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There are days where I wish I could auction myself off and never worry about making decisions ever again. |
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Arrived at the happiest place on Earth! Ready for fun with a great bunch. |
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Learning something new every day. Enjoying the process of indulging in my little side and learning to channel those needs in a fun manner. |
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Looking forward to a weekend away from my daily routine. |
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"Continue to earn what you already have." - Joss Whedon |
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I have a difficult time understanding people who do not believe that property can be both valued and of value. |
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My procrastination has been extremely productive. Put together a new bike rack, cleaned up all our bikes in anticipation for tomorrow's ride, reorganized the laundry area, and cleaned the bathrooms, all before sitting down to do the project I've been avoiding. |
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4 papers in 4 days has left me in need of a long, relaxing evening. |
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At a weird crossroads in life where every decision is a "big" decision that affects more than just myself. Sorting out what the right path is feels like a monumental task. |
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That "oh, shit" moment when the kid tells you they love Teen Beach Movie 2 more than they liked Frozen. Looks like turn your frown upside down is never gonna leave my ears in peace. |
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Reading about impossible things way too early in the morning. |
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Courtesy is never wasted. |
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Planning a quick trip to KC next weekend; not quite the trip I had in mind. |
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Plugging away at my to do list while being plugged makes me giggle and squirm a bit. |
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The more stressful the day is the more I think about crawling into my cage. |
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Sunburnt and sore. Summer is in full swing. |
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"I've been desired before but now I have value." Wolf Hall |
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Waiting for a repairman is much more boring in real life than it is in the movies. |
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Insomnia had been kicking my ass but has led to some interesting conversations. I enjoy hearing about other people's perspectives but truly cannot wrap my head around people who believe that Dominance and submission is determined solely by gender. |
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Finishing off long weekend with happy hour and dinner with friends. Weekend of fun and relaxation was a success. |
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The countdown to my long, practically a holiday, weekend has begun. Excited to have 3 days to focus on fun and relaxation. |
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Evolving is scary and beautiful. Learning new facets and depths of my inner self is fascinating, exciting, and a little fear but the journey has been so worthwhile and I love that there's still more to learn and experience. |
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Went off-roading on a trail that reminded me of the drive on the road to Hana without the tropical scenery. It was different but fun. I definitely preferred the topics to the desert though. |
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"The words were dark, the meaning darker. I shivered. He liked having me entirely at his mercy and his whims. And I liked it too." - Sierra Simone |
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"And maybe part of me enjoyed being punished. No one since my parents had bothered to take care of me, emotionally, financially or otherwise, and I had prided myself on being independent, but there was something so primarily comforting about ceding control. When he mastered me, I felt a burden lift that I didn't even know was there, the burden of emotional self-sufficient and isolation." And that's why he was right-I did like him dangerous and unsafe. Because, however perverse it may be, when he took my body, he was showing me that he was going to take care of me, in all the ways that I needed.
And what was that feeling, if it wasn't safety?"
- Sierra Simone |
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Cooking classes have become a happy place. :) |
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There is a certain tone and look that get me wet faster than anything in a toy bag. |
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Sleepovers are my favorite - a night of naughty fun followed by a relaxing morning. |
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If I tell you "x" there's a reason for it...I follow the "Don't say it unless you mean it" method of communication. Simple. |
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First kid free day in ages meant tipsy brunch with a girlfriend followed by a relaxing afternoon spent in Balboa Park. |
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Clowns are always a hard limit. |
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Spent way too much time thinking about cages today. |
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Long, crazy week is finally coming to a close. Lots of days spent plugged and working through to do lists. |
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today's chore list is a mile long. plugged and ready to work through it. |
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Not sure why I have so many sub guys asking me to be their Domme. Waste of your time as I have enough of being in charge of my daily life and the kids in my care. |
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SoCal holiday weekends are perfection. Everything went better and easier than anticipated which made for much needed fun and relaxation. |
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Off to training! Not naughty fun training but fun none the less. |
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http://youtu.be/TUHgGK-tImY |
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looks like i'll be going on a day trip...yay for people watching at the airport, boo for the tight turn around. |
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Did something that terrifies me today. I'm glad I did it but am oh, so happy that I won't have to do it again for a long while. Public speaking is my least favorite thing to be stuck doing. |
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All checked in to the hotel. Got the giggles as we were checking in because the last time I stayed at this hotel someone did deliciously naughty things to me. It was the first time I had been fed from his hand and had to drink from a bowl. The first time I had my panties cut off of me. The first time I ran into the hotel maid that cleaned up the remnants of our naughty night and couldn't stop blushing.
This stay won'to be nearly as interesting but will be tons of fun in other ways. |
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Annual post turkey day trip to the roller coaster kingdom was a success despite the rain showered upon us as we were hurled around miles of track.
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that day where you have an important deadline and just can't focus on the project you have to get done. |
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while at girls night out last night:
cher: (settling her hands on my shoulders) "and this one's a handful."
me: pretty sure there's more than a handful.
cher: (after fondling my tits) more like a few! good god woman i need these! |
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there's this voice. the one in the back of my head that tells me that what i want is impossible. that i'm asking too much from another person. that voices that tells me my wants aren't practical and makes me ask myself how it'd work or why anyone else would want to take on that level of work. that voice that's compounded by the guys that are looking for a quick, easy fuck from a girl who, if she were a "real sub", would never question anything they said or wanted. she'd never ask why it was okay for them to ask for pictures of her and refuse to send one of themselves, why they thought sending an email with "I want you to be my sub," somehow earned them her immediate trust, respect, phone number, and an invite to come fuck her, a real sub would never dream of asking for time to get to know one another, or question his need for discretion. because when a real sub asks questions she's obviously a fake. if a real sub values their privacy and doesn't submit from the initial email well then she's not a sub at all. just a woman playing games when she should know better. and if a real sub balks at the idea of being a secret plaything to a married guy whose vanilla wife just wouldn't understand his needs then she isn't a sub but a tease who doesn't understand the meaning of submitting to a real Dom.
and with all that, questioning herself for wanting something that feels natural even though she's never experienced it fully and interactions with men that make her want to bury her head in the sand and just settle for a nice guy. in her head it's hard to get to a point of accepting her own wants and needs as possible.
it makes her question if it's possible to have everything she wanted? can she open up and admit her deepest yearnings? can she be that vulnerable knowing that what she admits will be judged by the same people who swear we're in a judgement free zone? how does she admit to wanting something she can't define to herself but knows there's something that she needs.
how does she admit to a stranger that she wants to be possessed. to be told what to do, how to do it, when she's allowed to do it. that choices would be taken away and she wouldn't have to overthink things anymore. just do as told. to
be punished when she doesn't do something correctly and cherished for both her willingness to obey and the fact that she willingly gave herself to her Owner. to be used as He sees fit, to be given tasks and chores that make His life better/easier, but still know that her submission and his dominance make them an unbeatable team.
to be given a cage that serves as a refuge, punishment, and pleasure as it's earned and needed. to wear her marks proudly and snuggle into his arms every night. to be given rules and parameters to live within that not everyone would understand but that make perfect sense to them.
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it's incredibly difficult to have an idea of what you want but lack the words to express it. |
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that moment. the one where you realize you have no idea whats happening to you...and you don't care because all you can think is...more, please, more. don't.ever.stop...more, more, more. that moment that makes you ache for that which you don't know how to express or explain how you felt but you know it was right. the moment you never want to end where time didn't exist but once that moment was over all you are capable of thinking is i need it again. yeah, that moment. |
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have a writing assignment and writers block strikes. :( |
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That awkward moment where you show up to an appointment an hour early because you forgot to turn your watch back... |
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Taking a break from a rough week with a girls weekend and Halloween festivities. |
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Sometimes some sunshine and an ocean view are all a girl needs to take the stress out of a day. |
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Disneyland and Pink concert yesterday. Finished CHOC walk this morning. Haunted Halloween stuff tonight. |
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Baked a cake for the birthday girl and made mimosas and breakfast for everyone. |
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rocked an interview after a trying day at the office. Off to LA for a wknd full of fun. |
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indulging my geek side...paleontologist lecture about history of San Diego and then dinner at a friends restaurant. If it hadn't been for the flat tire the night would've been perfect. |
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And back to Lala land I go... |
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NY next week, LA the following, and Dallas after that. Hoping to work in some time for fun while working. |
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Working the night away...listening to my roommate freaking out over the tied score. |
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When your boss calls on a holiday weekend and asks, "How would you feel about going to Denver for me tomorrow?" The correct response is, "Like I should start packing now." |
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Inspiration works so much better than fear. |
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Learning experiences come in many different forms. While I may not have enjoyed the process but I did enjoy the outcome. |
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My conscious box must think my inner little is much stronger than I do...all of the items are geared for toddler. |
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My conscious box must think my inner little is much stronger than I do...all of the items are geared for toddler. |
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Vacation count down has begun...my body might be at the office but my mind is adventuring somewhere tropical. |
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Last day of comic con...ready for shots and a tropical vacation. |
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Comic con preparations are kicking my ass. Here's hoping the people watching will be worth it. |
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May be headed to Hotlanta in a few days. |
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All packed and ready to go for a quick trip to NY. |
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2 weeks of keeping on task. Love having a completed to do list every day. |
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Sparkling kitchen and bathroom, four loads of laundry, and organized closet by 7:00 am brought to me by the tedium of insomnia. Oh well, at least the majority of my chores list is done. |
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"That every decision will be made by me. Where we eat, what we eat, where we go, where you go. When we have sex. When we don't have sex. What you wear. Who you talk to. Are you getting it yet? I'm a controlling bastard and that won't change. Are you really willing to sign on for something like that?"
"She smiled, leaning in to his touch. She was starved for it. An entire day of waiting and wanting. Aching with need. Wanting to reaffirm what they'd already decided the night before. She wanted to reassure him, but perhaps she needed that reassurance even more."
- M. B. |
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8 days (in a row) of completing my daily to do list...small changes are adding up. |
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Such a topsy turvey day...dispensed raises and pink slips in the same hour. Off to watch some boats sail by. |
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Not really a basketball fan but have enjoyed March Madness so far. |
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Finished everything on my task list a day early. Yay, reward time. |
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From sunburns to rain storms - heck of a weekend. |
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If ever there was a week made for being spanked...it's this one. |
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18 hour Saturday...hello Mai Tai's. |
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My alarm clock beeped it's way through the fog of sleep. I leaned over to hit the snooze button when I heard your text tone. I smiled at the idea of Daddy already having plans for me. After turning off the alarm clock I reached for my phone to see your message, "Good morning baby. Check your email for todays tasks. See you this evening. Be good."
I responded to your text and then opened up my email. Your list wasn't that long which meant I wouldn't have to rush but would have to make sure everything was done as you said, no excuses. I jumped into the shower, ate a banana and then dressed in work out clothes before heading to my Pilates class. After Pilates I texted you to let you know I had finished and was on my way home. I smiled when I saw your response, "Good girl." A quick shower and then I was standing in front of the closet where I was amazed at the changes to it. Before it was a ramshackle collection of t shirts, cotton sundresses and a few "work" clothes. Now, everything in it had been approved by you. There were still some of my scruffy clothes that you knew I loved but now it was organized by type of outfit and full of the colors you loved to see me in. Since I was only running errands I pulled on an old t-shirt and jeans. I went to the car wash and gas station, then the bookstore to pick up the book that had been on my list and the one from yours as well, before heading to the grocery store. Picking up the ingredients for tonight's dinner I thought about all the changes you've made in my life. Before I would wander through the aisles trying to figure out what sounded good for that night or would spend two hours stockpiling the cart to avoid having to come back to the grocer store for a couple of weeks. Now, I came with a list for exactly what I needed and got in and out of there quickly without having to go back the next day for something I'd managed to forget.
Finished with my errands I headed back to the house. Put everything away and then worked on my homework. You liked that I was focused on finishing my degree and always made sure I had time to complete my school work. Even though my text book was open and I was staring at the page I was day dreaming about the previous night. My pussy was still sore from the hard fucking you had given it the night before. My arms were still a little sore from being bound over my head for so long too. It made Pilates an added struggle but I loved that I could feel your presence in my sore spots. As if you knew I wasn't paying attention I heard your ringtone and answered quickly.
"Hi, Daddy."
"How's my girl doing this afternoon?"
I squirmed on the chair debating whether I should admit that I was daydreaming when you called. "I finished all my morning chores, Daddy and I'm working on my English paper. But I'm having trouble focusing on it. All I can think about is how much fun we had last night. How I was so scared to be tied up but it ended up being incredible. I loved that I was just there waiting for you to use your holes and that you left me sore all over...even my clit and pussy are still tender from last night, Daddy."
There was silence on your end of the phone. I squirmed even more knowing I needed better self control to finish my work before it was time to start dinner and be able to have an enjoyable evening with Daddy. After what ver you finally said, "I see." I held my breathe waiting to hear what else you had to say. "Put it away and work on your psychology assignment instead and Daddy will help you focus on your English paper tonight, baby. I'm about to go into a meeting so be a good girl and finish up that psychology homework before I get home."
"Yes, Daddy, I will. Have a good afternoon at work." I put my English papers back into my backpack and pulled out my psychology textbook and notepad. Taking a deep breathe I told myself to focus and got to work outlining the chapter and answering the study guide questions. In the back of my mind I kept wondering how Daddy planned on helping me concentrate on my English paper. It wouldn't be easy for me because whenever we were together my attention was on you and finding ways to make you smile and touch you. Trying to focus with you in the room would be even harder than with just the memories of the night before.
The afternoon passed quickly as I worked on my homework and started prepping dinner. I had finished the salad and was waiting for the water to come to a boil for our pasta when I heard your car pull up. I checked the mirror to make sure my hair was neat and added a swipe of your favorite lipstick before meeting you at the door. You kissed me hello then spun me around and smacked my bottom a few times while telling me how disappointed you were that my inability to focus on my English paper had changed your plans from a fun night out to a night in.
I tried to apologize but you gave me a look that said zip it. Instead I asked you what you would like to drink and if I could take your briefcase to your office. You handed me the bag and answered, "Beer. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Back in the kitchen I opened your beer and poured it into the chilled glasses I kept in the freezer for you. Setting your glass on the counter I set the table and added the pasta into the boiling water. I was putting your salad on the table when you entered the kitchen. You sat and told me to put both salads at your place. Once everything was in place you told me to kneel beside your chair. I wanted to ask why but kept my mouth closed and knelt beside your chair. You took a few bites of your salad before saying, "Open your mouth, baby," and sliding a bite of salad into my mouth. As I chewed you continued, "It looks like my baby girl is having trouble taking care of herself and her chores so Daddy has to take care of everything for her. Instead of having a good night I'm going to make sure you do exactly what you need to do. While you are doing that Daddy will be thinking of ways that you will make up for ruining tonight's plans." The rest of dinner was the same, me waiting on my knees for Daddy to give me a bite in between having his own dinner. It felt both humiliating to think you didn't think I was capable of taking care of myself to the point of having to be fed from Daddy's fork and, in an odd way, nurturing to have you feeding me.
