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A Hungry Girl-Part 1

February 3, 2019 By GlassMenagerie 5 Comments

We had been talking for months, but busy schedules, logistics and travel time had kept us from connecting. There is something about anticipation though; the craving, and the build up that makes even the wait enjoyable.

I definitely could not wait to see them.

I had confessed a while back that it had been months and months (and months) since I had been touched by anyone but myself. Not that opportunity hadn’t presented itself, but I wanted more than just a fuck here and there. I was such a hungry little girl. When I told them, I could feel the smile on the other end of the phone.

I thought about them frequently and every time I did my fingers traveled down my body to play.

The rule had been given two weeks prior to our date. My little pink holes where no longer mine for touch or play. No cumming until we got together. It was hard to resist, I was already aching, tingly, and desperate. I was counting down the days, the hours, and the time didn’t seem to go fast enough no matter how hard I wished it would.

I barely slept the night before. I was full of that nervous, excited energy. Butterflies fluttered on the inside. As I pulled into their driveway, my breath caught. I was shaky. I kept telling myself they were not strangers, we had an established connection. Limits, desires, kinks had all been talked about repeatedly. I cared so much about them both, and I couldn’t wait to show just how much. I rang the doorbell. I was greeted with hugs and such warm loving faces.

We laughed together over dinner, at some point the butterflies had disappeared. So when she took my hand in hers and said follow me, I did as she asked.

He had followed in behind, told me to strip down to my bra, panties and stockings, and I did as I was told. Blushing as they both watched me, wondering if they could hear how hard and fast my heart was beating. Miss smiled as she placed a pillow on the floor beside the bed.

“Kneel here little girl” I knelt before her as I had daydreamed about so many times. Her eyes, her voice, her body, everything about her made me not only want her but want to please her. She knelt in front of me briefly, pulling me to her, kissing me so deeply, I was already moaning into her mouth. She fastened a play collar around my neck, kissed my forehead, undressed as I watched and got up on the bed I was kneeling beside.

A hand found my hair and pulled my head back. My eyes now locked with his, it was making me wet. He smiled slightly at me but his eyes said something completely different. He brought his cock just out of reach of my mouth. I wanted it. I wanted it everywhere. I moved towards it began to open my mouth but was stopped by an abrupt slap to my face, followed by a firm “not yet”. It just made me wetter.

“You will not move from here understood?”I tried to nod but he pulled my head back harder.

“Understood?”

“Yes Sir” I managed to squeak out in a whisper.

“Mhmm good” he let go of my hair but kept up his gaze. “I think you should see what you’ve been missing out on” He smiled again as what he said registered with me.

“Watch? You just want me to watch?”

He didn’t answer, he brought his cock to my mouth, “Open”

I did as I was told, he wasted no time grabbing my head and thrusting hard in my mouth, I gagged and choked instantly and after just a few strokes he was covered in my spit. He climbed on the bed beside her.

“Put your hands up on the bed where we can see them.”

I sat up further on my knees and placed my hands up on the bed.

I watched.

I watched as a soft kiss grew deep and hard.

I watched as her hands gripped him.

I watched as his hands traced her body, searchy fingers finding her pussy. He teased at first before sliding fingers inside her. I ached. He fucked her with his fingers, bit down hard on her breast and her gasps and moans spun in my head. I rocked my hips just a little to match his rhythm, but gently, I didn’t want them to see. He pulled his fingers from her, turned to me and shoved them in my mouth. I sucked them like the hungry little girl I was and again he smiled at me.

He whispered something to her, and she flipped over on the bed. Her head down, ass high in the air. She turned her head to look at me.

“Wishing you were me?” she waited for a response.

“Uh huh. Yes, so much”

He caressed her ass with his hands before he started hitting it hard. I watched the colour of her cheeks change from pink to a bright deep red. Mmmm. I watched then, as he pushed his cock slowly but oh so deeply into her wet pussy. I felt the space then. That empty space between my thighs. How I longed for it to be filled and stretched like hers. He used slow deep strokes, and I imagined how good it must have felt. I rocked a little harder in place now, trying to lift the pillow up between my legs so I could rock against it. It wasn’t working. Faster he went, and so so hard. My hands moved with the bed and every now and then he looked over at me.

