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오팬무 컬러는 다르지만 요런 스타일. 색은 수박색과 핑크색이 섞여있는 아이로.. 비가 오는 새벽이라 옥상 파라솔 회동은 불가! 야간에 시설팀에서 아예 옥상 출입을 막아놓은 듯 해요. 바람이 불면 날아갈 수 있으니 파라솔도 접고 테이블도 구석으로 치워 놓고요. 탕비실에서 커피 내리면서 잠깐 오팬무 보고 완료! 소추본부장님(입에 잘 안 붙고 지나치게 기네요) 제가 커피 내리고 아이스 커피 만드는 동안 뒤에서 스커트 밑으로 어떤 팬티인지 더듬어 상상해 보고 눈으로 확인하기 게임! 여름에는 팬티 스타킹 안 신기 때문에 직접 터치가 가능하죠. 워낙 팬티가 많기 때문에 두 번 같은 팬티 입은거 볼 기회가 없었을 거에요.

2. 아무튼 시리즈 특정 사물이나 습관, 행위에 대한 자신만의 덕후적 경험과 사유를 담은 에세이 시리즈인데요. 몇 번 저도 포스팅에서 언급해서 기억하시는 분들 계실 거에요. 제일 처음 접한 시리즈는 "아무튼 떡볶이" (가수이자 작가, 독립서점 주인장인 요조 작가님 작품)였고, 그 뒤에 "아무튼 피트니스", "아무튼 쇼핑", "아무튼 서재" 등등 자신만의 독특한 취향을 담은 에세이를 부담없이 읽었어요. 최근에는 "아무튼 메모"와 "아무튼 양말"을 읽었고, 밀리의 서재를 통해서도 몇 권 더 훑어본 적이 있습니다. 읽다보면 저도 "아무튼 티팬티"로 몇 꼭지까지는 흥미로운 글을 쓸수 있을것 같단 생각이 들곤해요. 이런 생각이 드는 경우는 좀 밋밋하게 글을 쓴 작가의 글을 접할 때고요. 톡톡 튀는 독특한 표현과 재기발랄한 유머와 반전을 녹여낸 감탄스러운 글을 읽다보면 그런 생각은 싹 사라지고 쭈글해져 버리죠. 제가 아직 구매하지 않은 티팬티는 위와 같은 진주알 티팬티. 전적으로 이벤트용인데.. 저는 팬티라이너 붙이기 어려울 것 같아서 장바구니에 담지 않았던 실용주의자인 걸 보면 "아무튼 티팬티"를 쓸 자격이 아직 모자라는지도!

3. 가슴 가슴 가슴 어제 달리기 사진 올렸던 AI 모델(?)에 대해 단톡방에서 의견이 좀 있던데요. 어제 정도의 가슴이 왜 저의 희망하는 정도라고들 생각하시는지 어이가 없....

같은(?) 모델의 다른 몸매를 찾아 봤는데.. 이 정도라면 저도 다음 생에는 한번 갖고 싶단 생각이 듭니다. 뭐 그렇다구요.. ㅎㅎㅎ

Q&A Q 티팬티속 라이너는 하루에 한번 갈아치우나요? 그거안차면 팬티가 젖여서? A 많이 젖지 않는 날은 오전 오후 한번씩. 아침부터 유난히 자극을 많이 받고 많이 젖는 날은 수시로 갈아차요. 대부분 제가 입는 팬티는 애액을 흡수하는 기능을 애초부터 상실한 애들이라.. 라이너 안차면 스커트에 자국이 생기죠.

Q 양재천 코스는 주로 어디로 달려요? 일상생활에서 바이브나 딜도 꽂고 있을때 타인에게 노출 등 의도치않은 실수 사례 없었는지 궁금. 글고 첫 돔(?)을 경험해보면서 섭 입장에서 즐길때와 어떤 부분이 다르다고 느꼈는지 궁금.

A 특정 장소 언급하는게 요즘같이 흉흉한 시기에 위험하다고 조언해주시는 분들도 계시는데요. 양재천변 코스는 번화가까지는 아니지만 진짜 조깅, 라이딩, 산책하시는 분들도 붐벼요. 물론 자정 가까운 시간이 되면 많이 한산하고 그땐 좀 위험할 수도 있겠지만요. 레깅스 입고 다니는 분들 많아서 제가 눈에 확 들어올 일은 없을듯요? 그리고 양재천 코스는 탄천과 만나는 지점부터 과천시청까지 2~30km는 되기 때문에 특정 장소라고 할수도 없어요. 일상에서 딜도를 꼽고 있는 일은 없고요. 바이브나 애널 비즈를 끼고 다니긴 하죠. 근데 다른 여자분이 회사에서 끼고 있는거 눈치 챈 적은 있지만 제가 타인에게 노출된 적은 없어요. 적어도 제 기억에는요. 혹시 저도 모르는 사이에 제가 봤던 여성분처럼 들킨 적이 있었을지도?