After dinner you told me to bring you my assingment and to clean up the dinner dishes. As I cleaned up the kitchen mess I saw you leave the room. When you came back you had my laptop and a bag. You arranged my books and laptop on the table and gestured me to the seat. Once seated you opened the bag and pulled out a ball gag. You knew I hated being gagged when I didn't need to be quiet in hotel rooms and smiled at my look. "Daddy knows you too well to let you try to talk your way out of doing your homework my way, baby. Take a drink of your water and then come over here." Slowly I took a long drink of water and then walked to my spot at the table. I turned back to you so you could secure the gag in place. Once gagged you pulled out the chair and said, "Sit." I sat and looked up at you to see you pulling rope out of the bag. My eyes widened at the sight and you said, "Since you couldn't focus Daddy has to take away all your distractions." You had me move my legs to the outside of the chair and bound my ankles to the legs of the chair then moved upwards to my waist binding me to the back of the chair. You left me hands and arms free from rope and told me that was only so I could get work done. You turned on my laptop and brought up the paper I had started the day before then placed my books and papers within easy reach. Then told me you would be back to check on my progress in a little while. Before leaving you left a bell beside my laptop saying not to ring it unless I needed help. I nodded that I understood and you patted the top of my head before leaving the room.
I tried to get comfortable but you hadn't left me much wiggle room so I reread my essay prompt to get back into the school zone. Each time I tried to reach for a paper or shift my body I was reminded of being bound to the chair. The gag in my mouth reminded me of your disappointment in having your plans disappointment and kept me from telling you how sorry i was. That was probably the worst part of my punishment...having to know I had disappointed Daddy. I took a few deep breathes and settled into work. Awhile later you came in to check on me, loosened my binds to give me a bathroom break and then once bound back to the chair you removed my gag and tilted my water glass to my mouth. I thanked you for taking such good care of me. You nodded and replaced the gag with the promise of checking on me later. Sitting in that chair alone at the table made me miss being with you. I hated it when we were able to be alone together and but alone, separated, in the same house. After you being away at work all day I wanted to play with Daddy and make you happy not make you work on my stuff. When I finished the rough draft of my paper I rang the bell excited to be done and ready to have Daddy time. You came into the room and I pointed to my closed books and "the end" typed at the end of the paper on my screen. You released me from my bonds but left the gag in place. You told me to stand up, move my legs around to make sure the blood was flowing. Once you saw that I was okay you placed a hand on my back and pushed me face down to the table. You kicked my legs apart with your foot as your other hand lifted the skirt of my dress to my back. You leaned over and whispered, "Daddy wanted to have a nice night and enjoy playing with his pussy but since that wasn't possible I'm just gonna fuck my cunt now - nothing nice or easy about it, baby, and maybe next time you'll finish everything on time." With that you pushed your cock into me without worrying about whether or not I was ready. You pounded your cock into me, hard, deep, fast, each thrust pushing me harder into the table, pinned into place with your hand fisted in my hair, you body wedging me against the table and your cock pushing deep into me while my whimpers were subdued by the gag in my mouth. Before you came you pulled your cock from my pussy telling me that bad girls don't deserve Daddy's cum. A few strokes and you came on my bottom. You left me laying there on the table as you zipped up your pants and left the room. I stayed where you left me trying to catch my breath but also because you hadn't told me it was okay to move.
The air chilled my exposed bottom and dried your cum on me as I lay there waiting for permission to get up my mind floating from the changes that had taken place since we met. How I had come to hate disappointing Daddy more than anything, the way that I wanted to do everything I could to make you smile and please you, and the way you had shaped me over time to accept both your attention and your body in any way you deemed appropriate from the way I dressed to how I kept my body always prepared for you. I loved being Daddy's good girl and longed to be able to make it up to you. I don't know how long I lay there before you came back to allow me up with a brief, "Go get cleaned up, slut. Then come into the living room."
I rushed to the bathroom to clean up and then hurried back to the living room. You were sitting in your chair with a book in your hand. I sat on the floor leaning my head against your knee. I wanted to say I was sorry but you hadn't removed the gag yet. Your hand came up to rub the top of my head before handing me my book saying, "Read." We spent the rest of the evening sitting in place, you comfortable in your chair and with me on the ground leaning against your leg until it was time for bed. |
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Enjoying some peace and quiet after helping take care of my dad after his surgery. |
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Waking up to cold, wet, rainy weather makes me want to call out of work and have a cozy day in my jammies in front of a roaring fire. |
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hau'oli makahiki hou.
Ending 2012 and beginning 2013 off right! |
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"Love - the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket." |
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Woo hoo - 3 days later everything is fixed and working as it should! |
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Off to have wicked fun in Vegas. :) |
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Long weekend in Phoenix. :) |
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Deliciously sore and exhausted. |
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"All that I am
All that I ever was
is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see" |
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Stuck on crutches...sigh. |
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Zombies and rain. I love October. |
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Week of debauchery in Vegas. |
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Such a weird day. Ended up getting stuck next to a perv during my flight - he was wanking under the tray table and kept trying to talk to us while doing so. Then after getting settled into the hotel and setting up our display we had a drunken adventure in Dallas. |
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Getting my yee haw on in Dallas |
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Getting acquainted with Doctor Who. |
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A couple of people have mentioned seeing me on anownedlife - that isn't me. Someone is using my pics on that site...so just for clarification - if it isn't on here it's not me. |
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Peeving at the mechanics...who says multitasking can't be fun? |
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Waiting for the elevator doors to open I shifted my purse from my shoulder to my hand and back again. Nerves and excitement rolled into butterflies in my stomach as I headed to your door. Before knocking I quickly looked over my dress and smoothed my hair. Deep breath, then a knock. You opened it immediately. I blushed slightly thinking you had seen my primping through the peep hole. Silly really, to be embarrassed by the thought of you watching through the peep hole considering the positions you've had me in before. I entered quickly. With the door closed behind me I waited for your direction wondering what your plans were for me.
You had told me that we'd be doing something special for my birthday but hadn't told me any details. I hadn't even packed my own bag. The night before you had come over and gone through my closet and dresser while I waited in the living room. Before leaving with my filled suitcase you chose the outfit I had worn over to your place down to the red polish I now wore on my toes. It was both overwhelming and comforting to have those choices made for me - to know that everything, from what I wore to how I behaved, was being molded by you for your enjoyment. How much I enjoyed it and craved your input confused me even as a feeling of rightness settled over me.
I tried not to fidget as your gaze roamed over my body. You hadn't spoken or touched me yet knowing it would drive me crazy. I craved your touch. Your smile told me you knew I was working hard to keep my mouth shut and my hands behind my back.
"Good girl, you are right on time. Follow me." You turned and walked towards the living room while I trailed behind you still wondering what our weekend plans were. I dropped my bag on the table as we walked into the living room knowing my hands should always be free for you. You sat on the couch and gestured for me to kneel at your feet while saying, "Take care of my cock."
I smiled knowing I'd finally be able to feel and taste you. Sinking to my knees, I unbuckled your belt and pants working to free your cock. I stroked you with my hand, then ran my tongue along the underside of your cock, feeling it get harder with each stroke and lick before taking you in my mouth. As you hit the back of my throat your hands fisted my hair holding me down on your cock. I tried to raise my head a bit but you wouldn't let me move. My eyes burned as I struggled to take a breathe. It wasn't until I relaxed and quit struggling that you released my head from your groin. Allowing me the freedom to suck and lick your cock. Enjoying being close to you and having the taste of you in my mouth. My hands worked their way up your pant leg, rubbing your calves as I continued sucking your cock. I loved being able to touch you at will. I loved being on my knees between your legs. I loved having your cock in my mouth. I loved the feel of your hands fisted in my hair - those little flashes of pain that told me even though I was enjoying myself it was only because I was doing what pleased you.
The gentle tugs of my hair grew firmer as you lifted my mouth off your cock. Gesturing to the arm of the couch you told me to bend over the arm of the couch with my legs spread and to raise the back of my dress for you. I licked my lips in anticipation thinking you were about to fuck me as I scrambled to get into place. I wasn't graceful, we both knew I needed more work to overcome my inner klutz, but I was bent over that arm before I could catch my breathe. I positioned my hips against the arm of the couch and flattened my torso against the couch cushions as I slid my feet out wide before reaching back to raise my dress up to give you easy access to your cunt. I could hear you behind me but couldn't see what you were doing. I felt you behind me and lifted my hips impatient to have your cock inside me. My raised hips were met with your hand landing smack after smack turning my fair skin pink. The first few were more shock than pain but as they added up I began to squirm. With your hand on my back to hold me in place, you continued on until I thought I wouldn't be able to take one more swat. Breathing deep and trying to stay still I felt you attach cuffs to my wrists and buckle them together behind my back. I barely heard say, "As a birthday treat I am going to let you choose what happens next." Surprised I looked over my shoulder to see if I could read any clues but there were none beyond a small smile as you finished saying, "Pick a number between 1 and 4."
I tried to reason out my options - did the numbers represent an action, a position, the number of new rules I was expected to learn that evening, degrees of intensity - with so little information and knowing your ability to push me I wasn't sure what a good answer would be. You tired of my mental gymnastics, "Make a choice now or suffer the consequences."
Unable to find a logical choice I answered with, "Four, Sir" and immediately wished I had said any other number.
I felt you step away and then come back to rub your hand over my sore bottom. "Four, is my personal favorite. I'm so glad you picked it. I think you are going to need some help staying quiet though." With that warning you slipped a gag into my mouth and secured it firmly behind my head. I tried to take a few deep breathes to calm myself down. I hated the build up, of trying to prepare myself for the unexpected. It was a futile goal as you rarely let me in on your plans but I continued to try. The loss of control was as stressful as it was tantalizing for me.
You left me there, bent over the arm of your couch, legs spread wide on my tip toes, bared for your sight. I tried to focus on the fact that I was there for your pleasure and it included being bare for your view and your use but didn't quite manage to control my squirming. As I started to shift you landed your first strike of the whip. I squeaked in shock and pain the gag helping to muffle me while still giving you some enjoyment of my squeals. You landed strike after strike, some rapidly and other times stretching the wait between strikes until I thought I'd go crazy from the wait, marking the top of my cheeks to my upper thighs - never hitting the same spot twice. Leaving welts in place to show your control over me and your equipment. The whole time murmuring to me, telling me what a good girl I was, how much it pleased you to see me taking your whip while occasionally pushing your fingers into your wet cunt while telling me how much pleasure the correlation of wet eyes, wet cunt brings you. You landed one last strike and then thrust your cock balls deep deep into your cunt. I tried to push back on your cock but a hard slap to my ass and one word from you, "Stay" kept me immobile as you pounded your cock into me. I was close to cumming when you pulled out, spread my ass cheeks and pushed your cock into my ass. I gasped at the force and burn of your cock stretching my ass open. Trying to brace myself against your thrust was impossible with my hands bound behind me back so all I could do was lay there and accept your cock in my ass, the pain from the force used and the knowledge that all my holes were yours to use not just the ones I liked most. I could feel your cum filling me as you came with your hands gripping my hips so tightly I anticipated enjoying the bruises that would be left behind. With a brusque, "Don't move" you pulled your cock out of my ass and left me there once again. As I lay there with my eyes closed, my heart racing, desperate to cum and trying to catch my breathe my mind was quiet - no more thinking about what would happen next or if you'd let me cum - just a peaceful acceptance that I was right where I was meant to be. Lost in the moment I didn't hear you come back to me. I jumped a little with then i felt the pressure of a plug being pushed into me. You pushed down on my lower back while forcing the plug deeper. Once it was seated you released the wrist cuffs and told me to stand up. Once on my feet you helped me roll my shoulders and ease the stiffness left from being restrained, fixed my dress, and wiped my tears after turning me to face you that you finally kissed me. As always it ended way too quickly but I knew better than to complain.
After a brief kiss you told me that we would be leaving in a few minutes but there were a few things we needed to take care of first. You gestured to the table and told me to put the toys on it into your travel bag and to bring you the brown paper bag that was on your bed. I hurried to complete the tasks you had given me eager to be on our way but it took longer than I had hoped. Every step I took reminded me of the plug. It felt naughty and a little dirty knowing your cum was being held inside me with the plug. Trying to move quickly I hoped that the sooner we got to wherever we were going the sooner I would be allowed to remove the plug and cum, hopefully with Daddy's cock inside me.
I brought you the bag after putting the toys away. Trying not to be to eager to leave but it was hard to remain calm. I watched as you slowly pulled something from the bag but by mind was on the plug that I could feel with every step and shift of my body. I snapped back into attention when I realized you had started talking. I blinked, lowering me head I apologized for my wandering thoughts and admitted I hadn't heard you. You told me to lift the hem of my dress and step into a set of jelly looking straps you held in your hands. Once my feet were through the holes you moved the straps up my legs until I felt a pressure on my clit. You adjust the straps until it was in place tight against my clit. With a press of a button it buzzed into life. My knees weakened in reaction and my hands landed on your shoulder to brace myself against the sensations. You cycled through the speeds from frustratingly low to do intense I was ready to cum in seconds. Noticing how close I was to cunning you quickly turned the vibrator off. Eyes closed head back I felt your fingers push inside me and I wanted to beg to cum but wasn't sure I could verbalize the words. Too quickly you removed your fingers and stood. Pushing your fingers into mouth I tastes my juices as I cleaned your fingers. "Get your purse and wait for me at the front door."
With a nod of understanding I murmured a quick, "Yes, Daddy" I headed to my purse and the front door. I waited quietly even though I was dying to ask where we were headed and refrained from begging you to take the plug out before I had to walk out the door and possibly interact with your neighbors as we made our way to your car.
You came to the door with the travel bag in one hand and keys in the other. Dropping a quick kiss on the top my head you gave me a look that told me you were proud of me. The walk to the elevator was quiet. Intensely aware of the plug and the clit stimulator with each step I was relieved when we entered an empty elevator. My relief was short lived as another couple appeared just as the doors were about the close. You smirked knowing how uncomfortable I found the situation and then started a conversation with them. I chimed in as required to be polite but didn't add much to the conversation. They got out at the same time we did but thankfully were parked on the opposite side of the garage. You led me to your space and told me to stand next to the rear passenger door while you put the travel bag in the cargo area. You opened the door from behind me leaving me to wonder why I would be sitting in the back seat instead of up front with you. As I climbed into the back I noticed that you had placed a towel on my seat, making me blush because you'd teased me about needing to put towels down because of how wet I stayed when near you. Sitting down pushed the plug deeper and I shifted around trying to find a comfortable position. You wouldn't allow me to get too comfortable and told me to raise my hips and lift my dress out from under me. With my dress arranged to your liking you showed me the wrist cuffs and had me place my hands in my lap and cuffed them together. Next you showed me ankle cuffs and spreader bar you had bought but that we hadn't used yet. Without a word you attached placed the ankle cuffs on me and attached them to the spreader bar. You then added the seat belt into the mix leaving the lap belt in place but moving the shoulder strap behind me. Next you tilted the seat back so that I was almost laying down. Quietly you told me to lift my dress above my waist. With my hands bound in front of me I was able to do so easily. With my dress raised you asked if I could lift my feet from the floorboards to the edge of the seat. It wasn't easy but I managed to do so and earned a good girl and quick kiss as my reward. You told me that the back windows were tinted dark enough that nobody could see me bound and bare for you, that I was to stay in position unless you told me to move. I confirmed that I understood with a quiet, "Yes, Daddy."