“Tell her baby, tell her how it feels” he growled at her.

“So fucking good, so good, don’t stop, I”m going to cum, please please” I don’t know how she lasted as long as she did.

“Cum baby, you can cum baby” he said it over and over and it made me rock harder in place. He continued to fuck her until his moans joined with hers. I was breathless. My panties were soaked. He pulled from her, turned and brought his cock back to my mouth. He didn’t need to tell me what to do, I knew what he wanted. I gently licked him clean.

He nodded at the bed. Miss was now on her back, spread before me. “Her too”, I stood up and my body rushed and I felt the blush come to my cheeks. I moved on to the bed and positioned myself between her legs and kissed gently down her thighs. He took hold of my hair again tightly and pushed my head right down to her dripping pussy. I licked and sucked, lapped at her like a kitten laps up milk, I swallowed every delicious drop of them.

She ran her hands through my hair gently, ‘such a good girl”.

It was then that I felt the bed shift and felthis presence behind me…

To be continued….

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

Sometimes I’m A Kitty Cat

October 1, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 4 Comments

I snuggled into my Daddy’s chest. Twirled his chest hair in my fingers. There’s so much I love about being with Daddy. Playing games, singing, being silly, taking cares of him (cause little ones know how to do that really good). Bedtime is when we would talk most sweetly to each other; he made me feel so very safe. I could tell him anything that was in my head and he would listen. Anything at all. At bedtime he rubs my back, gives me forehead kisses, and strokes my hair. When he was petting my hair, I suddenly had an idea that I was super excited about.

“Daddy?!”

“Yes? Little one.”

“Tomorrow, tomorrow I wants to be a kitty cat!!”

“Ohhh? A kitty cat?”

“Uh huh. Wear ears and a tail and meow and purrs and gets petted”

“Mhmmm?” Daddy was sleepy I could tell.

“Yes, Daddy. A kitty cat”

“Okay sweetie. Tomorrow you can be a kitty cat. Tonight though, it’s time for sleepy”

“But Daddy, now I’m excited about being a kitty cat!”

“Little one, even kitty cats need sleep.” He kept playing with my hair.

“Hmmm, okay Daddy. I know time to sleep”

I settled further into his chest and drifted off in Daddy’s arms.

When I woke, Daddy wasn’t in bed, which was strange cause it was Saturday and I get up first on Saturdays usually. I stretched and yawned and rubbed my eyes and got up to use our bathroom. When I came back out, I noticed what was on the dresser. Daddy remembered!!

My kitty ears, gloves with little kitty nails, and my tail. They were all purple cause in our house kitty cats can be purple. I put on my kitty ears and gloves. But I needed help with the tail. It was a special tail; you could wear it when you didn’t have clothes on cause kitty cats don’t wear clothes. Daddy said it was a plug and you would put it inside and that’s how your tail would stay on. So, even when you’re crawling on the floor it doesn’t fall off.

“Daddy!! I need some help please” I yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Be right there.” Daddy was in the kitchen probably getting breakfast. I was already on the bed in my “putting the tail in” position. That’s just like princess position with your face down on the bed and your bum high in the air.

“Mmmmm good girl,” Daddy said as he walked in. His footsteps came closer and I heard him open something. There was this special stuff that made your parts slippery when you used it.

“Ready little one?”

“Uh huh. Daddy puts the tail in please”

I felt Daddy’s hand on one side of my bottom. Then his finger dipped inside my little bum hole. Daddy usually put some of that stuff inside before my tail. I felt the plug go in. I likes the way it feels. Daddy gave my bottom a quick swat.

“All set you pretty kitty”

I meowed at him.

He petted my back and I arched to meet his hand.

“Kitty kitty I have a game for us to play”

I meowed again cause kitty cats don’t talk.

Daddy got something from his dresser. When he brought it over I could see that it was a purple collar with a little bell. I loved it. Purple to match his purple kitty.

He put it around my neck and did up the clasp.

