First date outfit.For the first time since I was given a first date outfit to wear, I wanted to as
First date outfit. For the first time since I was given a first date outfit to wear, I wanted to ask permission to not wear my first date outfit. I think it’s because she’s a woman and I get really excited and kinda silly about women. But I didn’t. I can and should have all the fun I want, but MLAM is, at the end of the day, the person who owns me. If he told me to stop seeing someone, I would have to stop. Of course, he cares about my happiness, so I trust him not to do that unless he feels it’s necessary, either because that person is bad for me, or because he feels that he needs to remind me of where I stand. Which really, we both know exactly where that is. This girl, though. I gave her the nickname “Lioness” on here as placeholder until I found something better. But it works. Really well. She’s got a real dominating energy and it makes me want to impress her and be good. Before happy hour on Tuesday, she asked me to “save some time to sit on [her] lap” and when I told her I definitely would and was looking forward to it, she called me “cute thing” and I made adorable high-pitched sounds because I just can’t handle that. Happy hour made me realize that “Lioness” is a fitting name. She grabbed my sides and dug her nails in when I was sitting on her lap and she moved me around and told me she would decide where we’re eating tonight and at one point she called me “good girl” and oh goodness was it all heady. During happy hour, I got manhandled/groped/used as a practice bottom by four different people. On the way out, Lioness had me sit on her lap again, we talked a bit, and then she pushed me up and away and gently told me to go eat. I did a little skip on the way out and I was headspacey for about twenty minutes. I can’t wait for this date to start! -- source link
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