A few minutes later we were headed off down the road to the place you had chosen to celebrate my birthday. As you drove you tormented me by telling me how the car smelled of my need and that you were sure I'd soaked through the towel already, teased me about how the valets would would react to finding me in the back seat bound, dripping wet, and desperate to cum as you would finger the remote to the clit stimulator bringing me to the brink of cumming and then abruptly turning it off. I lost track of which freeway we were on, what direction we were going and how long we'd been in the car. All I could focus on was the sound of your voice, the fullness created by the plug in my ass, the vibrations on my clit and the emptiness of Daddy's cunt. I was a desperate mess, dying to cum needing to feel Daddy inside me, that nothing outside the car existed. My whole world was the seat I was in and seeing your eyes in the rear view mirror. |
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Work trip to LA last week, NY in September and Dallas in October...settling into my new job. |
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Loved having family that I haven't seen in awhile visiting but it's nice having a quiet day without any plans. |
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It's birthday season in my family (5 birthdays in 5 weeks). 2 down 3 more to go. |
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Spent part of Monday at "The Luberator" and planning my next visit. hehe |
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Toy shopping after some art and cocktails made for a fun night! |
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Ugh, have to do a day trip to Ontario tomorrow. Nothing says excitement like sitting in rush hour traffic. |
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You called to tell me to meet you at Fashion Valley for dinner and a movie which surprised me. It'd been awhile since we had been able to squeeze time together into our schedules and a movie seemed an unusual choice but your dictating a specific skirt and top to wear was very familiar.
The night came and I pulled into the parking lot closest to PF Chang's. I saw you sitting on the bench watching me walk towards you. You waited until I was even with you before saying "you're late" glancing at your watch and reminding me, "5 minutes. not really starting off on the right foot, are you?"
I apologized for being late but knew swats were coming my way soon. You stood and held out your hand for mine. "I have something for you in the car" and led me towards your car. You walked to the passenger side door and opened it. "Jump in" when I hesitated you raised an eyebrow at me and I hopped into the car. You leaned in and told me to remove my panties and leave them lying on the floorboard of the passenger side. You closed the door and moved towards the back of the car to open the trunk. I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was nearby and likely to notice. When the nearest carload of people left I pushed my hands up underneath my skirt to pull down my panties. I had just stepped out of them when you opened the door. You glanced down and saw the crumpled lace and nodded, "Good girl."
I turned in my seat to face you and you handed me a small box. I opened it and saw a silver bracelet with a heart charm on it. I looked up at you and said, "thank you but I'm not sure what this is for?" You smiled and took the bracelet out of the box and tapped my left wrist. I held it out without thinking. You placed the bracelet around my wrist and told me that I would wear it unless you told me otherwise. Then you pulled the heart tag towards me and showed me your initial engraved on it. You told me that was to remind you that I belonged to you and that my body was yours to enjoy however you chose to. You tapped the heart again and told me that you knew I didn't care for jewelry with hearts on it but you knew that I would wear it happily because you had chosen it for me. as my pleasure comes from yours in all things, even wearing a bracelet. I nodded saying, 'thank you Daddy." You helped me out of the car and back to the restaurant. As I walked I was aware of being bare underneath my skirt. Going without panties in public has never been a habit for me, especially while wearing a skirt. Dinner came without any awkward moments or demands from you. It was as though you enjoyed having me on pins and needles waiting anxiously for your next command. You enjoyed watching me squirm all through dinner.
After dinner you walked me out to your car and drove us over to the theater. Alone in the car and until we were comfortably seated in the darkened movie theater you kept the conversation light. We talked about a possible weekend getaway to San Francisco to see an exhibit, a day in Napa and joked about a side trip to the vibrator museum a friend had heard about. The movie started and you focused on the movie. We both enjoyed it but I kept waiting for you to do something but everything remained "vanilla" during our night out. After the movie you led me around the mall wandering in and out of shops. I wanted to ask what your plan was or if driving me crazy was your ultimate goal but held my tongue and decided to enjoy the night. After an hour you guided us back to your car, helped me into the passenger seat and then drove me back to my car. You told me that I was to follow you back to your place and to hand you my panties before I got out of your car. Blushing I reached down for my panties dropping them in your outstretched hand. Then let myself out of our car and into mine.
I followed you back to your place and on the way kept rethinking the night. You rarely allowed that much time to elapse without doing something to remind me of my submission. I could feel the weight of the bracelet on my wrist and realized that was the lesson...without any overt gesture I could feel your dominance on me. I parked my car in the visitor space and saw you waiting by my car with my panties peeking out of your pants pocket. Your hand on my lower back you guided me to your front door. Leaning over my shoulder you reached to unlock the door. "You will go to the kitchen and fetch me a beer and a bottle of water. Open both. Leave them on the table. Go to the bedroom and strip. Bring the toy bag back with you. Understood?"
I nodded, "Yes, Daddy." You pushed the door open and I headed into the kitchen to grab the drinks out of the fridge. I put the water bottle and opened beer bottle on the counter before retrieving one of the glasses you kept in the freezer. I placed all three on the side table in the living room and headed to the bedroom. I removed my sandals, kicking them into the closet, then removed my top and skirt before hanging them in the closest. I left my bra on the hanger with my shirt. Kneeling I reached under your bed for the toy bag and then returned to you in the living room.
When I came in I noticed the ottoman had been moved to the center of the room. You told me to leave the bag at your feet and then lay facedown straddling the ottoman. As soon as I was in place you put the blindfold on me. I could hear the snaps and the rustling of plastic but couldn't see what you had planned next. Instead of telling me what you had planned you let the tension build with your silence. Soon I felt you put wrist and ankle cuffs on me and then hearing a series of clicks I realized you had locked my hands and feet to the legs of the ottoman. Next I felt my head being lifted off the ottoman by your hold on my hair. You pushed a ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head. You placed what felt like a tennis ball in my right hand and told me, "If you need me to stop drop the ball. Understand?" I nodded and tightened my grip on the ball.
I felt cold lube drizzled on my ass and tried to relax even knowing the dreaded butt plug was coming next. You pushed the plug into my tight hole steadily without pause. I groaned as you inserted it. Then groaned again when you turned it on and I could feel the vibration. Finished with the plug you pushed one finger deep into my cunt. "Dripping already." You pulled it out of my cunt and told me, "it's going to be awhile before that cunt is filled again. Daddy has other plans tonight."
Your hand came down in a hard slap on my right cheek then my left. Soon your hand and my ass were warm from the spanking you had given me. Bound to the ottoman and gagged I couldn't move, couldn't beg you to fill me. I could only take each smack as you doled them out and hope you would allow me relief sooner than later.
After what seemed like hours you deemed my cheeks "red enough" and ran your hands up my back to my hair. You raised my head by gripping my hair and told me that part of being a good girl was to entertain Daddy. I wasn't sure what you meant by that but couldn't ask. You told me you were going to change my position but wasn't allowed to move until you said so. I nodded, best as I could against your fist in my hair, to show you I understood. You dropped my head back to the ottoman and bent down to release the restraints from the furniture legs. You helped me to sit up, released the gag and held the water against my lips for a drink before reinserting the gag into my mouth.
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forms, forms, forms and more forms... |
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I don't know why but the question of circumcised vs uncircumcised has been coming across my inbox with stunning regularity. |
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Girls weekend in Vegas before the new job starts! |
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Both robbed of air, we both lie in one ground,
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drowned
----John Donne |
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Both robbed of air, we both lie in one ground,
Both whim one fire had burnt, one water drowned
----John Donne |
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Whew, what a day and night it's been. |
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Today has been an awesome day! |
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We had met at our usual spot for a few stolen kisses and to catch up about the past week. As I headed to the tables your hand came to rest on my lower back guiding me to the door. I looked over my shoulder to ask where we were going and you smiled, "I have a surprise for you."
You walked me to my car and before closing the door told me to follow you and you'd explain later. As I buckled up and then followed your car down the street my mind was racing with questions. You had asked if I had plans for the night before we had met up but you hadn't mentioned being available for the afternoon or not. As we drove through town the sights became more familiar and I smiled as I realized you were headed to "our" hotel. Surprise set in when you pulled into the parking lot to the hotel next door instead of our usual place.
You parked on the side of the building and I pulled into the space next to you. You came around to my car and kissed me hello in the shade of the building. Leaning into me you pushed me back against my car, slowly raised the back of my skirt and tucked your hand into the waist of my panties and pushed them downward. "Daddy wants to fuck his cunt as soon as we're in the room. I want your panties off now. " I blushed and tried looking around the lot to see who was around. Your free hand gripped my chin keeping my eyes on yours. "Nobody is here. Be a good girl for Daddy and step out of those panties now...or else you can get back in your car and go home." Nodding I moved my legs a bit wider and felt you sweep my panties over my hip and then slide down my legs. I stepped out of them as they fell to my ankles. You leaned over to pick them up and tucked them into your pocket. Hand on my back you guided me to the side door and used a card to get into the hotel. "How long have you had this planned?" I asked as you headed to the elevators. Your eyes sparkling you smiled, "Awhile. Remember, Daddy always knows what you need, baby."
Once the elevator doors closed your arms were around me and your mouth was on mine. The ride to our floor passed by in a passionate blur and too soon your lips left mine. Catching our breath you led me to our room. Inside I could tell you had already been in the room there were lights on and drinks next to a filled ice bucket on the table tucked into the corner of the room.
I heard the rustle of your clothing and set my purse on the dresser. I started to take my dress off, thinking how much I needed your cock inside me, but you issued a sharp, "no." I let the skirt fall back around my knees as I turned to face you you added, "on the bed, on your knees, dress up, ass high, legs spread wide."
I scrambled to get into position knowing the sooner I was there the faster your cock would be inside me. My cheek resting against the pillow, my knees spread wide so that Daddy could enjoy his view I waited impatiently for your first touch. Finally, after what felt like hours, I felt the bed shift as you came up behind me. Your warm hands glided over my hips and down my legs as you told me what a good girl I had been and how you loved that I was always wet and ready for Daddy to fuck and how much you liked it that your fuck toy was such a cock hungry slut that she'd take her panties off in a public area to be one step closer to being fucked. As you spoke you rubbed your cock against my pussy, teasing both of us, building the anticipation of your first thrust. My hips pushed back into yours and you chuckled, "My baby's cock hungry, isn't she? Always wet and wanting Daddy's cock to slide into her cunt." I gasped as you pushed your cock in me...the stinging pain bringing even more pleasure. You thrust hard and deep, over and over each stroke of your cock a show of possession. One hand tangled in my hair, pulling sharply brining my head back for your kisses while the fingers on your other hand teased my clit before making me come with a sharp pinch to my clit before you came.
Sprawled on top of me I wiggled until beneath you until we were both comfortable. This time spent together, breathing slowing down, the chill of the AC cooling our skin, and the quiet things we murmured to the other, about how much we'd enjoyed ourselves and what you had planned next, were my favorite moments of nights like these.
A few minutes later you got up to answer your phone gesturing to me to remain quiet. Assuming it was a personal call I snuggled deeper into my pillow and the blankets. After ending your call you leaned over and kissed my forehead. Pushing my hair away from my face I pouted, "do you have to leave already?"
"No, just a surprise Daddy has for my girl. Fix your clothes and then come sit on the couch with me." |
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St. Patrick's Day in Vegas. :) |
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Back home from our adventures in LA. Had tons of fun at the Jimmy Kimmel show. Met lots of interesting people and enjoyed every minute of our trip. |
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I"m not generally a Fox News kinda girl but the 2Cellos on Huckabee was fun. |
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What is the point of going to a restaurant where you have to cook your own food? If I wanted to cook I'd be at home not at a restaurant... |
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The things people think up... |
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Have been enjoying indulging my inner kid for a few days. |
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Started my last day of vacation with mimosas and sunshine. :) |
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I pulled into the dark parking lot. You had teased me earlier about my needing a reminder of how to be a good cum slut. ?As I looked around the dark lot of the run down motel in the middle of nowhere I realized I couldn't imagine what you had planned. ?Usually, you hinted at what was to come so that it'd be on my mind, basically torturing me all day.
A quick check of my bright red lipstick and then butterflies in my stomach I locked my car and headed toward room 12. Knocking on the door pushed it open. ?The room was dark. I tried to look for you but couldn't see anything in the room. ?I turned to look behind me hoping to see you when I was pulled into the room. The door was slammed shut behind me and before I could get my bearings I found myself shoved against the wall. Hands gripping my breasts, pulling at my skirt, showing their way between my legs. Breathless, heart pounding I struggled to move away. ?Until your lips closed on mine. Tasting you calmed me. I stopped struggling to get away from the shadowed figure and tried to reach for you. Your hand slapped mine as I reached out. ?Roughly you grabbed both wrists and positioned them over my head against the wall then with your foot you pushed my legs further apart. ??"Don't move."
I nodded. Still trying to catch my breath and make sense of what was happening. My mind focused on the order not to move. You stepped back and I could hear you rummaging for something but couldn't tell what it was in the darkness. When you returned you told me to bring my hands to my sides, removed my top and bra and then somehow My wrists were bound at my sides. I could move my arms by bending my elbows but I couldn't move then away from my body. ?You tested the knots and once you were satisfied with them pushed me back up against the wall. You pushed my skirt down my legs and told me to step out of it. As soon as my legs were spread to your satisfaction you pushed two fingers into my pussy while pinching and twisting my nipple with your other hand. ?
There were no words, no tenderness, just rough pinches, twists and thrusts as you manipulated my body for your enjoyment. |
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"Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
'cause I know you're gonna treat me right |
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At the red with my bestie and an unending supply of Ace on tap...life is good! |
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It's time to let you know
The way I feel when you take hold
One single touch from you, I'm gone
Still got the rush when I'm alone
I think it is time I let you know
Take all of me, I will devote
You set me free, my body's yours
It feels the best when you're involved
I want you to take over control
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Sometimes getting out of trouble is as much fun as getting into trouble. |
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Why is it that I find it so much easier to be accountable to Daddy rather than myself? |
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A rose by any other name...finding it difficult to picture "Hotel M?ge" as a kid friendly hotel. |
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Some people think that holding on is what makes one strong - sometimes it's letting go. |
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Yes, there is a valid reason that I didn't select bi or poly on my profile - because I'm neither. |
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Love being Daddy's girl but have to admit I find the idea of total
Ownership more and more intriguing. |
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"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Anais Nin |
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To clarify - I'm still not a domme, bi or poly. Hope that helps. |
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All snuggled up at home, watching the fire and enjoying the rain. |
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Please know the difference between dominant, dominate and domineering. |
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"You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . ."
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My latest honework assignment is to write my own version of instructions on how to use condoms...thinking this semester is gonna be way more interesting than previous ones. |
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We had met at our usual spot for a few stolen kisses and to catch up about the past week. ?As I headed to the tables your hand came to rest on my lower back guiding me to the door. ?I looked over my shoulder to ask where we were going and you smiled, "I have a surprise for you." ?
You walked me to my car and before closing the door told me to follow you and you'd explain later. ?As I buckled up and then followed your car down the street my mind was racing with questions. ?You had asked if I had plans for the night before we had met up but you hadn't mentioned being available for the afternoon or not. ?As we drove through town the sights became more familiar and I smiled as I realized you were headed to "our" hotel. ?Surprise set in when you pulled into the parking lot to the hotel next door instead of our usual place. ?
You parked on the side of the building and I pulled into the space next to you. ?You came around to my car and kissed me hello in the shade of the building. ?Leaning into me you pushed me back against my car, slowly raised the back of my skirt and tucked your hand into the waist of my panties and pushed them downward. ?"Daddy wants to fuck his cunt as soon as we're in the room. ?I want your panties off now. " ?I blushed and tried looking around the lot to see who was around. ?Your free hand gripped my chin keeping my eyes on yours. "Nobody is here. ?Be a good girl for Daddy and step out of those panties now...or else you can get back in your car and go home." ?Nodding I moved my legs a bit wider and felt you sweep my panties over my hip and then slide down my legs. ?I stepped out of them as they fell to my ankles. ?You leaned over to pick them up and tucked them into your pocket. ?Hand on my back you guided me to the side door and used a card to get into the hotel. ?"How long have you had this planned?" I asked as you headed to the elevators. ?Your eyes sparkling you smiled, "Awhile. ?Remember, Daddy always knows what you need, baby." ?
