Knotty Thursday! Messy Corset, VERY Neat Homework!

 

I'll have to go back and retry this corset sometime! It's meant to be a quick release design, but I just wasn't in a tutorial-watching mood. Still had a wonderful time of course!

And THIS treasure really aced his hishi karada homework! Today was a day of getting texted BEAUTIFUL photos. 

Knotty Thursday: M'Lady's Corset and Very Happy Rope News!

 

Happy Thursday, superpals! I'm really excited about how this corset came out--the bottom part was a Rory's Brainworks creation, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGlQHKagxJo) but I spaced out and made the upper part all on my own! It's basically an echo of how the corset is built, but with just the pink middle ropes. This is one of my favorite creations of all time. The Shy One said I have to give it a special name, so I called it M'Lady's Corset because a ladder is kind of like Upstairs. Downton Abbey kink 4life.

And! Okay, I'm behind on the cuteness-reporting when it comes to The Shy One (Sooooo many paragraphs upcoming!) but guess what! He wants to learn the ropes for real! He wants to do "real classes, without distractions"--not sure I can provide that, but I do aim to try! We've been having a both-our-birthdays extravaganza all month, and today I found a pretty gift bag to give him my practice ropes and one of my pairs of rainbow safety scissors. He sent me the picture below and I sent him a link to Rory's channel. I'm so pleased that my sweetheart boyfriend is taking up the knots with me! I can't WAIT to see what we create together.

Knotty Thursday: Woven Corset and I Heart Dating Myself!

 

I had a very hot night with myself (Some important strategically-placed knots definitely aren't in the picture!) but the most special moment happened as I was turning off Downton Abbey and heading upstairs with my Complete Book of Knots and a half-finished glass of wine. A thought, clear as a bell: "I love you." Directed at myself!

Dating myself is often a tangle of frustrations and impatience, but it's beautiful to have the self-love proclaimed so clearly! Especially given that my brain isn't always cooperative with the good thoughts. This was so real and sincere, it felt like a big milestone!

I started from this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoZhA9Xd6Rs and I think I did a pretty good job! The weaving could've been much prettier, but I started to have trouble concentrating toward the end.

And! I had a lovely and sweet at-least-a-friend to text the photos to after! I'll tell you his nickname once we meet in person.

So yeah. Though my heart is still full of The Shy Ones, I'm happy to be talking to a few potential rope pals. Where there is cuteness, there is hope.

Unicorn Practice Is Easy Part Two: My Lucky Underwear Down His Pants

 

I wish I could give you identifying characteristics of the party from last Friday night, because it was a doozie. It hit the spot in a wide variety of ways. A pretty friend of mine even let me take off her dress—I didn’t even know I wanted to DO that! But that’s not what this story’s about.

I’m taking a break from romance until my home situation is ironed out, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep having adventures. It’s impossible to turn off the flirt anyway. I went to the party with very little agenda other than to catch up with friends, but of course one always hopes that spanks might happen. I wore my short black and white dress that Steampunk Guy inspired me to buy a few months back, with leggings and a shiny red bra that matched my red satin heels. I couldn’t stay long because I had to drive to the beach in the morning, but I accomplished a lot of fun in two drinks’ worth of time.

Let’s call them Cute Master and Pretty Slave. I noticed them as soon as they came in the door. She’s a tall dark-haired knockout and he has that confident, cheery glow that well-sexed men tend to have—very appealing. Once they were settled into the party, I struck up a conversation with him and then she came and sat at his feet. She was wearing a fitted lacy black dress and a collar. I asked them all about their adventures and liked hearing about them fucking in all kinds of nice show-offy situations.

I asked them what advice they might have for a new unicorn.

“The unicorn can do no wrong. You’re what everyone’s looking for.”

When he said that, I had the sensation of sitting in a throne like a princess, the world at my feet. Knowing the realities of secondary-ness in general, I suspected that that might not be the whole story, and a friend standing behind me confirmed it:

“They don’t know what they’re looking for. And they don’t know what to do when they get it.”

Huh.

(I just want to stop and note that wanting to practice playing as a supporting character doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten that I want my own guy. Just I’m not ready for him yet and I still want to have fun. Plus! People are hot and I am alive.)

Cute Master is a goofball and an instigator. You know I love making friends with good bad influences. When I expressed (uncharacteristic!) hesitation about being the first one naked, he insisted that Pretty Slave take her dress off as encouragement. She stripped down to her corset (Oh such lovely little boobs peeking out the top. Picturing them I wish I’d gotten a little more handsy.) and panties, and I stripped down to nothing. Cute Master stuffed my underwear down the front of his pants, a cheeseball move that I found hilarious.

“Suck her nipple,” he said to Pretty Slave. I was sitting in a chair and she was on the floor. She looked up at me kinda wide-eyed and asked if she could, and I nodded, nervous-but-emphatically. It was the first time I’d been touched that way by a woman who isn’t Sweetie since the year 2000. Her mouth on me felt strange and new and I felt tentative at first but gave in to it, burying my head in her nice-smelling hair as she licked and sucked, gently running my hands over her back. He took the other nipple and sucked too hard (They’re my favorite part of me but sosensitive!) until I had to smack him in the back of the head and the spell was momentarily broken.

Song of the Week/What's On the Kitten Calendar

This weekend, Sweetie and I are taking our first trip to a clothing-optional beach. I have a lot of anxiety about it, both about sunburn and about nakedness. There are a whole lot of different sex-positive meetups going on there this weekend, so it'll be pretty crowded. Sweetie is usually the shy one, but I wonder if I'll be the one to want to bolt for a more clothed location. I am curious to feel the ocean on my naked body, though--hopefully I'll have good things to report.

And the weekend after, we're going to our first ball, which also makes me nervous. It's a space-themed play party and I'm interested to see what outfits everyone comes up with. Plus, I think it's a good excuse to wear a tiara, like I need an excuse... We can't quite figure out what Sweetie should wear, she's not a very costumey person--suggestions?

Here's the corset she's learning for me for the occasion. Wish us luck!