첫 돔 경험했다는 건 소추본부장님과의 관계 얘기겠죠? 권력관계에서 분명 펨돔 역할인 건 맞는데, 천성이 섭체질이어서 몸에 안 맞는 옷을 입은 느낌이죠. 소추를 희롱하면서 잠깐 잠깐의 짜릿함은 있지만 곧 이어서 맘이 편치 않아요.

더위가 한풀 꺾였네요. 오늘도 발기차게 시작하세요!

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There is a very thin line between pleasure and pain. One can not exist without the other.

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The Lotus flower sees only filth all its life

Yet turns beautiful

Lesson in Good Behavior

I'd been bratty all day. I'd ducked and dived away from his warnings and gentle threats, just to frustrate him. It was only a game...wasn't it? In the summer sunshine, laid on soft grass, my mischievous smile and tongue between my teeth was enough to get away with bad behaviour for now. Surrounded by friends and warm laughter left us little time to play, but that didn't stop me from trying. I ran my fingernails along the inside of his arm, kissed the shell of his ear and breathed a little harder and a little faster, my tone suggesting anything but innocence. I brushed my lips along his cheek and neck, tracing his beard and finally finding his lips, but pulling away just before they touched my own. I'd trace my hands over his thighs, suck the tip of his finger when no one was looking and stretch my body in ways that were more than suggestive. The more time wore on and the more I did this, the more frustrated he got. Usually, 'that look' would make me stop but this time? It simply fuelled my fire.

That look. That look that made my insides liquefy and my heart beat thud in my chest. Everything around me seemed to grow quiet as he gazed at me. Icy blue eyes stilled my movements and in that single expression, I grew weak. His gaze said 'Stop.' - 'Behave.' - 'Be careful now pet...'. His gaze promised me wicked pleasures and intense pain when we were alone. His gaze promised everything my darkest desires wanted, and more. But this time, I simply giggled, chewed my lip and returned to my teasing. I wanted to know how far he would be willing to go.

Our evening moved on, the sun sinking and the night drawing in. He would have stayed with his friends, truly he would, but me beside him was becoming somewhat...problematic. He and I said our goodbyes and left, standing and walking away from the group. We strolled in silence for a while, arms swinging, finger tips brushing, not saying a word.

Now we were alone the tension was overwhelming and I truly was beginning to regret my earlier behaviour. The energy in the air around us was making my skin tingle and as we passed a wall, he moved. He was stronger than me, taller than me, and he knew exactly how to overpower me. One hand pushed me into the wall and I stumbled back, catching my balance just as the same hand that pushed me reached my shoulder and I was turned around.

Long fingers entwined around my throat from behind, forcing me to arch my spine and place my hands flat to the wall. I was trapped, my cheek pressed into cool stone and I was...aroused. We were alone, no one could hear us or see us for now. It was just me, and him. My chest rose and fell rapidly - he hadn't said a word yet. Why wasn't he speaking? But, the way he pulled my hips back and roughly spread my legs with his knee, he didn't need to speak. I knew the rules. When he put me in positions like this, I wasn't allowed to move, unless I was told. He stood, bent at the waist to whisper in my ear. His tone sent shivers from the top of my head to my toes and body ached from the anticipation of it all, his breath warm and his lips grazing my skin.

"Now tell me..." His voice, oh...his voice. I couldn't explain it - in that moment, it was all I ever wanted to hear. "Why have we stopped walking." I took a deep, shaky breath. I didn't trust myself to speak properly, at all. But I tried;

"Because...b-because..." I couldn't do it, my lips were trembling and his silent smirk wasn't helping. I was embarrassed, exposed and flustered. He tutted, and began to undo the bandanna from around his head. I expected him to tie my hands together, but instead he hooked a finger under my chin,

"As you can't speak properly for me, maybe it's better you don't speak at all, hmm...?" With that he opened my mouth and fastened the bandana into a gag. My eyes fluttered shut and I deliberately moaned as he tightened the cloth. As soon as that sound struggled past my lips, he gripped my throat aggressively, and I was instantly silent. He wasn't playing games here. This wasn't a bit of fun, I was in trouble. I'd been bad, I'd misbehaved, I'd broken the rules and now I was paying.

"I think someone needs a lesson on how to behave properly, don't you?" It was question that expected a response, but if I answered he'd choke me harder than he already was. My toes and fingers were tingling as he deprived my brain of blood, but it felt so incredible. Finally he let me go, and returned to standing behind me. Slowly his fingers danced up the backs of my thighs but he paused halfway to say softly;

"And, if you make one single sound through that gag, I'll give you a real reason to scream." I squeezed my eyes shut as his fingers continued exploring and I bit into the cloth, desperate to stay silent as my nerves burst into sensation. How did he know exactly where to touch me? He pushed my dress up over my ass, exposing my behind to the cool air, my legs stretched and spread apart, body weight balanced between my tiptoes and my arms on the wall. I knew what he was going to do.