Once the elevator doors closed your arms were around me and your mouth was on mine. ?The ride to our floor passed by in a passionate blur and too soon your lips left mine. ?Catching our breath you led me to our room. ?Inside I could tell you had already been in the room there were lights on and drinks next to a filled ice bucket on the table tucked into the corner of the room.
I heard the rustle of your clothing and set my purse on the dresser. ?I started to take my dress off, thinking how much I needed your cock inside me, but you issued a sharp, "no." I let the skirt fall back around my knees as I turned to face you you added, "on the bed, on your knees, dress up, ass high, legs spread wide."
I scrambled to get into position knowing the sooner I was there the faster your cock would be inside me. My cheek resting against the pillow, my knees spread wide so that Daddy could enjoy his view I waited impatiently for your first touch. ?Finally, after what felt like hours, I felt the bed shift as you came up behind me. ?Your warm hands glided over my hips and down my legs as you told me what a good girl I had been and how you loved that I was always wet and ready for Daddy to fuck and how much you liked it that your fuck toy was such a cock hungry slut that she'd take her panties off in a public area to be one step closer to being fucked. As you spoke you rubbed your cock against my pussy, teasing both of us, building the anticipation of your first thrust. ?My hips pushed back into yours and you chuckled, "My baby's cock hungry, isn't she? Always wet and wanting Daddy's cock to slide into her cunt." I gasped as you pushed your cock in me...the stinging pain bringing even more pleasure. You thrust hard and deep, over and over each stroke of your cock a show of possession. ?One hand tangled in my hair, pulling sharply brining my head back for your kisses while the fingers on your other hand teased my clit before making me come with a sharp pinch to my clit. |
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Perving during the blackout. Back up generators are awesome. |
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My alarm clock beeped it's way through the fog of sleep. I leaned over to hit the snooze button when I heard your text tone. I smiled at the idea of Daddy already having plans for me. After turning off the alarm clock I reached for my phone to see your message, "Good morning baby. Check your email for todays tasks. See you this evening. Be good."
I responded to your text and then opened up my email. Your list wasn't that long which meant I wouldn't have to rush but would have to make sure everything was done as you said, no excuses. I jumped into the shower, ate a banana and then dressed in work out clothes before heading to my Pilates class. After Pilates I texted you to let you know I had finished and was on my way home. I smiled when I saw your response, "Good girl." A quick shower and then I was standing in front of the closet where I was amazed at the changes to it. Before it was a ramshackle collection of t shirts, cotton sundresses and a few "work" clothes. Now, everything in it had been approved by you. There were still some of my scruffy clothes that you knew I loved but now it was organized by type of outfit and full of the colors you loved to see me in. Since I was only running errands I pulled on an old t-shirt and jeans. I went to the car wash and gas station, then the bookstore to pick up the book that had been on my list and the one from yours as well, before heading to the grocery store. Picking up the ingredients for tonight's dinner I thought about all the changes you've made in my life. Before I would wander through the aisles trying to figure out what sounded good for that night or would spend two hours stockpiling the cart to avoid having to come back to the grocer store for a couple of weeks. Now, I came with a list for exactly what I needed and got in and out of there quickly without having to go back the next day for something I'd managed to forget.
Finished with my errands I headed back to the house. Put everything away and then worked on my homework. You liked that I was focused on finishing my degree and always made sure I had time to complete my school work. Even though my text book was open and I was staring at the page I was day dreaming about the previous night. My pussy was still sore from the hard fucking you had given it the night before. My arms were still a little sore from being bound over my head for so long too. It made Pilates an added struggle but I loved that I could feel your presence in my sore spots. As if you knew I wasn't paying attention I heard your ringtone and answered quickly.
"Hi, Daddy."
"How's my girl doing this afternoon?"
I squirmed on the chair debating whether I should admit that I was daydreaming when you called. "I finished all my morning chores, Daddy and I'm working on my English paper. But I'm having trouble focusing on it. All I can think about is how much fun we had last night. How I was so scared to be tied up but it ended up being incredible. I loved that I was just there waiting for you to use your holes and that you left me sore all over...even my clit and pussy are still tender from last night, Daddy."
There was silence on your end of the phone. I squirmed even more knowing I needed better self control to finish my work before it was time to start dinner and be able to have an enjoyable evening with Daddy. After what ver you finally said, "I see." I held my breathe waiting to hear what else you had to say. "Put it away and work on your psychology assignment instead and Daddy will help you focus on your English paper tonight, baby. I'm about to go into a meeting so be a good girl and finish up that psychology homework before I get home."
"Yes, Daddy, I will. Have a good afternoon at work." I put my English papers back into my backpack and pulled out my psychology textbook and notepad. Taking a deep breathe I told myself to focus and got to work outlining the chapter and answering the study guide questions. In the back of my mind I kept wondering how Daddy planned on helping me concentrate on my English paper. It wouldn't be easy for me because whenever we were together my attention was on you and finding ways to make you smile and touch you. Trying to focus with you in the room would be even harder than with just the memories of the night before.
The afternoon passed quickly as I worked on my homework and started prepping dinner. I had finished the salad and was waiting for the water to come to a boil for our pasta when I heard your car pull up. I checked the mirror to make sure my hair was neat and added a swipe of your favorite lipstick before meeting you at the door. You kissed me hello then spun me around and smacked my bottom a few times while telling me how disappointed you were that my inability to focus on my English paper had changed your plans from a fun night out to a night in.
I tried to apologize but you gave me a look that said zip it. Instead I asked you what you would like to drink and if I could take your briefcase to your office. You handed me the bag and answered, "Beer. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Back in the kitchen I opened your beer and poured it into the chilled glasses I kept in the freezer for you. Setting your glass on the counter I set the table and added the pasta into the boiling water. I was putting your salad on the table when you entered the kitchen. You sat and told me to put both salads at your place. Once everything was in place you told me to kneel beside your chair. I wanted to ask why but kept my mouth closed and knelt beside your chair. You took a few bites of your salad before saying, "Open your mouth, baby," and sliding a bite of salad into my mouth. As I chewed you continued, "It looks like my baby girl is having trouble taking care of herself and her chores so Daddy has to take care of everything for her. Instead of having a good night I'm going to make sure you do exactly what you need to do. While you are doing that Daddy will be thinking of ways that you will make up for ruining tonight's plans." The rest of dinner was the same, me waiting on my knees for Daddy to give me a bite in between having his own dinner. It felt both humiliating to think you didn't think I was capable of taking care of myself to the point of having to be fed from Daddy's fork and, in an odd way, nurturing to have you feeding me.
After dinner you told me to bring you my assingment and to clean up the dinner dishes. As I cleaned up the kitchen mess I saw you leave the room. When you came back you had my laptop and a bag. You arranged my books and laptop on the table and gestured me to the seat. Once seated you opened the bag and pulled out a ball gag. You knew I hated being gagged when I didn't need to be quiet in hotel rooms and smiled at my look. "Daddy knows you too well to let you try to talk your way out of doing your homework my way, baby. Take a drink of your water and then come over here." Slowly I took a long drink of water and then walked to my spot at the table. I turned back to you so you could secure the gag in place. Once gagged you pulled out the chair and said, "Sit." I sat and looked up at you to see you pulling rope out of the bag. My eyes widened at the sight and you said, "Since you couldn't focus Daddy has to take away all your distractions." You had me move my legs to the outside of the chair and bound my ankles to the legs of the chair then moved upwards to my waist binding me to the back of the chair. You left me hands and arms free from rope and told me that was only so I could get work done. You turned on my laptop and brought up the paper I had started the day before then placed my books and papers within easy reach. Then told me you would be back to check on my progress in a little while. Before leaving you left a bell beside my laptop saying not to ring it unless I needed help. I nodded that I understood and you patted the top of my head before leaving the room.
I tried to get comfortable but you hadn't left me much wiggle room so I reread my essay prompt to get back into the school zone. Each time I tried to reach for a paper or shift my body I was reminded of being bound to the chair. The gag in my mouth reminded me of your disappointment in having your plans disappointment and kept me from telling you how sorry i was. That was probably the worst part of my punishment...having to know I had disappointed Daddy. I took a few deep breathes and settled into work. Awhile later you came in to check on me, loosened my binds to give me a bathroom break and then once bound back to the chair you removed my gag and tilted my water glass to my mouth. I thanked you for taking such good care of me. You nodded and replaced the gag with the promise of checking on me later. Sitting in that chair alone at the table made me miss being with you. I hated it when we were able to be alone together and but alone, separated, in the same house. After you being away at work all day I wanted to play with Daddy and make you happy not make you work on my stuff. When I finished the rough draft of my paper I rang the bell excited to be done and ready to have Daddy time. You came into the room and I pointed to my closed books and "the end" typed at the end of the paper on my screen. You released me from my bonds but left the gag in place. You told me to stand up, move my legs around to make sure the blood was flowing. Once you saw that I was okay you placed a hand on my back and pushed me face down to the table. You kicked my legs apart with your foot as your other hand lifted the skirt of my dress to my back. You leaned over and whispered, "Daddy wanted to have a nice night and enjoy playing with his pussy but since that wasn't possible I'm just gonna fuck my cunt now - nothing nice or easy about it, baby, and maybe next time you'll finish everything on time." With that you pushed your cock into me without worrying about whether or not I was ready. You pounded your cock into me, hard, deep, fast, each thrust pushing me harder into the table, pinned into place with your hand fisted in my hair, you body wedging me against the table and your cock pushing deep into me while my whimpers were subdued by the gag in my mouth. Before you came you pulled your cock from my pussy telling me that bad girls don't deserve Daddy's cum. A few strokes and you came on my bottom. You left me laying there on the table as you zipped up your pants and left the room. I stayed where you left me trying to catch my breath but also because you hadn't told me it was okay to move.
The air chilled my exposed bottom and dried your cum on me as I lay there waiting for permission to get up my mind floating from the changes that had taken place since we met. How I had come to hate disappointing Daddy more than anything, the way that I wanted to do everything I could to make you smile and please you, and the way you had shaped me over time to accept both your attention and your body in any way you deemed appropriate from the way I dressed to how I kept my body always prepared for you. I loved being Daddy's good girl and longed to be able to make it up to you. I don't know how long I lay there before you came back to allow me up with a brief, "Go get cleaned up, slut. Then come into the living room."
I rushed to the bathroom to clean up and then hurried back to the living room. You were sitting in your chair with a book in your hand. I sat on the floor leaning my head against your knee. I wanted to say I was sorry but you hadn't removed the gag yet. Your hand came up to rub the top of my head before handing me my book saying, "Read." We spent the rest of the evening sitting in place, you comfortable in your chair and with me on the ground leaning against your leg until it was time for bed.
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Rainy days always make want to snuggled in bed with Daddy. |
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Wiped out from back to back trips. |
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Unpacking from LV to pack for LA. |
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If you can't control your own actions how do you plan on controlling mine? |
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You knew I had a conference for work coming up and wanted to know when your cunt was going to be out of town and when you would be able to use it again. I jokingly answered "this afternoon" because I was about to leave the office. Your response was immediate "Go home, change into your slut clothes, pack your toy bag and be at my office in two hours, understand cunt?"
Your cunt clenched at your orders and dampened my panties. Well, your voice did that but after hearing your order for an impromptu meeting they became uncomfortably wet. I looked out the open doorway of my office to check for people within hearing distance. Noticing that the three people in cubicles outside my office were on the phone I quietly murmured, "Yes, Daddy" into my cell phone.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work and make it to your office in the designated time frame I saved the report I was working on and shut down my computer. It took forever to load everything into my bag and head down to my car. The freeway was empty and I made it home in less than 20 minutes. I grabbed the toy bag from under my bed and set it on top of my bed along with a pair of jeans, a tshirt and sandals from my closet. I added a pair of panties and a jacket to the pile before heading in to take a quick shower. I know that you prefer your cunt freshly shaven.
After drying off I headed back to my bedroom to get dressed for you - short skirt, low cut top and heels. I brushed my hair into the pig tails you enjoy grabbing my head by. Packed a tote bag with the toy bag and my spare clothes (for the drive home) before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to my car. I quick glance at my phone showed I had an hour to get to your office.
Traffic was still light so I made it to your office 15 minutes early. I called from the parking lot to let you know I had arrived early and see if it was a good time to come in or if you wanted me to wait until the appointed time. You told me to come in and tell your assistant that I had an appointment with you. I grabbed my tote bag, locked up the car and walked into the building. I hadn't been to your office before so I had to check the directory but it was easy to find. I was a little nervous knowing your assistant would be right outside the door while you worked your magic. I hoped that your office was soundproofed better than my own and that I was able to keep my blushing at bay until after I was safely in your office. In the elevator I double checked the opening of my tote bag was still covered, I had laid my jacket over the top to hide the toys from view before leaving my car.
Your assistant was friendly as she lead me into your office. The moment the door was closed you gestured for me to kneel. I set my tote bag down in front of your desk then lowered to my knees with my hands clasped behind my back. It wasn't until I was in position that you told me to bring you the toy bag. I removed the toy bag from my tote and took it to you while still on my knees. You took the bag from my hands and told me to strip. My head swiveled towards the door, to you and then back to the door again. "Strip, cunt." I started to kick my shoes off but you told me to leave them on. Slowly I took my top off, followed by my skirt, bra and panties until I was kneeling naked in front of you. While I was undressing you had opened up the toy bag and pulled out my collar and leash along with the nipple clamps.
You fastened the collar around my neck and played with the d-ring at the front making the metal pieces click - a noise you enjoy hearing. You atttached the clamps to my nipples then the leash to my collar. One word "Stay" before you walked towards the door leaving me kneeling naked behind your desk. You pulled the door open slightly and told your assistant that this afternoon would be the best time to make the bank deposit and pick up the list of supplies you had given her earlier. You waited until she had left before telling me to move to the center of the room. You told me to lower my shoulder to the ground and keep my ass in the air with my knees spread. I felt your hands, warm on my chilled skin, tracing my spine then cupping my bottom followed by a quick succession of smacks to my bottom with each smack getting progressively harder leaving bright red hand prints on my white skin. I could hear you walk away but couldn't see what you were doing. A moment later you told me to rise up to my knees and clasp my hands behind my back. Once I was in place you snapped the ball gag into place and then added the blindfold. A slight push to the back of my head was the only indication that I was to return my shoulders and cheek to the carpet.
