truly a college girl at heart
I went back to my college coed roots Saturday night with Sir.
I got throughly, sloppily, totally shitfaced in Sir’s apartment.
Six shots of Grey Goose (the good stuff!) in a concoction of diet Sprite and cranberry concentrate. I pretty much binge drank, because I drank all six shots in an hour. It wasn’t long until I was doing my trademark “deliberate talking thing” (where I over-enunciate all my words so I don’t slur) and Sir was leading me back to the bedroom. Of course, Sir, being so ever helpful, had undressed me as I got progressively drunker.
Then He poured the remnants of His drink all over my bare chest. Making me into a very, very dirty little pet.
He pushed me down onto the bed… and here’s where things get fucked up.
In my drunken state, I accidentally revealed the fact that I masturbated (in secret) nearly every day last week.
Which is in TOTAL violation of my contract and protocol.
I don’t know why I did it, to be honest. I did miss Sir a lot, and I was very horny, but I usually ASK for permission first!
I still feel kind of bad about breaking so many rules. BUT NO MORE.
I will be a very good pet for Sir.
HOWEVER. I still haven’t received a punishment spanking for breaking all those rules, and by default, still feel guilty for what I did.
I was so so so so wasted that night. I feel kind of bad about being that drunk.
I was too drunk.
We had a wonderfully lovely weekend to make up for the weirdness of Saturday.
Lots of winding conversation, brunch together, laying around in bed cuddling. One day at His apartment somehow turned into ALL WEEKEND at the apartment.
He wrapped me up in plastic again. Mmm. More on that later, because…
first day of classes today!
