#that voice
We all moved to Reaction Junkie’s room when his roommate came home. Cunt Destroyer accidentally left her phone in the living room, and she and I made Reaction Junkie go fetch it, even though his ankles and hands were still cuffed, making it difficult. A little while later, Cunt Destroyer’s partner arrived, and we all talked and oohed and awww-ed over the kitten. At one point during the conversation, Cunt Destroyer’s partner pulled a knife out of his pocket and started playing with it a bit, really just turning it around in his hands. It turned me on in a big way and I had a very difficult time not staring at him. There aren’t many things much sexier than a guy playing with knife. I need to ask some partners to pull knives on me and threaten me with them sometime soon.
One of the things that is equally, or possibly more, sexy happened while I was on the bed with Reaction Junkie, my head resting on his legs. I said something sassy and he moved one leg to the other side of my neck and started squeezing, choking me with his legs. It was super effective and I got fuzzy and calm. And turned on, of course. He did it a couple of times, and I really enjoyed it. There’s another thing I want more of and will definitely need to ask for.
While we were all hanging out in the bedroom, I found myself amused/turned on by being a lil’ bit dommy towards Reaction Junkie. When he would say something I didn’t like, found annoying, or was pretending to dislike or find annoying, I’d give him a nice, firm hair grab. He makes a lovely little sound, like a combination of a sigh, a gasp and a whimper. In addition, when I flipped the script from what he’d been doing earlier in the weekend and told him, “Kiss me,” he started responding, “Yes, sir.” Although it might have been a bit of a joke initially, I’m pretty fucking into it.
The Unknown Quantity showed up partway through the afternoon, which I was excited about. He’s a lot of fun, and I was happy to get a chance to spend more time getting to know him. I’d been feeling pretty gross most of the day, so I told Reaction Junkie that I wanted to take a shower. He told me that I had to get undressed there in his room, with everyone around, not in the shower. It didn’t bother me, since half the people there had already seen most of my body, but it did turn me on a bit to be made to strip in front of everyone. Both because of the exhibitionism, but also because everyone saw Reaction Junkie order me to do something. I like when my d/s-y dynamics are on display for everyone to see, especially when I’m being a good little cunt and obeying. I got naked, causing The Unknown Quantity to comment that he hadn’t expected this within five minutes of showing up, but that he probably should have. I giggled and headed to the shower.
When I got out of the shower, I dried off and went back into the bedroom. I lounged naked on the bed with The Unknown Quantity for a while. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for a little more play that weekend. And, well, LFB gets what LFB wants. In fact, I got more than I bargained for, with a bit of co-toppiness from The Unknown Quantity and Reaction Junkie.
While I was just innocently lying in bed, The Unknown Quantity started hurting my thighs. I was still sensitive from the day before, so I started squirming around. Reaction Junkie came over and helped, both by holding me down so that I couldn’t try to push The Unknown Quantity off or cover myself, and by getting me to behave, since I’ve got extra motivation to follow his instructions, given that he’s my owner.
Reaction Junkie had a “”“fun”“” idea and grabbed some buckyballs. For some reason, I was really freaked out by the idea of having the magnets used on me, and I got really whiny and started struggling more earnestly. Reaction Junkie had to use a voice with me, which was controlling and hot. “Put your hands on top of your head.” When I didn’t comply, The Unknown Quantity grabbed my thigh and dug in hard with his nails. I yelped and, shaking, placed my hands where I’d been told to place them. Reaction Junkie leaned over and put the buckyballs on my ear. I was relieved, since I thought he’d been going for the nipple, and I realized they didn’t hurt anywhere as much as I thought they would.
I was just relaxing into the slight feeling of pressure when Reaction Junkie moved to do my nipple. I started making noise and moving around more, and he had to use a voice with me again. He said, “[LFB], shut up.” and I got quiet. And turned on. I like being told to shut up like that, with that tone. He put the magnets on me, and it hurt less than I thought it would. He added more, increasing the pressure and the pain until he finally took them off, which made me wince.
I wasn’t done yet, though. The Unknown Quantity grabbed the kitten and put her on my thigh. Her little kitten claws dug into my bruised skin and hurt, but I had to stay still so I wouldn’t scare her or hurt her. I’d been using one of those head scratcher massager things earlier, and The Unknown Quantity grabbed it. He played with the kitten with it for a little while, and then started running it along my inner thigh. I tried not to move too much, as the thing scratched and poked. Finally, the kitten ran off to do something else, and I thought I might escape. To the contrary, The Unknown Quantity turned the head scratcher around and dug the pointy tip of the handle into my sensitive bruises. It hurt like fuck. He pushed it in hard, and it was all I could do not to cry out. He continued hurting me until it was time to head out to dinner.