I could hear you walking around but was able to tell what else was happening until I heard the swish of your belt and felt the sting of it on my ass. I gasped around the gag and you warned me to be quiet or the people next door might hear. I swallowed hard and nodded to show my understanding. A moment later I was trying my best to remain quiet and still as you landed four more blows with your belt. You allowed me a moment to catch my breathe before telling me "this was just a warm up, cunt. the whip is next." The moment I heard the word whip my head started shaking no. All I could remember was the welts from the first time you had used it on me. You allowed me to kneel and soothed me by reminding me of how I had taken it for you before and how much I enjoyed wearing your marks for days afterwards. You settled me back into place and then made me wait for what seemed like forever before the first lash strike. My eyes filled with tears at the first strike. By the third I was sobbing. By the tenth, five vertical lines adorning each cheek, I was shifting from side to side, crying, trying to move out of the way but not able to avoid the final two strikes. You came to stand in front of me and helped me to my knees. You lifted the blindfold from my eyes and commented on the mascara tracks running down my cheeks. Your hands were gentle as you traced the path of my tears. Eyes locked on yours I was focused on your words not your hands. My head was full of "good girls" and "you made Daddy proud" until I realized you had removed the clamps from my nipples. One hand on my head pushed me back into position and as I tried to catch my breathe I heard the rustle of your pants coming off. Your cunt clenched again, reminding me of the wetness trailing down my thighs as I hoped you'd fuck your cunt. As I was day dreaming about your cock filling me I didn't hear the swish of your belt cutting through the air. The feel of the belt striking my tender bottom brought me out of dreamland and right back to the middle of your office floor. Another strike landed, quickly followed by more - too many and too fast for me to count. Only when I was sobbing and squirming to move away did you stop. Dropping your belt beside me you knelt and grabbed my hips pulling me back towards you. "Don't move."
You thrust two fingers into your cunt and twisted them. I pushed my hips back against your hand trying to get off but you smacked my bottom with your other hand reminding me not to move. Once your fingers were covered in my juices you pushed them into my bottom to open me up for your cock. You told me to reach behind to spread my ass open for Daddy's cock. Taking a deep breathe I did. The moment my hands were in place your cock was pushing into me. Hard, insistant, fast and deep. I cried out from behind my gag earning another series of quick smacks to my bottom but not a reprieve. Your strokes were hard and deep. Each time I thought I'd caught my breathe you fuck it right out of me. The heat of the spanking paired with the burn of your cock in my bottom brought me to tears once again. Tears you enjoyed.
As you fucked my bottom you reminded me that every one of my holes belonged to you and that I was yours to use as you wanted...that only a cunt would leave work to get whipped and fucked in the ass by their Daddy. As you were about to cum you reached around to pinch my clit. That combined with the pressure on my nipples and your words made me cum as you shot your cum deep inside your cunt's ass.
You left me sprawled on your office floor as you cleaned yourself up and redressed. Once you were back in order you filled my bowl with a drink and set it beside your office door. You came back, removed the gag from my mouth and lead me on the leash to my drinking bowl. Your hand pushed my head towards the bowl and you told me to drink up and then crawl to you once done. I lapped at the drink in my bowl until I couldn't take another sip. Slowly , I turned and crawled back across your office, my leash trailing behind me, stopping once I had reached your side. I stayed on my hands and knees until you told me to stand. Standing I looked to you for additional instructions. Part of me hoping you planned on using me again and again before sending me home and another part hoping you'd send me home so that your assistant didn't walk in on us. Waving your hand towards your desk you told me clear off the right side of your desk. I moved your belongings to the filing cabinet and then returned to kneel beside you. Taking my hand in yours you told me to stand. You told me to turn facing the door and then lean over the desk. You had me stretch out across your desk then cuffed my ankles and wrists to the bottom of the desk. The position left me vulnerable - I couldn't move if I wanted too and my welted bottom and wet cunt was inches from your hands and cock.
You left me there, spread open and sprawled across your desk, for the rest of the afternoon. When the mood struck you you'd take a break from your research and spank me with your hand, belt or whip or shove your fingers into your cunt whenever the mood to do so struck you. Each time you shoved your fingers into your cunt you would remind me that soon your fist would fit into your cunt before making me cum then you'd go back to work as though I weren't there.
My body was stretched and sore from being held in the same position for hours, my ass was tender from the beating you had given it and the rough fucking it had received before you allowed me up off the desk to get another drink form my bowl. Physically tired, I slowly crawled to my bowl and drank as much as I could before you told me to return to your side. Swiveling your chair towards me you pulled me up by my pigtails. Balancing on my knees with my head pulled towards your lap I looked up at you to see what you had in mind.
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While spending some time out on the water I realized how the pirate/wench theme could be fun...sadly no pillaging occurred on the voyage. |
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Earlier I had the option to pedal or paddle... |
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This past week has been the craziest/busiest week in a long time. Most of it was good...some of it was fantastic. It's awesome when what you want and what you need turn out to be the same thing and you get it. Exhausted and ready for a quiet night in. |
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Work was busy as usual but the clock moved too slowly towards five o'clock. All day I had been restlessly anticipating the moment I could leave work and family behind and allow my inner Daddy's girl full reign. To impatient to wait for quoting time I snuck out of work a half hour early and rushed home to throw clothes, toiletries and the toys into my suitcase. A quick shower to freshen up and then a recheck of my suitcase before I retouched my makeup and put on a simple cotton dress and sandals. I moved my bag from the bedroom to the front door and then sat down with a book trying to relax before you came to pick me up.
Fifteen minutes and two pages later I heard you pull up. I put my book in my bag and met you at the front door with a nervous smile. This was the first time we would be spending three days together. You leaned down for a quick kiss, tugged a lock of my hair and then asked, "ready to get going, Sunshine?". I nodded and reached for my purse. After sliding my suitcase next to yours you walked me to the passenger side, opened the door and after I was seated buckled my seat belt. Once you were in the drivers seat you opened up the console and pulled a small box out. Opening it you showed me a bracelet made of a thin chain and two interlocking circles. "You will wear this from now until we return home, Sunshine. It's to remind you that the next few days you belong to me and me alone." with that said you secured the bracelet to my left wrist.
I looked at the bracelet tracing the circles with my right index finger as I thanked you for giving me a tangible reminder that my purpose was to learn how to please you even though I was nervous and unsure what direction your ownership would take. I was lost in thought, trying to put together a fantasy of how our trip to Vegas would play out, when I realized the car had stopped moving. When I saw the adult toy store sign I was curious but cautious. You had more experience and a few interests I wasn't sure about. I was dying to ask you what we were doing there but remained quiet as you came around to let me out of the car. You smiled and tapped me on the nose with your finger, "good girl showing such patience. I can see the questions brewing in your eyes. I want to get a couple of things for the trip and didn't have time to stop beforehand. When we go in you may nod or shake your was in answer to my questions but you may not speak. If there is something you think you need to say touch your bracelet and I will let you know if you are permitted to speak, understood?". I nodded by head to indicate I understood the rules.
As we walked into the store we were greeted by the sales clerk at the front door. You said hello and I smiled and nodded before we headed up the stairs to the toy section. Unsure which section you wanted I followed a step behind until you found what you were looking for. You took a package off the shelf, then moved on to another aisle picking up and discarding items as you went but so quickly I couldn't tell what all you were choosing. Fifteen minutes later we were checking out and I got an eyeful - an under the bed restraint system, some lube, nipple clamps that came with a matching clit clamp, two butt plugs, a pair of vibrating panties and a wireless remote controlled vibrator. The sales clerk joked, "someone's having a fun night." you looked at my blushing face and told the clerk, "She's gonna be fucked like never before." Mortified my face turned beet red but I kept my mouth shut. I turned to look at a few novelty style items hoping we'd be back on the road soon.
Back at your car you buckled me back into the passenger seat then handed me to bag of goodies you had just bought and said, "open everything up and clean all the toys with the cleaner that's in the bag and put in the batteries. I want everything in working order for when we stop."
We talked about the sights we wanted to see while in Vegas and places we had stayed in before while I cleaned and batteries the new toys. The conversation was fun but peppered with little comments about what you planned on doing to me while I was yours. You would mention a show you knew I'd like and then tease me saying, "you'll love everything about the show except having to sit quietly on your soon to be sore ass." Or, "that roller coaster is fun but I net it'd be better if I made you cum while on it." you kept me on edge and enjoyed it. An hour into the drive you pulled off the highway and asked to see the new bag of toys. I handed it over and watched you pull out the remote control vibrator. You had me lean the seat back until I was reclining and then had me reach under my dress and remove my panties. You lifted the skirt of my dress up over my hips and cupped my pussy with your hand. "Hmmm, seems like my girl is wet and excited to be spending time with Daddy." Slowly you pushed two fingers into my pussy then pulled them out and licked my juices off your fingers "Daddy likes to see his girl come doesn't he, Sunshine?"
I nodded, "yes, Daddy you do."
You pushed the vibrator you had bought earlier between my legs and let it sit there before saying, "Daddy wants to see you come as much as possible before we get to the hotel. Spread those legs so Daddy can see his new toy slide into that cunt."
My legs spread as far as I could I held my breathe, as you pushed the vibrator inside me, so sure that someone was about to find us on the side of the road with my pussy exposed. Once inserted you played with the remote testing the different setting to see which made me gasp and which made me rock my hips and moan with pleasure. The rest of the drive to the hotel was a haze of cumming at your press of a button. A few minutes from the hotel you allowed me to sit up, clean up a little, and slide my panties back on. As we pulled into the valet you reminded me that the valet would know I had been a good girl cumming when Daddy wanted her too because the car smelled of my arousal. Face burning, legs shaking I walked to the lobby with you to check into our room. After being given the keys we were told it'd be a half hour before the bellhop brought up our bags.
On the way to our room you stopped to get those huge, frosty drinks that everyone carries around in Vegas. in the elevator you told me to drink up because you liked your little girl tipsy. We laughed and drank as the elevator climbed higher and higher. Finally it stopped at our floor and we were at the room. Nerves hit me...it felt like a flock of butterflies were in my tummy. Once you opened that door the weekend would really begin. I'd be Daddy's little girl - punished and rewarded as I learned to obey him. Taking a deep breathe I crossed the threshold...
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Sometimes all a girl needs is a spanking and a good girl to turn the day around. |
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Learning the proper technique of blowing...glass. |
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Dipping my toes back into the water. |
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I think it's time to let you know
The way I feel when you take hold
One single touch from you, I'm gone
Still got the rush when I'm alone
I think it is time I let you know
Take all of me, I will devote
You set me free, my body's yours
It feels the best when you're involved
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From ponies to Dali's...it's been fun and exhausting. |
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Some random guy sent me an email with a fairly extensive list of all the items I would need in order to be his sub. Which got me to thinking...he obviously is sending to a bunch of people cuz his list didn't line up with any of my interests, why would he think that approach would work (of course I'll run right out to get a branding iron and proudly wear your mark for a lifetime prior to even knowing your name or anything else about you) and then I got to thinking about all the stuff (props) he would need to feel established as a Dom.
I get that props can help set the mood but if you have to rely on those props in order to establish a D/s connection - are you really a Dom/sub or are you just playing a role for a few hours? Toys and props are cool and all that...but you shouldn't have to rely on them to set the mood - at least I don't think you should. |
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Curiouser and curiouser...the more you learn the more there is to learn. |
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Looking forward to a quiet weekend at home. |
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Not really sure how to make it any clearer that I'm not into joining any couples or a poly family. |
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And the festivities begin. |
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Packing for long weekend in LA. |
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Rain, thunder, lightning, rainbows...oh my! |
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Sneaking in some quiet time before the festivities start. |
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Looking forward to a fun holiday weekend with my bestie in Ventura. |
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Fun afternoon/evening at the historic Hollywood hotel. |
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Looks like I'll be spending lots of time in Ventura this summer. |
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I turned the radio on to this sentence - "it left me vibrating for days afterward". Instant jealousy. |
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Getting back into the swing of things... |
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Showed off my domestic side this weekend and enjoyed it - surprised everyone, myself included, as it usually makes me tense. |
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Gorgeous day in St. George. |
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Battling a cold while studying for finals sucks. :( |
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Feeling a bit restless... |
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"Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of an intelligent effort." - John Ruskin |
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Sore for all the right reasons. Sad the afternoon passed by way too quickly. Enjoying the journey. |
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Family time this morning with my favorite muchkins who always have something outrageous to say/do. Than some "me" time this afternoon before the whirlwind starts up again. |
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Work, family BBQ and now getting ready for 80's themed birthday party. Frosted blue eye shadow and shoulder pads here I come. :) |
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It's turning out to be a much more interesting day than I had anticipated...strippers with breakfast...wondering what the afternoon will hold. |
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While I appreciate the offers I have no desire to be kept chained at home 24/7 or to become a service slave or to take on a Dom/me couple. I'm quite happy with My Daddy's girl status. |
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Dinner at Por Favor's followed by toy shopping at the F street next door. All in all a successful evening. |
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There's that moment where everything else disappears and the only things that exists is that moment in time. Where I am focused solely on being Daddy's good girl. |
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Had someone steal/use my pics. |
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Spent the evening in Phoenix at KC's with some interesting and fantastic people. :) |
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No good deed goes unpunished. |
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Friends, family, baseball (Phillies swept the series), and an opportunity to show off my rarely used domestic side. Long but very fulfilling weekend. |
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Sun burnt and exhausted. Enjoying a quiet day puttering around the house. |
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Looks like I'll be heading to Oklahoma. Stupid tornado. |
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Packed and ready for the fun to begin. |
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Back and neck feeling better just in time for weekend roadtrip. |
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Managed to get all tangled up in something and suffering the pain of it (not the good kind) - may be awhile before I am able to get caught up with mail and stuff. |
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Crazy week...looking forward to a weekend of crazy rides at magic mntn. |
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Camped. Birthday partied. BBQ'd. Campfired. Paddle boated. |
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Playing hooky after a crazy week. Fragile rocking this morning then spending the day with a friend to celebrate her birthday. Mai-Tai's ahead. |
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"It's here I'll rest my chin
and breathe her deep and smile
For I think I've found a soft spot
and I'll lie here a while
It's here I'll raise my flag
and claim this land as mine
Just south of her shoulder
and west of her spine"
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Final dress fittings this morning...so happy this wedding stuff will be over Friday. Maid of honoring is a pain in the butt. |
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BP this weekend. :)
Camping next weekend. :(
Magic Mountain the next. :) |
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Home with bruises in odd places. |
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A couple things I don't get...
"Doms" that demand a girl they don't know address them as "Master" or "Daddy." Sure, I can type whatever title you demand but wouldn't you want to inspire someone to see you as their Master or Daddy rather than do it to placate you?
People who assume that my desire to find someone locally doesn't apply to them...there are reasons why local is it for me...I'm sure you are a fabulous Lord and Master but you are in Timbuktu and I'm in San Diego which means frequent face to face time isn't gonna happen. |
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Kneeling beside the bed I waited impatiently for you to walk through the door. I hate waiting. You know this and enjoy making me wait for you. I heard your footsteps and instinctively took a deep breathe. Each time we're together it feels oddly new yet familiar probably because I never know what to expect from you other than intensity and a sense of rightness.
Finally the door swung open and I ached to move but held myself still with my knees wide, hands clasped behind my back with my head up; blindfold securely in place. I could hear you move about the room, setting things down and moving the toys about the table, all without a word of acknowledgement from you. My body tensed waiting for that first touch of your hands on me once again. It had been longer between visits than usual and the wait had been tortuous. I strained to hear you coming towards me but couldn't. I wanted to beg you to touch me, for your mouth to meet mine, anything to end the silence and my waiting but you hadn't given me permission to speak yet.
Suddenly yours hands were pulling my head back by my pony tail. Your fingers pushed into my mouth deep and hard. I hoped your fingers would soon be replaced by your cock. As your fingers pushed deeper into my mouth your other hand tugged the chain on the nipple clamps you had told me to wear for you. I moaned and you pushed your fingers deeper and tugged harder on the chain in response. I shifted forward in response to your tugs on the chain. You guided me towards the bed by the chain. Your first words to me were "Remove everything but your plug, clamps and blindfold. Tell me when you are done."