Slowly, lazily almost, he hooked his thumbs beneath the material of my underwear and pulled them down my legs. I felt exposed, humiliated, scared...but I was so wet. I could feel the heat pulsing between my legs and my thighs trembled. I could sense him there, close enough touch me, but leaving me to wait. By now I'd be begging, pleading for him to fuck me...but Sir said keep quiet, so keep quiet I did. Spit soaked through the cloth between my teeth and ran down my chin as I panted and trembled where I stood.

I didn't expect it, and maybe I should have, but he spanked me. He brought the curve of his palm across my ass cheek and I gasped - it was the sound breaking the calm silence around us that shocked me, not the delicious pain that now rippled across my skin. I pushed myself back, pressing my ass into the air and desperately, silently asking for more, and I heard his chuckle, that purr of laughter I knew all too well. Right now this wasn't a so much a punishment, it was fun...but I knew I was in for more.

Then I heard it.

The noise.

Metal and leather. That's what I heard. He was taking his belt off. I swallowed and squeezed my eyes shut. We had safe words, he knew what to do if it got too much, but I was still scared. Anticipation, adrenaline, fear and pleasure rushed under my skin making me light headed. I heard him slide the leather free of the loops on his jeans, a knowing finger folding the strap in half and I felt my heart simply...stop. He pulled the two halves together sharply and the resounding snap that followed made me tremble even more. How was I going to keep quiet through this? But despite my fear, I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything right now. I needed him to hurt me.

He was gentle at first, warming my skin to the sensation. Little smacks, gentle swings of the loop and somehow, I managed to stay quiet. With each smack he got harder and faster. It was starting to hurt now and the feel of leather against my already tender skin was getting more and more unbearable and the sound was getting louder. I heard him murmur how well I was doing and despite my legs burning from muscle strain and my teeth clenched tight around my gag, I stayed. He was belting me now, hitting me hard enough to leave welts in my skin, but it felt good. It felt...incredible. The pleasure cut with the pain was intoxicating. My knees were shaking, my body was dropping with the intensity of it all and just as I thought I was going to collapse, he wrapped an arm around my waist and held me up. His free hand tightened in my hair and pulled my head back, making me stand upright. My underwear was pooled by my ankles, my thighs were sticky with how aroused I was and my backside was glowing. I'd be bruised by the morning, but I didn't care. I rested against him, and strong arms held me for a moment before he turned me round so he faced me. He dropped the belt and placed his cool hands on my burning ass cheeks. I thought it was over and all was forgiven, but the look in his eyes said other wise.

He rested my back against the wall, gazing down at me with such intensity I could hardly hold his stare. His left hand held my throat now, with pressure applied in just the right place as his other hand danced down my body. I was struggling to wriggle away from him, if he so much as brushed my clitoris I was going to cum, and I had to ask permission. I watched him open his mouth and murmur ever so softly;

"Is this what you wanted my little slut?" I still had the gag in my mouth but I nodded slowly, yes. Of course it's what I wanted but things like this, with him, were never that simple. His hand pressed between my legs and they parted without a struggle. He traced the soft folds beneath his fingers and my eyes were squeezed shut trying not to make a noise. He was teasing me, he was doing to me what I'd spent the last three hours doing to him. He'd started from the back and as his hand moved forward I felt his thumb press into my clitoris and I held my breath, desperately trying to fight back the waves of pleasure that came from one simple touch.

I came. I couldn't help it. The spanking, the belting, the pain across my delicate skin, the choking...the hair pulling, it all tangled into this moment. I was so on edge, so aroused that it just...happened. His eyes darkened with sadistic pleasure as I came undone in his hands. I couldn't cry out, I couldn't moan, I simply shook, my body only supported by his hands. My muscles fluttered in my belly and my eyes rolled back into my head as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me.

He waited patiently, never moving his hands from where they rested, and when I'd finally calmed down, he let me go. I rested against the wall for a moment, panting heavily and waiting for him to remove the gag, my hands by my side. I felt weak, drained and dizzy but oh so euphoric. My fingers and toes were tingling and my heart was loud in my ears. He pulled the gag out of my mouth and immediately replaced it with the fingers that had been between my legs. I eagerly cleaned him up, licking away the sweet taste of my own body and gazing up at him as the fingers were taken away and gently cradled my chin.

He asked me to pick up my underwear, and put them in my bag, making sure I looked a little tidier before taking me by surprise one last time. As I went to walk, he stepped behind me and grabbed my ass harshly, digging his fingers into my tender skin. I stumbled, whimpered, still too shaken up to moan, and stopped dead;

"Have you learned your lesson pet?" I nodded vigorously;

"Y-yes Sir..." I could almost feel him smile, even though I couldn't see his face;

"Good...now let's get your pretty ass home." Again I went to move, but he didn't let go of me;

"So I can do this all over again."