It was love at first hearing.
I should make more recordings.
Probably one of the first things I said to you.
A good voice can make everything better. Even beyond when someone puts on that voice, their dom voice, which is a wonderful thing in its own right, a nice speaking voice is delicious icing on the cake.
Marxman and Reaction Junkie have lovely voices that make anything they say even sexier, which makes having a sexual conversation or hearing a story just that much better. I mean, hell. I got into it when Reaction Junkie was explaining to me how to play Plague, Inc. When he’s saying sexy things, it’s even more of a turn on.
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Happy hour was great on Tuesday!
Reaction Junkie and I got there earlier than usual, which I’m very happy about, since it meant the wonderful evening lasted as long as possible. When we went up to the bar, we saw that Pup (A new boytoy Reaction Junkie got for me. I’ll write up the night that happened soon) was there. We said hello and started talking. As we conversed, more and more people streamed into the bar. I kept looking up as people came in, looking for Radical Girl, a new friend who was coming to happy hour at my invitation.
Finally, Radical Girl walked in. We greeted each other, and I introduced her to some of the people I was talking to. There was so much excellent conversation about all kinds of topics, from Google Glass to social anxiety to Berkley to not feeling like an interesting person, and so on. I wandered in and out of conversational groups, feeling more confident and socially competent than I have in a long time. My more core group of friends and I worked to keep the worst of the “fresh meat” phenomenon from negatively affecting Radical Girl. There were still some uncomfortable moments, and I won’t deny that we also had a bit of that going on (we also had the whole “liking her because she’s a cool person” thing going on tho), but overall we made sure her first time at that happy hour was not overly creeper-laden.
At some point, Reaction Junkie and I were in conversation with Pup. Something that was said made Reaction Junkie want to play with him a little. I think it may have been that he said something about me, rather than to me. Anyway, Reaction Junkie told Pup, “Get on your knees.” (This wasn’t a new thing; we played like this at the party last Saturday.) Pup hesitated. He looked around, like he was looking for help. Help he didn’t really want. He slowly dropped to his knees. Once he was kneeling in front of me, Reaction Junkie said, “Now look LFB in the eyes and tell her you’re glad to see her.” The voice he was using made me want to obey despite the fact he wasn’t even talking to me. Pup must have felt similarly, because he looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m glad to see you.” I smiled and responded that I was glad to see him, too.
Reaction Junkie gave Pup a “Good boy.” Then he said, “Now beg. Beg LFB for permission to stand up.” In a frustrated tone, Pup said he wanted to stand up. “Beg,” responded Reaction Junkie in that voice. Pup leaned into me and put his arms around my legs and pressed his head into my midsection. It brought to mind a puppy trying to burrow into someone to escape something scary. That made me feel bad for him, and I put my arms around his shoulders. He ran his hands up and down the backs of my calves, which felt very nice. I petted him for a moment before he looked up at me and in a small voice if he could stand up. I smiled down at him and gave him some head scratches. Then I told him he was a good boy and that he could stand.
Pup stood up. I got involved in a couple of conversations, and then found myself talking to Reaction Junkie. I said something to him about how I feel about topping/domming. When I told him, “I’m not good at being dommy,” he told me that I was. I disagreed. Reaction Junkie got Anderson Cooper’s attention and instructed him to look into my eyes and “tell LFB she’s good at being dommy.” Anderson Cooper told me, “I’ve seen you with Reaction Junkie. You’re good at being dommy.” I was about to protest, but then Reaction Junkie looked at Pup, about to give him the same order he gave Anderson Cooper.
Before Reaction Junkie could speak, Pup said, “You don’t have to tell me,” looked me in the eyes, and told me, “LFB, you’re very good at being dommy.” I could tell from the look on his face and the tone of his voice that he was completely sincere. I stopped arguing and accepted the compliment the three men had given me. “Oh…well,” I blushed and looked down, “Thank you.” The whole thing made me feel pleasantly embarrassed, boosted my self-esteem, and left me feeling more confident about exploring that side of myself.