I responded with a quick, "Yes, Daddy" then stood to remove my panties. You pushed down on my should saying "I didn't tell you to get up." I sank back to my knees and pushed my thong down around my knees then went to work on removing the stalkings and heels you liked seeing me in. Not being able to stand or see it took me a little longer to finish but finally I was able to say, "Daddy, I'm finished."
Standing behind me your hands resting on my shoulders you reached down to the clamps tugging the chain upwards. The next few moments were ones I dreaded and craved. You removed the right one first. Still blindfolded I imagined your smile as the pain flashed through me and I leaned back into you. I felt your left hand move from my shoulder to the clamp and I tensed in anticipation. You made me wait, teasing me by twisting and turning the clamp before releasing it. Once I had stopped squirming you led me to the bed and had me lay down on my back. I felt the heat and weight of your body as you straddled my chest. I smiled as I realized I'd soon be able to taste your cock. You teased me with your cock, rubbing it against my lips then slapping it against my cheek, before bringing it back to my mouth. I opened my mouth in anticipation and felt you move till your balls were resting on my mouth. My tongue licked your sack but my mind was focused on the moment your cock would invade my mouth. You pulled back and told me you had thought about fucking my tits all afternoon. My hands went to my tits waiting to squeeze them around your hard cock. I don't know why but there's something about feeling your cock surrounded by my tits that floods my pussy. All too soon your cock was thrusting between my tits towards my mouth to feed me your cum. I swallowed and swallowed as you came drinking you in. You told me to stay where I was and I could feel you shifting on the bed then the water running in the bathroom.
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Seattle was fun, as always, but it's good to be home. |
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Had a meeting today, everything went well...got back to my desk and a coworker told me a button on my blouse was undone. Hello purple bra and bright red face... |
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They're real and they're spectacular. |
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Went out on a limb, faced a fear and not only survived but enjoyed the experience. Time to celebrate.
Me + Shots + Pitcher of Margaritas + Missed Step = Uncontrollable laughter and a sore ass. |
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It's a different direction than what I've written before...it needs something...just not sure what it is...constructive feedback is always welcome...
I had been studying at barnes and nobles, fewer distractions than studying at home, and had just finished my study sheet when a fresh drink was set down in front of me. Surprised I looked up and saw you standing to the side of me. You sat across from me and said, "All done?"
I nodded and thanked you for the drink as I stuffed my book and papers into my bag. You asked to see my study sheets and I pulled them back out of my bag and handed it over. It was weird to see you look over my work as though you were about to give a grade. You watched me looking everywhere but at you over the top of my paper. After a few uncomfortable minutes you handed it back telling me that it was an interesting topic and could tell I had worked hard on it. Once my paper was safely stowed away you asked if I had checked out the books yet. I laughed answering, "No, not yet." Pointing to my bag and then towards the book shelves I said, "Task. Reward." You nodded and stood saying, "Let's take a look then." We browsed through the aisles, chatting about the upcoming weekend and which books looked interesting. Before I knew it I had a stack of books to take home with me and we were headed to the parking lot.
Walking to my car we made plans to see each other the following night after work. When I took my keys out of my purse to unlock my car you gently removed them from my hand then placed my bag in the trunk before escorting me to the car door with your hand on my back. You opened my door for me and then told me quietly, "Daddy wants to kiss you good night. Put your purse in your car and then face me." As I turned to put my purse on the seat of my car I looked around for anyone passing by. Slowly I turned back around to face you. Your hand came up under my chin, pushing my head back to look up at you. You leaned in close and told me to put my hands on your shoulders as you put one arm around my waist pulling me in closer to you. The hand under my chin tilted my head to the side and then moved to cup the back of my neck. I watched as you slowly leaned into my and then pressed your lips to mine. The kiss was sweet, innoncent and done before I could blink. I started to step back but your arm around my waist squeezed, holding me in place. "Daddy is going to kiss you again but this time it's going to be a little different." Unsure of what you meant I nodded. Your lips pressed down on mine and I started to kiss you back. The hand on my neck turned into my hair tugging my head further back. As you pulled my head back your mouth pressed harder onto mine and I felt you tell me to open my mouth. Surprised at the sting from having my hair pulled my jaw dropped and your tongue plunged into my mouth. Pushing in deep forcing my mouth wider you took control of the kiss and my body. You pulled back and told me gently, "from now on that's how Daddy's going to kiss you unless he says otherwise." Biting my bottom lip I looked up at you and nodded. The hand tugging my hair eased and I felt you stroke my head as you whispered, "good girl" in my ear. You kissed the top of my head and told me that I was to go straight home and once safely inside to text you that I was home safe.
The next day we met up after work and saw a movie then had dinner. Walking into the Chronicles of Narnia I was sure everyone knew about the games we played but you laughed off my whispered fears pointing out the other "adult" couples in the theater without any kids next to them and then promised next time we went to a movie it'd have an "r" rating to quell any fears. I laughed at your joking about the rating and settled in to watch the movie with my head resting on your shoulder. At dinner you teased me about the movie and kept the conversation light until you ordered dessert. After the waitress had dropped off the pizookie you told me that the rest of the week was going to be very busy for you but you wanted to me to leave my weekend free for you. I agreed that my weekend would be yours to plan. We agreed to meet at your place after work Friday night and that I would be yours until we had to leave for work Monday morning. Beyond that you wouldn't say anything else about the upcoming weekend. When you dropped me off at home later that evening you told me you would email me what to pack for the weekend. Nervous but excited I went to bed that night anticipating what you could have planned.
Wednesday night you called to tell me that you had emailed the items I would need and that I should read it over while you waited. I pulled up your email and looked at the list...it all seemed pretty basic - jeans, shirts, sneakers, flip flops, sunscreen, toiletries, etc. No toys or anything indicative of a weekend of play. I asked if I could add a couple of things and you told me to reply back to the list and you would see if it was necessary or if I'd have time for it during the weekend. I replied back with the items I wanted to bring and waited for your response.
Thursday night I packed the requested outfits and toiletries into my overnight bag and added the book and magazines you had allowed me to add to the bag. Friday morning I got ready for work and then added a casual outfit to change into for afterwork and a work outfit for Monday morning. The whole day felt years long. I texted you during a meeting asking for a hint about the weekend but your only reply was "6 o'clock" the time I was supposed to be at your place that night. I snuck out of the office ten minutes early and drove to your place. Because of traffic I didn't get their until 6:15. As you opened the front door I apologized for being late. You brushed aside my apology and turned me around to face the street. You took my overnight bag from my hand and without looking back said to follow you. I fell into step behind you and stopped at your car. You asked me if I needed anything from my car before we left and I asked "where are we going?" Your answer was a mysterious, 'you'll see.' Before asking again if I needed anything form my car. I checked my purse for my sunglasses and then realized I had forgotten my jacket. You walked me to the passenger side, told me to get in and then buckled my seat belt before taking my keys from my purse to get my jacket. Once you were seated and the car was headed to the freeway I asked, "when do I get to know where we are going?" You told me not to worry about it and then asked if I was wearing panties. I nodded and anticipating your response I had my hands under my skirt to remove them before you could tell me too. Once they were off you held out your hand and blushing I scooped them from the floorboards to place them in your waiting palm. You smiled, "good girl" and then pushed them into your jacket pocket. We chatted during the drive while i continued to ask where we were going and tried to find out any details about the upcoming weekend. Finally tired of my mining for information you told me that if I didn't stop asking questions you'd have to gag me. I quieted down so quickly you laughed.
As we drove through Irvine you turned to look at me and said, "Daddy thinks you deserved a treat for doing so well at school. How would you like to go to Disneyland tomorrow?" Surprised I asked,"really?" At your nod I said, "thank you, Daddy! I've always wanted to go there. I think we're going to have so much fun!" You rested your hand on my knee and agreed that it'd be a good time and how Daddy enjoyed giving his good girl treats. The rest of the drive was spent talking about the different rides and favorite Disney movies. You pulled up to the hotel's valet and told me to let the valet help me out of the car instead of waiting for you to come get me. Once out of the car I stood quietly as you dealt with our bags and turned your keys over to the valet. As we checked in you smiled at me and then asked the clerk, "it's her first trip to disneyland any recommendations?" The clerk told us about the different restaurants and that there were hidden Mickey's everywhere so to keep a look out for them and not to miss Space Mountain. She handed you the key cards and pointed out which elevator to take to get to our room. You guided me through the hotel, stopping for a quick look at the hotel shop with all their fun toys and shirts, before we entered the elevator. You found our room quickly and once inside I said, "Daddy, there's only one bed!" You ruffled my hair and told me, "We didn't get here until late, pumpkin, so they didn't have rooms with two beds left. We're just going to have to share. Now our bags won't be here for another 20 minutes and it's way past your dinner time young lady. I'm going to start your bath and when our bags get here you can change into your jammies. Once you are in the tub I'll order some dinner." With that you headed to the bathroom leaving me alone in the bedroom. Curious I opened the doors of the cabinet and found the tv and a little refrigerator before heading to the windows and looking outside. I heard you clearing your throat and spun around to see you watching me check things out. "The tub is almost full. you need to take a bath before we have dinner so why don't you come over here and Daddy will help you get in." I walked to the bathroom where you helped me out of my clothes and into the bath tub. You told me it was okay to play while you ordered dinner. I leaned back enjoying the warm water while you were on the phone with room service. A few minutes late I heard a knock on the door and sat up in the tub. You poked your head in and told me relax and closed the door behind you. I could hear muffled voices through the door and then the snick of the lock. When you came back into the bathroom you had my pajamas in your hand. Setting them on the counter you kneeled next to the tub and started soaping up the wash rag. Gently you ran the washcloth over my body and then had me stand up to rinse off under the spray of the shower head. Stepping out of the tub I was wrapped in a soft white towel. You dried me off gently and then helped me into my pajamas before telling me to go sit on the bed for you to brush my hair. As you were brushing my hair there was another knock at the door. You told me to go put the brush away while the waiter brought in our food. I waited in the bathroom until you came and opened the door after the waiter had left.
You helped me into my seat and showed that you had ordered me a grilled cheese and fries with a side of thousand island dressing - just the way I liked my fries. Then you handed me a glass and told me that to celebrate my first visit to Disneyland you were giving me grownup juice. When I asked what is was called you told me it was called pineapple with parrot bay but it had to stay a secret because little girls weren't allowed to have it unless they were with their Daddy and then only on special occasions. I tried my special drink and liked it so much I finished my drink before I was halfway done with my grilled cheese. You refilled my cup and told me to slow down. We finished our dinners and told me to put my clothes away in the closet and put out the stuff I'd need for the morning in the bathroom. While you dealt with the room service tray I put my things away as you had told me. Finished I grabbed my book and settled on the bed to read while you unpacked your own bag. You told me that you were going to take a shower and I was allowed to read until you came to bed. I smiled my agreement and put my nose back in my book. I was so involved in my book I didn't realize you were out of the shower until you took the book out of my hands and turned out the reading light.
"It's bedtime, pumpkin." I laid down and pushed the pillow around til it was comfortable as you walked to the other side of the bed and slid in. You let me toss and turn for a few minutes before asking, "what's the matter, pumpkin?"
Exhaling deeply I whined, "I'm too excited to sleep, Daddy. And my head feels funny too." You told me to come over and cuddle up to you. Once I had you stroked your hand down my back and told me that maybe part of the problem was that you hadn't kissed me good night. I nodded and giggled, "Bad daddy for forgetting."
You turned and kissed me, tongue thrusting deep into my mouth until we were both breathing hard. "I don't think that made me sleepy, Daddy."
You laughed and tugged my hair. "Maybe a game would wear you out," you suggested.
"Cards?" I asked.
"No, this is a special game only you and I can play. It starts with lots of kisses until you are ready to hold Daddy's love stick in you love pocket."
"I've never heard of that game, Daddy."
You turned over on your side to face me and told me that the only way to learn was to let you show me how to play. Then you told me it would give me lots of practice at getting better kissing you the way you taught me the other night. When I told you I liked that you told me what a good girl I was and leaned over to kiss me. Your tongue invaded my mouth and soon your body was on top of mine. When I tried to wiggle you raised your head a bit to tell me to stay still. You kept kissing me until I was mindless to anything but you and your kisses. Slowly you slid your hands under my pajama top until your hands cupped my breasts. I pulled back and asked, "Daddy, what are you doing?" Gently you moved your hands over my breasts and said, "Daddy is helping you relax by playing with your titties. Daddy is gonna be exploring you and you are going to be exploring Daddy during this game." Once again you kissed me and cupped my breasts in your hands before lightly pinching my nipples. You smiled against my lips as I gasped and bucked my hips at the feel of your pinch. After kissing and caressing my breasts your hand moved into my shorts and started to rub my pussy. Once again I tried to move away from your hands but you held me in place telling me that you were looking for my love pocket. Then you told me that it would be easier to find without my pj's on and helped me take them off. Leaning over me you dropped a quick kiss on my mouth before taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking deeply as your hand invaded my pussy. You kept kissing, nibbling sucking and thrusting until my thighs were wet. When you decided I was ready you told me that you needed my help to make Daddy's love stick wet enough to slide into my love pocket. I asked how you needed me to do that and you told me that I needed to lick and then suck your love stick like it was a popsicle. Your hands left my body and removed your boxers. Reaching behind my head you moved the pillows out of the way and straddled my chest. Holding your cock in one hand you told me, "this is Daddy's love stick. Daddy needs you to stick out your tongue and lick my stick until I put my love stick in your mouth and you suck on it like a popsicle so that you can get my love stick wet enough it'll slide into your love pocket nice and easy." I stuck my tongue out and you rubbed your cock on it before telling me how to lick it...first the head, then the shaft until you pushed your cock deep into my mouth. A few strokes and you groaned what a good girl I was for getting Daddy's love stick nice and wet. After a final stroke in my mouth you told me to spread my legs wide so you could put your love stick in my pocket. Sliding down my body you stopped to nibble at my neck, suck my nipples before sliding your cock deep inside me. The whole time you told me what a good girl I was and how proud Daddy was of his little girl for trying this new game.
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To Vegas or not to Vegas is the question of the day. Normally it's an easy answer but it's a family trip which could suck all the fun right out of Vegas. |
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1 car + 4 gps' = 90 minute detour of added adventure. |
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Rollicking weekend ahead. ;) |
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LA this weekend...San Francisco in February. |
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Ready for this current bout of insomnia to end... |
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Yes, the fishnets are still posted...you just have to find them... |
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Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
Pablo Neruda |
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You called to tell me to meet you at Fashion Valley for dinner and a movie which surprised me. It'd been awhile since we had been able to squeeze time together into our schedules and a movie seemed an unusual choice but your dictating a specific skirt and top to wear was very familiar.
The night came and I pulled into the parking lot closest to PF Chang's. I saw you sitting on the bench watching me walk towards you. You waited until I was even with you before saying "you're late" glancing at your watch and reminding me, "5 minutes. not really starting off on the right foot, are you?" I apologized for being late but knew swats were coming my way soon. You stood and held out your hand for mine. "I have something for you in the car" and led me towards your car. You walked to the passenger side door and opened it. "Jump in" when I hesitated you raised an eyebrow at me and I hopped into the car. You leaned in and told me to remove my panties and leave them lying on the floorboard of the passenger side. You closed the door and moved towards the back of the car to open the trunk. I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was nearby and likely to notice. When the nearest carload of people left I pushed my hands up underneath my skirt to pull down my panties. I had just stepped out of them when you opened the door. You glanced down and saw the crumpled lace and nodded, "Good girl."
