grimbous
patreon
A Simple Life: Chapter 98
🕑 Added 2023-12-11 20:52:00 +0000 UTCAfter talking to Winona about my grandpa I found my sorrow filled heart so much easier to bear. It’s not that the burden of his illness had been lifted from me, there was nothing in this world short of escapist delusion that could lift it, but it had been shared. And in sharing the burden with another it was ten times lighter. The weirdest thing of all though, I swear that in opening up I also made Winona feel better too. Not that she was happy to hear about my Grandpa, but she was touched, almost grateful, that I had trusted this vulnerable piece of myself with her. She wanted to be there for me. She wanted to help me bear it. Having her at my side made me more courageous. Having me lean on her made her feel stronger. And both of us felt felt less alone in the world. Showing trust in someone was never easy but, when that trust was well placed, the rewards were immeasurable.
We chat a little more about more pleasant topics as we aimlessly meander around the garage, though the longer we walked the less we talked as the romance of the moment washes over us. The setting sun, the emerging stars, the calm sea, the twinkling lights of Haven Point, and the soothing whisper of a gentle spruce scented wind. Ehkolie was at peace. And so were we.
A shiver runs through me as a cool breeze wafts across my bare arms and up under my skirt. Feeling the tremble against her as well as the gooseflesh that rises down my arms Winona turns us for home. She pulls me in close and rubs my arms and does what she can to keep me warm. Laying my head on her shoulder I walk along beside her, not even feeling the chill that had set into my flesh. The warmth we shared right now transcended the merely physical.
We enter the garage through the back again. Along the way Winona does everything for me. She opens the door, guides me along, protects me from the tools and counters of the working area, and never once lets me escape her touch. I understood why a lot of girls hated this stuff. If done by the wrong person for the wrong reasons it would be so terribly condescending. I knew Kayla had very little patience for it for example. But this girl liked it. I liked it a lot. It made me feel delicate and precious and worthy of wearing these fine clothes. It made me feel like a lady. I wouldn’t want it all the time but boy do I lap it up right now.
“Thank you.” I say demurely as Winona opens the suite door for me. She smiles and runs a hand down my arm which makes the goose pimples rise all over again. We step inside where we see Brutus fast asleep on a pillow. As I lean down to slip out of the gorgeous moccasins that I’d been lent I feel something…peep out from its hiding place. “Oh!” I stand and look down.
“What’s up?”
“Um.” I glance up at her, embarrassed. “I s-slipped out.” I whisper.
“Slipped out?”
I cover my crotch with my hands. “My c-clit.”
“Ohhh.” She smiles. Before I could excuse myself to the powder room she give my bum a pat and says. “Come here my girl. Let me take care of that.” I watch her walk to the love seat and sit down. Sitting with her knees tight together, not an easy feat for someone as hung as her, she pats them and beckons me. “Come on.”
I swish across to her, trying to contain my grimace from the way the edge of my cage was scraping my sensitive glans, and straddle her knees. She has me remain standing. Taking the front of my skirt she passes it up to me so that she could see what was going on. I take the fabric and hug it to my body as Winona takes a look.
“Mmm.” Her smile grows as she gives my nylon clad thigh a soft caress. Then, hooking the index finger from each hand down the waistband of my panties and hose, she pulls to reveal the problem.
When I see the issue I blush even more than I already was. I was not blessed in the size department in the first place. Add to that that I was more of a ‘grower’ than a ‘shower’. When I shrank, I SHRANK. And with the cool night air wafting freely up my dress and over my plastic sheath my member had gone into a full retreat to the warmth of my core leaving just a shriveled nub left to stick out. It was so cute! As teensy as it got. Like a ruddy little acorn poking out an underfilled sausage casing. So small that it had become a jailbreaker without meaning to.
I look to Winona for her reaction. I don’t get laughter, thank goodness, like I did that one time my family made me go swimming with them in the ocean and Jack pantsed me when I was coming out the frigid water. Not that my brothers were so much bigger or anything, but big enough to let me know that I was small. It was my sister’s laugher hurt the most that day. No, she does not laugh. Neither does she fawn over me. Instead, with happy eyes, she just checks on my shrunken organ to look for any signs of chafing or irritation. I sure liked the way she touched me.