“Purrrrfect,” he smiled at me. “Kitty cats, little one, are very quiet when they move. They are almost silent. That’s why some owners put bells on collars so they know where their kitty cat has gone”

I turned over so he could pet my tummy.

“I want to see how quiet you can be. You will crawl around the house just like a kitty. If I hear that bell though, I’m going to come find you, and then… well you’ll see, understood?”

Oh, I loved Daddy’s games. I meowed again to show that I understood. Daddy patted my head and stroked my tail and then left the room. I needed to be very, very quiet.

I slipped off the bed and down to the floor carefully. The bell moved, but didn’t ring. I began to crawl across the floor of our room slowly. I made it to the hall with no ringing. But the stairs!! I turned around to back down them so I could stay on my knees but the bell hit the stair above as I moved down and it rung.

“Don’t you move” Daddy’s voice carried through the house. I didn’t move an inch.

“Tsk Tsk, little kitty, Daddy heard that bell. So naughty, what should we do about it?” Daddy was already behind me. He made my princess parts tingle with his words. What would he do? Then he struck. I knew rights away it was the flogger. Across my bottom, across my back over and over. I cried out at first, but soon settled into it, arching my back to meet the flogger. It made my little honey pot drip. Daddy knew it and paused to dip a finger inside.

“So wet already pretty kitty.” He brought his finger to my mouth.

“Lick it kitty, lick Daddy’s finger clean.” I looked in Daddy’s eyes and licked his finger; it was so good tasting myself on his him. I tasted soooo sweet.

“Mmmmm good kitty, another try? Don’t you let that bell ring.”Daddy left the stairs. My bottom stung, but I knew now to be extra careful to keeps the bell away from the stairs. This time I made it to the bottom.

I started down the hall towards the living room. It felt like it was taking forever and ever to get there so, I moved a little faster, but my arms came up too quick and it knocked the bell, and it rung loud again.

“Kitty, kitty! Don’t you move!” And there was Daddy in front of me undoing his belt already. I tried to move fast. Cause kitties can be fast and I didn’t care about that bell ringing anymore. I wanted to be away from Daddy’s ouchie belt.

Daddy caught my leg and pulled me back towards him; I kicked and hissed (that’s the sound kitties make when they are mad).

“You hissing at me kitty?” He had a tight grip on my leg and down came his belt across my bottom hard.

“Stop struggling you naughty thing, “ He hit me again two more times til I stopped trying to gets away. I laid quiet on the floor. Daddy’s fingers were now searching inside my princess parts feeling how wet he had made me. Slowly sliding inside and out, I lifted my body up so he could go deeper.

“Oh, you frisky, little kitten. You want to play?”

I meowed and pushed back into his hand. But he stopped and wiped my wetness off his fingers and down my back.

“Turn around.”

I did what Daddy asked cause I was a good kitty (well, mostly). He now stood with his jeans undone and his yummy Daddy part was out. And it was hard. I liked that I made Daddy that way.

“Here Kitty Kitty, come get your treat.”

I moved closer to Daddy and looked up in his eyes.

“Lick your treat.” That’s all he needed to say.

I stuck out my little kitty tongue and began to give slow, long licks at first, making sure I got every inch of his hard Daddy part. Then, I opened my kitten mouth and took just the tip in, flicking my tongue against him. Daddy moaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me straight into him over and over. I continued to suck and let him use my little mouth. Faster and harder. It made my eyes all watery when he did this. Sometimes I made that sound like before you throw up. Gagging on him as he hit the very back of my throat. I felt Daddy tense up and I knew what was coming. But he pulled out instead and he slid his hand up and down his Daddy part until his Daddy cum came spurting out. He held a little purple dish and caught all of it in there.

“Such a good little kitty for Daddy.” He put the purple dish on the floor in front of me. Patted my head.

“You know what to do.”

And Daddy watched carefully as I licked and lapped that purple dish clean. I’m such a good little kitty cat (sometimes).

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

Girl Across The Bar

September 24, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 7 Comments

I lean into our kiss, pushing her gently against the wall of the room. Hands gliding slowly over her body. She’s already moaning into my mouth. She puts her hands through my hair, grazes them over my breasts, my nipples hardening under her gentle touch.