I turned in my seat to face you and you handed me a small box. I opened it and saw a silver bracelet with a heart charm on it. I looked up at you and said, "thank you but I'm not sure what this is for?" You smiled and took the bracelet out of the box and tapped my left wrist. I held it out without thinking. You placed the bracelet around my wrist and told me that I would wear it unless you told me otherwise. Then you pulled the heart tag towards me and showed me your initial engraved on it. You told me that was to remind you that I belonged to you and that my body was yours to enjoy however you chose to. You tapped the heart again and told me that you knew I didn't care for jewelry with hearts on it but you knew that I would wear it happily because you had chosen it for me. as my pleasure comes from yours in all things, even wearing a bracelet. I nodded and said, 'thank you Daddy." You helped me out of the car and back to the restaurant. As I walked I was aware of being bare underneath my skirt. Going without panties in public has never been a habit for me, especially while wearing a skirt. Dinner came without any awkward moments or demands from you. It was as though you enjoyed having me on pins and needles waiting anxiously for your next command. You enjoyed watching me squirm all through dinner.
After dinner you walked me out to your car and drove us over to the theater. Alone in the car and until we were comfortably seated in the darkened movie theater you kept the conversation light. We talked about a possible weekend getaway to San Francisco to see an exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art and joked about a side trip to the vibrator museum a friend had heard about. The movie started and you focused on the movie. We both enjoyed it but I kept waiting for you to do something but everything remained "vanilla" during our night out. After the movie you led me around the mall wandering in and out of shops. I wanted to ask what your plan was or if driving me crazy was your ultimate goal but held my tongue and decided to enjoy the night. After an hour you guided us back to your car, helped me into the passenger seat and then drove me back to my car. You told me that I was to follow you back to your place and to hand you my panties before I got out of your car. Blushing I reached down for my panties dropping them in your outstretched hand. Then let myself out of our car and into mine.
I followed you back to your place and on the way kept rethinking the night. You rarely allowed that much time to elapse without doing something to remind me of my submission. I could feel the weight of the bracelet on my wrist and realized that was the lesson...ever without an overt gesture I could feel your dominance on my. I parked my car in the visitor space and saw you waiting by my car with my panties peeking out of your pants pocket. Your hand on my lower back you guided me to your front door. Leaning over my shoulder you reached to unlock the door. "You will go to the kitchen and fetch me a beer and a bottle of water. Open both. Leave them on the table. Go to the bedroom and strip. Bring the toy bag back with you. Understood?"
I nodded, "Yes, Daddy." You pushed the door open and I headed into the kitchen to grab the drinks out of the fridge. I put the water bottle and opened beer bottle on the counter before retrieving one of the glasses you kept in the freezer. I placed all three on the side table in the living room and headed to the bedroom. I removed my sandals, kicking them into the closet, then removed my top and skirt before hanging them in the closest. I left my bra on the hanger with my shirt. Kneeling I reached under your bed for the toy bag and then returned to you in the living room.
When I came in I noticed the ottoman had been moved to the center of the room. You told me to leave the bag at your feet and then lay facedown straddling the ottoman. As soon as I was in place you put the blindfold on me. I could hear the snaps and the rustling of plastic but couldn't see what you had planned next. Instead of telling me what you had planned you let the tension build with your silence. Soon I felt you put wrist and ankle cuffson me and then hearing a series of clicks I realized you had locked my hands and feet to the legs of the ottoman. Next I felt my head being lifted off the ottoman by your hold on my hair. You pushed a ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head. You placed what felt like a tennis ball in my right hand and told me, "If you need me to stop drop the ball. Understand?" I nodded and tightened my grip on the ball.
I felt cold lube drizzled on my ass and tried to relax even knowing the dreaded butt plug was coming next. You pushed the plug into my tight hole steadily without pause. I groaned as you inserted it. Then groaned again when you turned it on and I could feel the vibration. Finished with the plug you pushed one finger deep into my cunt. "Dripping already." You pulled it out of my cunt and told me, "it's going to be awhile before that cunt is filled again. Daddy has other plans tonight."
Your hand came down in a hard slap on my right cheek then my left. Soon your hand and my ass were warm from the spanking you had given me. Bound to the ottoman and gagged I couldn't move, couldn't beg you to fill me. I could only take each smack as you doled them out and hope you would allow me relief sooner than later.
After what seemed like hours you deemed my cheeks "red enough" and ran your hands up my back to my hair. You raised my head by gripping my hair and told me that part of being a good girl was to entertain Daddy. I wasn't sure what you meant by that but couldn't ask. You told me you were going to change my position but wasn't allowed to move until you said so. I nodded, best as I could against your fist in my hair, to show you I understood. You dropped my head back to the ottoman and bent down to release the restraints from the furniture legs. You helped me to sit up, released the gag and held the water against my lips for a drink before reinserting the gag into my mouth and telling me to straddle the ottoman facing the couch and then lay on my back. You moved my hands and ankles back into place and within the restraints then curled my right hand around the tennis ball once again. You walked away and I could hear you rummaging through the toy bag. You came back smiling and gently brushed my bangs from my eyes before holding up a set of nipple clamps above me. Kneeling beside me you brought your head down sucking my nipple into your mouth as you pinched and twisted the other. I moaned as you lightly bit my nipple and increased the pressure and twisting of the other. I shifted trying to move away from the pain but you kept up the bite of pain. Once I stopped trying to wiggle away you lifted your head and quickly attached the clamps.
Again you left me to wait and wonder what you had planned next. I heard the tv come on and tilted my head back to see what was happening. You had it tuned to Sports Night and I couldn't help but think you had gone to a lot of trouble to watch a sports show in peace. I relaxed my head and closed my eyes waiting for your next move. It didn't take long to feel you standing between my legs at the foot of the ottoman. I tilted my hips up towards you wanting your cock deep inside me desperately. Instead of feeling your cock I felt your hand slap my pussy repeatedly with fast, hard smacks. When you decided I'd had enough you brushed your fingers against my inner thighs, feeling my wetness. "Looks like I won't need the lube after all, will I cunt?" Behind my gag I tried to answer, "No, Daddy."
Next I felt what I thought was my vibrator glide into my pussy only to realize it wasn't the vibrator I had imagined. Instead you had inserted one end of the wevibe and then after turning it on let the other end rest against my clit. The dual stimulation of my gspot and clit had me moving my hips in hopes of feeling your cock filling me. I squirmed and writhed on the ottoman. The buzzing of the wevibe was just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to allow me to cum. Each shift of my body brought additional awareness to the clamps on my nipples. I couldn't focus on anything other than the need to cum. With each moan of pleasure came a whimper of pain both sounds bringing you pleasure.
I turned my head and was able to see you sitting on the couch stroking your cock as you watched me bound to the ottoman dying for release. I tried begging you for relief with my eyes and the wordless sounds coming from my gagged mouth but you ignored my pleas. Awhile later you left the couch and stood over me. My eyes were so focused on your hard cock that I didn't notice your hand reaching for the clamp. I wanted to scream as you took the clamp from my right nipple. You waited for the pain to fade away before leaning over to remove the other one causing my body to arch up from the ottoman. This time you stroked my cheek with your hand as you told me how much you enjoyed spending the evening with me.
I was taken aback at your tone...it made me feel as though the evening were over and I needed you desperately. I wasn't ready to be sent home yet. You unclipped my wrist and ankle cuffs from the ottoman but left the gag in place. Once again you helped me to sit up after taking the tennis ball out of my hand. You told me to stand. Once on my feet you pushed the wevibe deeper inside me and told me to go to the bedroom. I could feel you behind me each step of the way. Once in your bedroom you guided me to my knees and elbows on the edge of the bed pushing my knees as far apart as possible. I felt your cock sliding along my pussy teasing me in my neediness for you. Finally you pushed your cock into my pussy right alongside the wevibe. You groaned as you absorbed the vibration against your cock. A couple of hard strokes of your cock and I came so hard that my ribs hurt. I was ready to beg you to never stop fucking me. All too soon you withdrew from my pussy and I felt the head of your cock against my ass. I shook my head and whimpered no but you kept pushing deeper and deeper into my ass. Once fully seated, balls deep in my ass, you pulled out and started fucking my ass hard. Each whimper seemed to drive you deeper and harder into me. Tears came to my eyes before you came deep inside my ass. After you came your body slumped over mine pressing me down to the mattress.
A few minutes later you moved off me and walked in to the bathroom. I heard the shower come on before you came back to remove the gag, the wevibe and cuffs from my wrists and ankles. You helped me up and into the shower where we took turns sudsing each other up and then drying each other off. You led me back to the bed and replaced the cuff on my wrist. I looked up at you as if to ask what the cuff was for when you held up a length of rope. You wound the rope through the ring on the cuff and showed me how the rope was attached to the bed. Smiling you told me, "You will remain in my bed tonight, cunt. Go lay down. The rope is long enough that you can get to the bathroom but won't be able to leave my bedroom."
I nodded and went up on tip toe to kiss your cheek before saying, "thank you, Daddy." Exhausted I climbed into your bed and slid into sleep.
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I've tried the Dom to fill my kinky needs while having a boyfriend to fulfill my social needs...and yes they both knew about the other. I felt as though I couldn't give either my best efforts. It's somewhat disconcerting to me to be with one while the other is trying to make plans and I always held back instead of being able to fully let go and just enjoy the moment. |
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Work trip to LA tomorrow...fun, fun, fun. |
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Someone told me today that a girl like me deserved flowers every day. It was sweet but all I could think of is if he knew me at all it would have been the word spanks instead of flowers. |
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"Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies." |
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In no particular order:
Yes, they are real.
No, I will not cam with you to prove they are that large. Let me rephrase, I'm not here to be your cam whore.
Life is about timing and I don't have the time to travel to and from you.
Yes, I have a family and they will always come first.
No, calling you "Daddy" doesn't make you family. It would make you one of a limited number of men in my life that inspired that reaction from me.
Yes, you are awesome...I'm still not going to cam you.
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Is in vacation planning mode. Happy Holidays! |
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I understand that online/phone training is good for some but I learn from the hands on approach. |
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Discovered my inner happy homemaker this weekend...I've found submitting to be fulfilling but hadn't realized how much I'd enjoy the responsibility of planning and providing an enjotable holiday weekend for others. |
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Kneeling beside the bed I waited impatiently for you to walk through the door. I hate waiting. You know this and enjoy making me wait for you. I heard your footsteps and instinctively took a deep breathe. Each time we're together it feels oddly new yet familiar probably because I never know what to expect from you other than intensity and a sense of rightness.
Finally the door swung open and I ached to move but held myself still with my knees wide, hands clasped behind my back with my head up; blindfold securely in place. I could hear you move about the room, setting things down and moving the toys about the table, all without a word of acknowledgement from you. My body tensed waiting for that first touch of your hands on me once again. It had been longer between visits than usual and the wait had been tortuous. I strained to hear you coming towards me but couldn't. I wanted to beg you to touch me, for your mouth to meet mine, anything to end the silence and my waiting but you hadn't given me permission to speak yet.
Suddenly yours hands were pulling my head back by my pony tail. Your fingers pushed into my mouth deep and hard. I hoped your fingers would soon be replaced by your cock. As your fingers pushed deeper into my mouth your other hand tugged the chain on the nipple clamps you had told me to wear for you. I moaned and you pushed your fingers deeper and tugged harder on the chain in response. I shifted forward in response to your tugs on the chain. You guided me towards the bed by the chain. Your first words to me were "Remove everything but your plug, clamps and blindfold. Tell me when you are done."
I responded with a quick, "Yes, Daddy" then stood to remove my skirt. You pushed down on my should saying "I didn't tell you to get up." I sank back to my knees and reached behind me to unzip my plaid school girl skirt, after pushing my skirt and thong down around my knees I went to work on removing the stalkings and heels you liked seeing me in. Not being able to stand or see it took me a little longer to finish but finally I was able to say, "Daddy, I'm finished."
Standing behind me your hands resting on my shoulders you reached down to the clamps tugging the chain upwards. The next few moments were ones I dreaded and craved. You removed the right one first. Still blindfolded I imagined your smile as the pain flashed through me and I leaned back into you. I felt your left hand move from my shoulder to the clamp and I tensed in anticipation. You made me wait, teasing me by twisting and turning the clamp before releasing it. Once I had stopped squirming you led me to the bed and had me lay down on my back. I felt the heat and weight of your body as you straddled my chest. I smiled as I realized I'd be able to taste you cock soon.
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Enjoying time spent with the family this weekend...something I wasn't sure would be possible last week. |
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Turn off the lights
I know the little things you like
And I can show you how to go all night
Turn off the lights
Ba-ba-baby you know you're my type
So stay with me and hit the switch tonight
Turn off the lights |
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SF tomorrow...looking forward to fun with friends. |
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Kneeling beside the bed I waited impatiently for you to walk through the door. I hate waiting. You know this and enjoy making me wait for you. I heard your footsteps and instinctively took a deep breathe. Each time we're together it feels oddly new yet familiar probably because I never know what to expect from you other than intensity and a sense of rightness.
Finally the door swung open and I ached to move but held myself still with my knees out, hands clasped behind my back with my head up blindfold securely in place. I felt you nearby and suddenly yours hands were pulling my head back by my pony tail. Your fingers pushed into my mouth deep and hard. I hoped your fingers were mimicking the future motion of your cock. As your fingers pushed deeper into my mouth your other hand tugged the chain on the nipple clamps you had told me to wear for you. I moaned and you pushed your fingers deeper and tugged harder on the chain in response.
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This has been the weirdest day...so ready for a quiet weekend. |
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Four days til an empty house... |
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Off to play with the creatures that go bump in the night... |
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You know those days when you feel as though you can't do anything right? I'm having one of those. |
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An essential part of a happy, healthy life is being of service to others. ~ Sue Pattom Thoele
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Enjoying the feeling that comes along with everything falling into place. :) |
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Spent the morning visiting my new nephew and his mom at the hospital. |
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To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.
- Douglas Adams |
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Going to a coed slumber party...should be interesting night and hopefully I'll be bring home a new toy to play with.
It was fun, got to try out some new stuff and have a little too much wine. :) |
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You knew I had a conference for work coming up and wanted to know when your cunt was going to be out of town and when you would be able to use it again. I let you know I wouldn't be going out of town for another week then jokingly added "but you can use your cunt as early as this afternoon" because I was about to leave the office. Your response was immediate "Go home, change into your slut clothes, pack your toy bag and be at my office in two hours, understand cunt?"
Your cunt clenched at your orders and dampened my panties. Well, your voice did that but after hearing your order for an impromptu meeting they became uncomfortably wet. I looked out the open doorway of my office to check for people within hearing distance. Noticing that the three people in cubicles outside my office were on the phone I quietly murmured, "Yes, Daddy" into my cell phone.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work and make it to your office in the designated time frame I saved the report I was working on and shut down my computer. It took forever to load everything into my bag and head down to my car. The freeway was empty and I made it home in less than 20 minutes. I grabbed the toy bag from under my bed and set it on top of my bed along with a pair of jeans, a tshirt and sandals from my closet. I added a pair of panties and a jacket to the pile before heading in to take a quick shower. I know that you prefer your cunt freshly shaven.
After drying off I headed back to my bedroom to get dressed for you - short skirt, low cut top and heels. I brushed my hair into the pig tails you enjoy grabbing my head by. Packed a tote bag with the toy bag and my spare clothes (for the drive home) before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to my car. I quick glance at my phone showed I had an hour to get to your office.
