to see the simple beauties in such small details of life. She lit her own cigarette this time, leaning her back against the sturdy wood frame, there were secrets in her eyes – secrets he knew she’d never tell anyone but him.

Secrets she could only repeat once but could be seen constantly replaying in the depths of her eyes and mind as she chewed on her bottom lip letting it slowly slide out from beneath her perfectly straight, pearlescent teeth. The way the muscles in her legs tightened gave her away even before the slight hitch in her breathing as she replayed the events in her mind and savored every moment she’d been with Him. He couldn’t blame her; he admired the man in the same respect as she did, though only they knew that, he had his own secrets about his attraction to Him. He was the strong one, the rock, the never changing stable sibling; at least to the people who barely knew the truth to either of them.

Sir, she called Him. She had been infatuated with Him for a long while before she was ever willing to admit she truly loved and revered Him for everything that He was. Sir had showed her sides of herself she never knew existed, sides she only let Him see of her. He’d seen her with Sir on more than one occasion, he’d seen the way she looked at Him – the same look she bore now only more wanton – he’d witnessed the electricity that sparked between them with every look, every gesture, every explicit hint He knew she would catch before anyone else. Creature, pet, toy – the titles He’d given her, each one with its own personal attachment to the meaning, each raising a different reaction from her as though He’d changed the tone of His voice when He hadn’t. Sir had long ago entranced his sister and secretly entranced him as well, but that was something he would never admit without some force.

The first time he had met Sir had been quite the adventure into a world he never knew could be real, a world he’d only ever imagined in the confines of his sound proof bedroom late in the evening when he was alone…

So the Sirs have a new, third pet called R-pet, this isn’t odd as there is a running joke that they are forming their own harem, which is actually slightly true. What I find a little odd is what I’ve been told about R-pet. Pretty and I are both masochistic switches, we also have constantly fluctuating genders, Pretty more so then I. R-pet, however, is solid in gender, completely submissive, and has very few masochistic traits. As interesting as she sounds I keep getting stuck on that thought of how little she seems to fit into what I’ve gotten used as the norm with Their little group. Naturally I’m slightly jealous of her as she’s younger than I am, more submissive, and gets to see/speak to them both far more often. From what Sir has told me she does seem very interesting and I really want to get to play with her a little if they’ll let me. Downside to it is it’s still a long while before I’ll get to physically see the Sirs and Pretty is still expected to see them in the nearer future.

Now don’t get me wrong, I get just as jealous about Pretty as I do R-pet getting to play with them and be with them. My minor jealousy is not biased and the Sirs actually enjoy it because Pretty and I tend to compete with each other for their attention. R-pet just seems more competition to me, which I am starting to assume is more gender related than anything.

D and I are starting to have very serious issues as we haven’t been able to see each other for three weeks and likely won’t be able to see each other for two more weeks. The long period of absence is for various reasons, the main one is because D does have a child from his first marriage who he only gets to see so often and we both agree that his seeing her comes before him seeing me. Still the fact it will be over a month before we can hope to see each other is putting a hard strain on our relationship and our emotional states. So sadly there aren’t going to be many relationship updates for a while still unless he ditches his meetings this weekend (like I told him not to) and “kidnaps” me.

I have been trying to decide whether or not I’ll have enough money (I’m a server part-time at a crappy restaurant, I don’t make much money) this weekend to finally take Girlie out on our big date night. Only problem is that she has a roommate at her dorm and I can’t have anyone over at my house, so that’s likely another bust until she gets her own apartment. Seems life hates me of late, but it’ll turn around eventually.

I hope to write a little since I have a few days off due to currently being overworked to the point it’s putting too much stress on my body and mind. You guys can always drop me an ask or submit something if you like.

Sincerely,

F.S. / Kitty

I am going to update pictures of me in my collars as well as my corset, there may be more depending on what’s decided. I need to ask my Sirs if there are any specific pictures they may want uploaded. They will all be black and white simply because the lighting in my bedroom washes the colors out horribly and no amount of editing can properly correct it.

So prepare for some minor spamming.

Sincerely,

F.S. / Kitty