Daily Fit – Friday Night Movie Date Friday night. Cold outsi..

Daily Fit – Friday Night Movie Date

Friday night. Cold outside. Tight leggings, high heels, and that quiet little ache that tells me I’m being pushed again… gently, but undeniably. 😈

That night, I actually got to choose my outfit 😌 (hope you guys like it!).

Shiny faux leather leggings that squeaked slightly when I walked, paired with a cropped t-shirt (no bra, obviously… He loves when my pierced nipples are visible through thin fabric), and a thick bomber jacket that gave me a bit of false comfort. I felt small in those heels. So exposed. I’m not used to wearing them out in public, and they made my legs shake a little… but Sir told me I need to practice. So I obeyed.

Before we left, I opened our little “Daily Fit” box. (Some of you know already—it’s where my Owner lays out whatever toys I’ll be wearing for the day. I never choose.)

Inside: my Lush. Remote-controlled. App-connected. My absolute favorite kind of trouble. I knew instantly what that meant: I’d be squirming quietly through the movie, completely at His mercy. 😍

Also inside: a medium sized plug.

…Of course.

My Owner has been slowly, deliberately softening one of my soft limits—double penetration. Not in a f0rceful way, but in a way that says ”you’ll wear this until your body stops resisting it”. It’s challenging. And hot. And scary. And deeply, deeply arousing.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure both toys would fit. They’re not small. And I’m tight… very tight. But with patience, lube, and a few whispered mantras of ”be a good girl” in my head… I got everything in. 😇

Stretched and stuffed just right. My whole body throbbed as we left for the cinema.

I wish I could show you what happened in the theater.

The way He controlled me through the app, silent and smiling beside me. The way my thighs clenched every time the vibrator pulsed. The panic of trying not to moan in a room full of strangers.

At one point, I had to cover my mouth and pretend to cough. My Owner found that very amusing.

I came once. Maybe twice.

Okay… definitely twice.

And every time, He made me whisper thank you. Quietly. Breathlessly.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Walking back to the car in those heels was hard. I was wobbly and a little brainless from the overstimulation. But He held my hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And maybe, for us, it is.