My mind flips to earlier when I watched her from across the hotel bar. Watched her closely as she took the glass and lifted it to her lips. Pink liquid kissing them before she swallowed it down. Putting a hand through her brown hair, she twisted the ends in her fingers, smiled and laughed as the bartender spoke to her. Pausing for a moment before our eyes met. I wasn’t subtle about taking her in. It was clear that my gaze was entirely on her. A smile flashed briefly across her face..

I pull back from her, staring into her blue eyes and nod towards the bed. I watch as she walks towards it, hips swaying slightly. I like the way she moves. She looks back at me over her shoulder with that smile again. She sits on the edge of the bed as I lean down to kiss her. And from there- My God from there, there is no longer space between us. Pinning her hands above her, I command her not to move. I just want to taste her. My hunger is as great as her need.

I bite her neck hard and as my hands start to search and explore her curves, I delight in her gasps and moans. Stripping her bare, her clothes tossed to the floor, I take one of her nipples softly in between my teeth, and flick it with my tongue. My fingertips dance along her skin leaving trails of goosebumps behind them. From her breasts, across her stomach, then finding her magic, little button. I settle there and start to play. Softly, gently teasing her clit with my fingers as I move down her body.

My mind flips back to earlier. Watching this beautiful girl. Observing her smile as the bartender brings her the drink I ordered and sent to her. Again, she catches my gaze as he motions in my direction. A little nod to acknowledge me before she takes another sip. I hear my phone buzzing in my purse, and take a moment to read the message sent.

“Hi, okay if I sit here?”

I look up and meet the warm smile of the girl across the bar who is now beside me pointing at the seat next to her.

“Of course,” I text. I turn to face her as she sits, and starts to trace the tip of her glass with her finger. I listen intently as she talks about what brought her here tonight. The stress of her job. Needing a break just for herself. I can relate. Eventually our conversation quiets into longing stares. She pauses to retrieve something from her purse and discreetly hands me a slick plastic card, which I realize is the key to a room at the hotel.

“See you soon?” she inquires. She smiles as she stands to leave. She doesn’t wait for my response.

I kneel at the end of the bed between her thighs and at last spread her wide. She is so exposed to me now, a heavenly feast for the wicked. I make her wait. Her hips rock up urging me forward. I grasp her thighs, plant little kisses along them, but skip over her sweet honey pot, the very place she wants my mouth the most. I know the ache she feels. I know exactly what she longs for, but I ask her anyway; I want to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want,” I order as my voice fills the room.

A quiet “please” is uttered. It’s the only word that escapes her mouth.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, ” I again command. I lick her dripping slit quickly. “You want my face there? My tongue buried in you?” I coyly ask. I wait for her response as she catches her breath.

“Yesss please,” she begs with a raspy tone.

“I’m not so sure you want it… Tell me again. I want to hear you say it,” I tease.

“Pleasse, lick me, taste me, I want you there, play with my pussy, fuck me, make me cum.” Her desperate words make me drip.

“Mmmm, Good girl.” I look into her glacial eyes as my fingers slide inside. She yelps loudly before my mouth gets to work. She pinches and plays with her nipples as I start licking her slowly and tenderly, feeling the build within her. I lift her sopping wet pussy to my mouth, supporting her ass with my hand. I suck and lick. My fingers work in a steady rhythm, fucking her until the moment she screams my name and starts to gush- soaking me and the bed beneath her. I lick my lips savouring her taste and rest my head on her thigh, feeling the slight tremor it still holds. Her eyes remain closed as she breathes in deeply. I rise to my feet and smile proudly to myself as I walk to my overnight bag, removing the magic wand from it.

She sighs and declares, “I love date night.”

I walk back towards our bed and state, “My beautiful girl, the night has just started”

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

First Impressions- Tips for a Good Fet Profile

August 6, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 13 Comments

Hall of Frames: Hallway Rear [Self-Portrait by Domina Mara]

For a long time I felt there was part of me that was unfulfilled. I knew that my thoughts and desires were different than the mainstream. I knew what I craved, but felt so alone in it. To help me gain some insight, I started doing research to learn more about fetishes and kink. After a while, I stumbled across Fetlife.

