It's Kristen, and I did my hair special today. Two high pigtails, tied with little pink ribbons, the kind that bounce when I move. I caught my reflection in the mirror and just started grinning, because I know exactly what pigtails do to a guy like you.
There is something about them, right? I go from college girl to total handful in about ten seconds. The pigtails say I am cute and sweet and maybe a little bratty. They say I might need someone to grab hold and show me who is in charge. And honestly, that is exactly the mood I am in.
I have been playing with them all morning. Twisting one around my finger while I think about you. Pulling one gently and feeling that little tug on my scalp that sends a shiver right down my spine. Leaning forward so they fall over my shoulders and tickle my chest. It is such a small thing, just hair, but it makes me feel so... handled. Like I am already yours and we have not even started.
Here is what I keep picturing. You are behind me, and you wrap one pigtail around each hand, not hard, just enough that I know you have me. You tilt my head back so I have to look up at you. My lips part. I am breathing fast. You tell me to be a good girl, and I swear I would do anything you said in that moment. Anything at all.
Or maybe you like them messy. You have had your way with me and the ribbons are half undone, my hair is wild, my cheeks are flushed, and I am lying there grinning like the cat who got the cream. I love that version too. The before and after of pigtails tells a whole story, and I want you to write it on me.
Pigtails make everything more fun. A spanking is hotter with pigtails bouncing. Being told what to do is hotter when I look this cute doing it. Even just talking to you on the phone, knowing my hair is up like this, makes my voice go all soft and giggly and submissive.
If pigtails are your thing, then I am your girl today. I already did the hard part. All you have to do is call.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Kristen. I will keep the ribbons in.
xoxo, Kristen