#daddy n dolly
Yesterday’s assignment. Ironically, immediately after, I misunderstood an order (looking back I have no idea how I was so dense) and I will be punished for it later today.
Currently plugged, dripping, and getting ready for school. ♥︎
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In my 8 AM class earlier today, I kept blushing whenever I met someone’s eye, and quickly looked away. I was so embarrassed, constantly feeling the plug inside of me, wondering if maybe they knew even though it was impossible.
Then, of course, I thought about what IF they knew, what they would think, how differently they would think of me, who they only knew as a well-dressed academic. If they saw what was under my skirt.
I was soaked.
And even more embarrassed by that fact.
I kept thinking about my plug, feeling so … almost below them, in a deliciously humiliating way, that I was so owned and so pliable that I would willingly obey the command that effectively put one of my holes in use for the entire day. It was beyond humbling.
Yesterday, Daddy yanked on my hair to pull my hair back just to lay sweet, slow kisses on my neck and collarbone.
It was so sweet and so unexpected and so perfectly understanding of everything that I love and want that I instantly melted into giggles and cuddles.
I will probably always look back on that and smile.