To join the site you first need to create a profile. While it’s tempting to rush through things and get to the “good stuff,” taking your time with your profile is essential because it represents you. It gives others a first impression of who you are, why you’re on Fetlife, and what you hope (if anything) to get out of it.

To me, the About Me section is the most essential part of a Fetlife profile. Here are some tips regarding this section that I have found useful.

Setting Up Your Profile- The About Me Section

Here are some things to think about as you write the “about me” portion of your profile:

Safety

Although I’d love to say that everyone has the best of intentions in life that simply isn’t true. Safety and protection of your personal information needs to be considered. For instance;

Don’t include contact information like phone numbers, your address, or email on your profile -remember your profile can be publicly viewed by other members! (I know this seems obvious, but I’ve seen it)
Don’t use your real name for your username or share your real name or the names of family members
Don’t share other ways people can contact you off of Fetlife
If you’ve set your location to Antarctica because you don’t want others to know your exact location, then don’t join groups that have your city or state listed either i.e. The California Kinksters Group
I would also advise that you don’t share your occupation, especially if you are in public service

What would you like people to know about you?

Describe your personality: are you outgoing or more introverted? Kind-hearted? Super smart? Have a great sense of humour?
Describe a bit about who you are. I did this by dividing it into two sections, “Kinky Me” and “Vanilla Me”. In the “Kinky Me” section, I describe who I am as a submissive and things I enjoy. In “Vanilla Me,” I share mostly interests and hobbies. As someone new you could talk about what you’ve learned about yourself so far and/or mention that you’re simply exploring who you are.
If you’re currently in an established dynamic/relationship and have preferences for how you are contacted and how people interact with you, the “About Me” is a great place to share that information i.e. “I am currently owned and collared. All messages must be directed to my Dominant.”
I prefer to keep my friends list small. Partly because I have pictures of my face set to friends only. I also like to keep my home feed something I can manage so I can see and enjoy what my friends have posted. It’s important to me to have developed a bit of a friendship through meeting at munches or through interactions on Fetlife before I add anyone. Because this matters to me, I also take the time to mention this on my profile. This way I don’t get a ton of unwanted friend requests, and if someone sends me one without previous contact, I know they haven’t taken the time to read my profile. The amount of friends you’d like is of course up to you and how you want to experience Fetlife.

Why did you come to Fetlife?

Although Fetlife is not set up as a dating website, many people meet and connect with potential partners as well.
Think about your reasons for joining and whether you want to share them. It’s helpful for others who are looking for a potential partner to see if you are as well or just focused on friends and events.
You’ll find by sharing what you hope for upfront, it’ll help you avoid some unwanted messages.

Odds and Ends

Other things I’ve seen included on profiles

Favourite quotes and writers
Websites or other places members write and share their kinky selves
Favourite music and song lyrics
Bucket lists- a kinky “want to” try list
Shortcuts to favourite writings or pictures they’ve posted

Tips

Be positive. Often, I see profiles with a huge list of rules for contact. While it’s proactive to state what you are open to, long lists of “do nots” may give a negative impression and discourage others from reaching out. (unless that’s your intent)
Leave space between paragraphs and information. Format your “About Me”. Long blocks of text can be overwhelming to the reader as well as challenging to read.
Think about how long you want your profile to be. If people need to read a small novel they are less likely to take the time to read it
Resist the temptation to write “I don’t know what to say, just ask,” Investing time into writing your profile leads to a better understanding of “you” and a more fulfilling time on Fetlife overall (at least that’s been my experience)
Think of it as a FAQ-What are people mostly likely to ask you?
Remember that nothing is set in stone. You have the ongoing ability to change a lot about your profile including the about me section. As you change on your journey, what you want to include on your profile will too

As they say on Fetlife, “Happy Perving!”

About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

Kinky Shopping

July 2, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 12 Comments

I don’t always love shopping for new clothes. I find it boring and an exercise in frustration. Shopping for new lingerie, however, is something entirely different. I love lace and silk and garters and pretty panties. With this in mind, we walked into the mall hand in hand and headed straight for the lingerie shop. You followed me closely as I touched fabric and browsed the racks.