“Sorry D-Daddy.” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “She’s cold. Not your fault baby.” She pulls my nylons and panties down a couple inches then looks up at me. “I’ve got your key right here. You want out?”
“No. No, please.”
“Okay.” She says softly as she starts to rub her hands together. Cupping my pouch and peen with a warmed hand she just holds me. Ohhhh, that feels nice. “I was thinking.”
“Mmm?”
“Our safeword.” She says. “I like ‘Apron’ but sometimes it isn’t as simple as yes/no. Things aren’t always binary. But I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Ok-kay.”
“I was going to bring in some FoF terms.” She says. “But lets keep it simple. Red light, yellow light, green light.” Releasing her hand reveals that my tight nubbie had relaxed a little. Without even needing to unlock me she feeds me back into my cage then brings both hands to bear to cup my whole package. As she warms me she continues. “Red means stop. It means stop what I’m doing and I do a check in. Yellow means that’s enough. It means you’re having fun but you’re wary to go any farther and I’ll need permission to go further.”
“P-Permission?”
“You’re the sub, baby girl. I can steer the course, but only you get to say how far we go.”
“Oh.”
“And Green means full speed ahead.”
“Wh-What about Apron?”
“Apron means we STOP. Everything. Right then. Period.” She says firmly. “It means something is not right. I’ll stop everything we’re doing and we cuddle. We talk. We learn. Okay?”
“G-Green, go. Yellow, slow. Red, stop. Ap-pron, game over.”
“You got it.” Her cupped grip gets more snug. Like magic her toasty palms makes me grow and fill my cage like I was supposed to. “Avery.”
“Yeah?”
“If you ever need to say our safe word.” She gazes into my eyes. “I will never be upset. I will never be disappointed. Don’t you ever think you are spoiling our fun. In fact I’d be kinda pissed if you didn’t use it if you needed to. I need to be able to trust you to tell me the truth, okay?”
“Okay.” I say. “I t-trust you Winona.”
She gives me a smile and a nod. “Okay.” Pulling her hands away she checks my clit again. “There we go. Perfect.” Satisfied that it was snug and secure once more she pulls my panties up and then my hose then has me let go of the skirt to fall down over her legs. Only then does she pull me down to sit on her legs. She rubs my legs through my skirt and lets her hands explore up my lithe body. “I’m gonna be straight with you baby girl. Kay and I fooled around with some stuff but…I’ve never actually had a proper submissive before. I don’t want to…I don’t want to mess up. I want to be careful. Hell, I don’t even know where my own lines are.” She chuckles. “I might need to use a few of those words myself!”
I grin. “Th-That’s okay.”
“Good.” Her right hand slide up around the side of my slender neck then back down my chest, lingering for a few titillating seconds over my right tit. “And speaking of BDSM shit, I still got a present for you.”
“Oh!” I light up. “B-BDSM sh-shit? Really?”
“I kept a present back, remember?”
“I remember!” I giggle and clap my hands. Ohhh! What could it be?
“I think you’ll like it.”
“I will, I will!”
“We’ll see. You want it now baby girl?”
“Yes! Yes D-Daddy!”
“Ask me nice.”
“P-Please.”
She tilts her head. “You can do better than that.” She gives my thigh a pinch. “Ask me nice baby girl.”
I stop my bouncing to bring my hands in front of my chest in a cutesy pleading position. Lowering my chin and batting my big, blue eyes I beg with all my subby heart. “Please. Can I have my p-present? Pleeease. Ohhh pleeease.” In a tone sweeter than cotton candy I glaze it all over with a sappy. “I love you Daddy.”
“How do you…DO that?” Winona slowly shakes her head. “That is not fair. You know that right? That is just not fair.” She looks over at her poster for help. “Are you seeing this Johnny?”
I giggle and tug at her shirt needily. “I’ve been a good girl. Pleeease can I have my present.”
“Okay! Okay!” She laughs, then adds with a saucy wink. “Just remember, you asked for it.”
Comments
Grimbous
😂
nope
The stories, THEY ARE CONVERGING!