“What colour Sir?” I asked, knowing your answer already.

“You know what I like, little girl,” you muttered as you smirked back at me. “Little girl,” sigh. What is it about those words that make the place between my thighs heat up?

I selected a lace teddy in black, with matching garters, and you followed in back towards the fitting room. I closed the door behind me.

“I want to see once you have it on.” There was a smile in his voice when he spoke.

“Of course,”

I slipped my clothes off, and enjoyed the feel of the lace as I pulled it down over my body. I stepped into the garter belt, glanced in the mirror, and thought it looked pretty.

“I asked you to show me.” Your voice was a little sharper now.

I opened the door to the fitting room, stepped out slightly, gave you a little twirl, and flashed you a smile.

“Mmmm, very pretty. I like that one.”

I smiled knowing I had pleased you. You pointed back at the fitting room. As I stepped back in and was about to close the door, I realized you were right behind me. You then closed the door behind us, and put a finger to your lips telling me to “shhh”.

“Kneel. Now.” It obviously wasn’t a question.

I dropped to my knees before you. You had already unzipped and that delicious cock of yours was presenting itself to me. I can never resist it or you.

“You know what to do, little girl,” you commanded with a smirk. “Now.”

I obediently began to lick, base to tip. Traced circles around your cock with my tongue. Spat on it. Gripped it tightly, sucked just the tip. God, you tasted good already.

“Open. And be quiet”

You put both hands in my hair grasping it tightly. You slid that cock in slowly, making me take every inch until I was filled with you. My hand started to travel down my body searching for the place between my thighs that tingled and dripped. You slapped my face. Fuck. It stung.

“Did I say you could touch?”

I shook my head “no” slowly.

“Hands behind your back.” I did as you demanded as you stroked the cheek you hit gently.

Your hands were back in my hair now; you began to thrust. Slow at first then gaining speed. I gagged and sputtered. I tried so hard to be quiet. But that cock pushed sounds out of me I could not control. Backed up against the wall of the fitting room there was no place for me to retreat. So, I knelt helplessly as you pulled my hair towards you, making me take you deeper and deeper.

“Mmmm. My greedy, little girl. Take Daddy just like that”

I could tell from your pace and the look on your face, you were close. Harder and harder you went. Taking my air. My eyes filled with tears. My face became wet with them.

“When I explode in that little mouth of yours you are not to swallow. You are to hold what I give you until I tell you otherwise. Are we clear, little girl?”

I nodded slightly.

You increased the rhythm, and I saw your eyes start to roll. And then it came. Your cock pulsed as I felt your load hit the back of my throat. God, there was so much of it. My mouth was full. But I dared not swallow. You zipped up. Kindly helped me to my feet and out of the fitting room. I fucking loved the taste. It swished in my mouth as I moved.

“Get dressed. And I think we’ll buy that set. I like it on you,” you said through the door.

I get dressed quickly. It was hard not to swallow. I left the room to meet you in the hall.

“All good, little one?” I nodded. You smiled at me as I followed you out. I handed the teddy and garters to you.

“No, I think you should pay for them.” I panicked a little. How am I going to pay silently?

I approached the counter and sheepishly handed the items to the cashier.

“Find everything okay?”

I could only nod. I could imagine Sir smiling behind me.

“Need anything else?” Fuck I wanted to swallow. I was sure my mouth looked full. I was sure she knew. I felt my face heating up. But I shook my head “no”.

“And how will you be paying?” I flashed her my MasterCard.

I finished paying. She handed me the bag. I turned and Sir took my hand. As we left the store, he whispered, “Don’t you dare swallow yet.” I nodded.

“Good girl.”

We walked through the mall. I could feel him smiling at me. I hoped I didn’t see anyone we knew.

We reached the exit, and Sir held the door for me. As we passed through, he grabbed my arm gently and pushed me towards the wall.

He looked deep in my eyes. “Swallow.”

And I did. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply.

“Such a good, little girl”

I smiled at him.

I like shopping trips with Daddy.

About the Author:

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

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