Traffic was still light so I made it to your office 15 minutes early. I called from the parking lot to let you know I had arrived early and see if it was a good time to come in or if you wanted me to wait until the appointed time. You told me to come in and tell your assistant that I had an appointment with you. I grabbed my tote bag, locked up the car and walked into the building. I hadn't been to your office before so I had to check the directory but it was easy to find. I was a little nervous knowing your assistant would be right outside the door while you worked your magic. I hoped that your office was soundproofed better than my own and that I was able to keep my blushing at bay until after I was safely in your office. In the elevator I double checked the opening of my tote bag was still covered, I had laid my jacket over the top to hide the toys from view before leaving my car.
Your assistant was friendly as she lead me into your office. The moment the door was closed you gestured for me to kneel. I set my tote bag down in front of your desk then lowered to my knees with my hands clasped behind my back. It wasn't until I was in position that you told me to bring you the toy bag. I removed the toy bag from my tote and took it to you while still on my knees. You took the bag from my hands and told me to strip. My head swiveled towards the door, to you and then back to the door again. "Strip, cunt." I started to kick my shoes off but you told me to leave them on. Slowly I took my top off, followed by my skirt, bra and panties until I was kneeling naked in front of you. While I was undressing you had opened up the toy bag and pulled out my collar and leash along with the nipple clamps.
You fastened the collar around my neck and played with the d-ring at the front making the metal pieces click - a noise you enjoy hearing. You atttached the clamps to my nipples then the leash to my collar. One word "Stay" before you walked towards the door leaving me kneeling naked behind your desk. You pulled the door open slightly and told your assistant that this afternoon would be the best time to make the bank deposit and pick up the list of supplies you had given her earlier. You waited until she had left before telling me to move to the center of the room. You told me to lower my shoulder to the ground and keep my ass in the air with my knees spread. I felt your hands, warm on my chilled skin, tracing my spine then cupping my bottom followed by a quick succession of smacks to my bottom with each smack getting progressively harder leaving bright red hand prints on my white skin. I could hear you walk away but couldn't see what you were doing. A moment later you told me to rise up to my knees and clasp my hands behind my back. Once I was in place you snapped the ball gag into place and then added the blindfold. A slight push to the back of my head was the only indication that I was to return my shoulders and cheek to the carpet.
I could hear you walking around but was able to tell what else was happening until I heard the swish of your belt and felt the sting of it on my ass. I gasped around the gag and you warned me to be quiet or the people next door might hear. I swallowed hard and nodded to show my understanding. A moment later I was trying my best to remain quiet and still as you landed four more blows with your belt. You allowed me a moment to catch my breathe before telling me "this was just a warm up, cunt. the whip is next." The moment I heard the word whip my head started shaking no. All I could remember was the welts from the first time you had used it on me. You allowed me to kneel and soothed me by reminding me of how I had taken it for you before and how much I enjoyed wearing your marks for days afterwards. You settled me back into place and then made me wait for what seemed like forever before the first lash strike. My eyes filled with tears at the first strike. By the third I was sobbing. By the tenth, five vertical lines adorning each cheek, I was shifting from side to side, crying, trying to move out of the way but not able to avoid the final two strikes. You came to stand in front of me and helped me to my knees. You lifted the blindfold from my eyes and commented on the mascara tracks running down my cheeks. Your hands were gentle as you traced the path of my tears. Eyes locked on yours I was focused on your words not your hands. My head was full of "good girls" and "you made Daddy proud" until I realized you had removed the clamps from my nipples. One hand on my head pushed me back into position and as I tried to catch my breathe I heard the rustle of your pants coming off. Your cunt clenched again, reminding me of the wetness trailing down my thighs as I hoped you'd fuck your cunt. As I was day dreaming about your cock filling me I didn't hear the swish of your belt cutting through the air. The feel of the belt striking my tender bottom brought me out of dreamland and right back to the middle of your office floor. Another strike landed, quickly followed by more - too many and too fast for me to count. Only when I was sobbing and squirming to move away did you stop. Dropping your belt beside me you knelt and grabbed my hips pulling me back towards you. "Don't move."
You thrust two fingers into your cunt and twisted them. I pushed my hips back against your hand trying to get off but you smacked my bottom with your other hand reminding me not to move. Once your fingers were covered in my juices you pushed them into my bottom to open me up for your cock. You told me to reach behind to spread my ass open for Daddy's cock. Taking a deep breathe I did. The moment my hands were in place your cock was pushing into me. Hard, insistant, fast and deep. I cried out from behind my gag earning another series of quick smacks to my bottom but not a reprieve. Your strokes were hard and deep. Each time I thought I'd caught my breathe you fuck it right out of me. The heat of the spanking paired with the burn of your cock in my bottom brought me to tears once again. Tears you enjoyed.
As you fucked my bottom you reminded me that every one of my holes belonged to you and that I was yours to use as you wanted...that only a cunt would leave work to get whipped and fucked in the ass by their Daddy. As you were about to cum you reached around to pinch my clit. That combined with the pressure on my nipples and your words made me cum as you shot your cum deep inside your cunt's ass.
You left me sprawled on your office floor as you cleaned yourself up and redressed. Once you were back in order you filled my bowl with a drink and set it beside your office door. You came back, removed the gag from my mouth and lead me on the leash to my drinking bowl. Your hand pushed my head towards the bowl and you told me to drink up and then crawl to you once done. I lapped at the drink in my bowl until I couldn't take another sip. Slowly , I turned and crawled back across your office, my leash trailing behind me, stopping once I had reached your side. I stayed on my hands and knees until you told me to stand. Standing I looked to you for additional instructions. Part of me hoping you planned on using me again and again before sending me home and another part hoping you'd send me home so that your assistant didn't walk in on us. Waving your hand towards your desk you told me clear off the right side of your desk. I moved your belongings to the filing cabinet and then returned to kneel beside you. Taking my hand in yours you told me to stand. You told me to turn facing the door and then lean over the desk. You had me stretch out across your desk then cuffed my ankles and wrists to the bottom of the desk. The position left me vulnerable - I couldn't move if I wanted too and my welted bottom and wet cunt was inches from your hands and cock.
You left me there, spread open and sprawled across your desk, for the rest of the afternoon. When the mood struck you you'd take a break from your research and spank me with your hand, belt or whip or shove your fingers into your cunt whenever the mood to do so struck you. Each time you shoved your fingers into your cunt you would remind me that soon your fist would fit into your cunt before making me cum then you'd go back to work as though I weren't there.
My body was stretched and sore from being held in the same position for hours, my ass was tender from the beating you had given it and the rough fucking it had received before you allowed me up off the desk to get another drink form my bowl. Physically tired, I slowly crawled to my bowl and drank as much as I could before you told me to return to your side. Swiveling your chair towards me you pulled me up by my pigtails. Balancing on my knees with my head pulled towards your lap I looked up at you to see what you had in mind.
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Killing some time before going to a friend's first gallery show. |
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I'm not sure why it still surprises me but it does. |
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Fun weekend ahead with some girls I've known since elementary school with an 80's theme. Hello crimped hair, feathered bangs, Molly Ringwald movies, "like a virgin" era Madonna - here we come. |
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So not motivated to work today. |
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Having some difficulties with a homework assignment. Ugh... |
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Watching bright lights though my living room window. My neighbor was screaming at her husband, not an unusual occurence, but tonight she ended up chasing him down the street with a knife in her hand. Some of the cop cars are still parked in front of my house. So much for an early night. |
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In hindsight, multiple shots on a Thursday night wasn't the wisest decision I could have made but it did lead to a fun night. Spending the morning at Sea World hungover was not so fun. |
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It's been kind of a blah day. |
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As anticipated disc golf isn't my forte but had a lot of fun. |
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Sand castle competition and parasailing...not a bad way to kick off my vacation. Looking forward to the next adventure. |
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Making some changes on the job front. |
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If you feel that common courtesy or basic human decency is beneath you...please move along. |
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Started my vacation a little sooner than planned...took off early and enjoyed a spa day with some girlfriends. |
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Disc golf...how do I get my uncoordinated self into these things? |
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Thank you for the birthday wishes and birthday spanking offers. |
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Wearing my domesticated hat today. Doing dinner for twenty. It's gonna be a fun night. |
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Margaritas, friends and Family Guy marathon. Not a bad way to kick off the week. |
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Oh IKEA, you tempted me with your clean lines and inexpensive shelving units...how you frustrate me with your necessary wall anchors. |
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I can almost taste vacation...days and nights free of work meetings and house/kid/pet sitting. Can't wait! |
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Until a month ago I'd never gotten any "Ghana/scammer" type of emails - now my mailbox is full of them. My block button has gotten quite a work out. |
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Saturday, Part 1
Saturday morning I woke up early, horny, dying to cum but knowing you hadn't given me permission yet. I checked my phone. No missed calls or texts. I knew it would be a long day with me squirming for relief. I looked longingly at the box that held the toys you had approved of. Groaning I headed to the shower to get ready for my day hoping you'd take pity on me and allow me to cum soon. After my shower I did my regular Saturday chores - cleaning, laundry, groceries - all with one eye on my phone waiting to hear from you. By that afternoon I needed something to keep my mind off my empty cunt and made plans to go out to lunch with friends. After lunch we ended up doing some shopping and then went to to a movie. It was dark when I returned home and still no word from you.
After feeding the pets I settled onto the couch with a book and a glass of wine. My phone within easy reach. All day I had jumped for each text and call hoping it was you. About halfway through my book my phone rang and I answered without checking the caller id first. To my surprise I heard your voice on the other end. I had given up hope of hearing from you and being able to cum that day. You startled me once again. "You haven't come yet, have you cunt?"
"No, Daddy, I haven't."
You had remembered that my roommate would be gone that weekend and your instructions were based on that. "Good girl. Please me tonight and you may be allowed to cum. Would you like that, cunt?"
"Yes, Daddy I want to please you."
You chuckled answering, "You want to cum. Go ahead and admit it."
I blushed even though nobody was there to see or hear my answer other than you. "Yes, Daddy I do want to cum but I want to please you more."
"Good answer. I will come over tonight. You will be ready for me at 9 pm. You are to place your house key under the the mat at your front door, lock your door and go to your bedroom. Lay out the toys beside your bed, climb onto your bed and wait in position for me wearing your collar, leash and blindfold. You are to stay there until I tell you otherwise. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy."
At 8 o'clock I jumped into the shower to freshen up for you, stripped the comforter from my bed and laid out the toys as specified. At a quarter to 9 I placed the key under the mat, put the dog outside and headed to my bedroom to get into place.
Once the blindfold was on the time seemed to drag by slowly. Each noise made me want to look around to see what caused it. My knees were starting to ache and my shoulders were beginning to tire when I finally felt your hand on my cheek turning my face towards you. I nuzzled into your hand, excited to be with you again. Your other hand dipped between my legs your fingers tracing my slit, feeling my wetness. You brought your fingers to my lips and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked your fingers tasting myself on you. Once your fingers were cleaned you pulled them out of my mouth and tugged on the leash connected to my collar. "Daddy's going to take his little bitch for a walk." You helped me down from the bed and once safely on the ground you led me from my bedroom to the living room. Blindfolded, naked on all fours I was dependent on you to guide me there. Once in the middle of the living room you told me to kneel, hands behind my back, head back and then to wait. I heard noises coming from the kitchen and then felt you in front of me. You moved my body until I was back on my elbows and knees then slowly moved my hands to the bowl you had set in front of me. "Drink."
I lapped up the water from the bowl. Once I was done I lifted my head, returned to my kneeling posture and thanked you. I heard you move the bowl and then felt a tug on my leash. You led me back to my bedroom and positioned me bent over my bed. |
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A bruised cocyx does not fall into the good pain category.
*it was self inflicted by klutziness not a bad experience. |
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I'm not here to send you naked pictures or reenact items from my journal so please don't waste your time in asking. |
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Found a little mind candy:
http://scifiwire.com/2010/06/psychologists-determine-d.php |
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I don't understand the appeal of camping. Why would I want to pretend to be homeless?
I'm off to house sit for friends who despite their amazing home prefer to rough it in the wilds of a casino camp grounds.
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I was on my way home from the gym when I got your call on Thursday night. You were brief, telling me that you would be in town the following day and required a cock whore to service you. I started to ask why you referred to me as a cock whore instead of your little girl but you told me to be silent, listen and when you were done I would answer with a simple yes or no. No other options. Your tone, made me instantly wet, something you were aware of. My mouth was quiet while my mind raced as I listened to your directions. If I were to agree to service you I was to refer to you simply as "Sir" when asked a question or given permission to speak, when I arrived at your hotel I would be dressed in a short skirt, a top that showed of my tits, bra and stalkings and garter, and high heels with the butt plug already inserted. I was allowed to carry a purse with lube and a gag...no jacket, no panties allowed. You told me to arrive at 10 pm and walk through the hotel lobby to your room instead of the outer passageway so that everyone would see me on my way to servicing you like the cock whore you called me. When I was outside your door I was to knock, remove the gag from my purse and place it in my mouth while waiting for you to let me in. Once the door was opened I was to drop to my hands and knees and crawl into your room. At no time was I allowed to pull my skirt down if it rode up. I was to be open and ready for your use once I arrived at the hotel. You took a moment to let your instructions sink in and asked, "Yes or no?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll text you with the hotel address and room number tomorrow night at 9 pm." your tone didn't reveal any of your thoughts about my acceptance and you ended the call without saying anything else.
My heart was racing faster than the hour long cardio class I had finished earlier that night and kept racing as I called a day spa to make an appointment for a brazilian the following afternoon and then went through my closet to put together an outfit you would find pleasing. I opened and washed the new butt plug I had bought before our last play date, you hadn't seen it yet as life got in the way of that play date. I thought you would be both surprised and pleased because you knew I wasn't crazy about using plugs but had gotten another one that was a little bigger and a different shape. Just looking at it made me nervous for walking through the lobby without any panties on. I inserted the new plug into my ass, grabbed a pair of heels and practiced walking through my house with the new plug in place.
My phone rang again and I smiled when I saw your name on the caller ID. "Hi, I'm really excited about seeing you tomorrow night."
"You'll be servicing me tomorrow night, not seeing me. I only called to tell you that you are not allowed to cum or play with your cunt unless I say so. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." You hung up when you heard my acceptance. I was left tossing and turning waiting for the following night. The next day at work was tortuous. The clocked ticked down minutes that felt like hours. I barely got any work thinking of all the possibilities of what you had planned. Right after work I headed to the day spa for the brazilian because you wanted me bare. I hated going, it wasn't the pain of the waxing itself but being naked in front of a stranger. I would have shaved but wanted to make sure I was perfectly smooth for you and knowing you only say what you mean I assumed you'd have me naked in front of another woman soon. You frequently mentioned wanting to see me with another woman and I looked at the waxing appointment as a way to get comfortable with another woman seeing my pussy.
I went home and took a long, hot shower getting cleaned up for you and making sure my body was ready for you. At nine my phone beeped with your address and room number. I slid the plug into my ass, dressed and grabbed my purse with the lube and gag in it. I arrived at the hotel 5 minutes before 10. Parked my car, slid my hand underneath me to double check the plug was stilly lodged firmly in my ass and to adjust my stalkings. It would have been easy to play with my clit but I knew that would be more trouble than it was worth.
The walk across the dark parking lot and through the brightly lit hotel lobby was nerve-wracking. With each step I could feel the plug shift within me. I walked carefully, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone on the way to the elevator. It felt like everyone employee there and the people chatting in the bar knew I was plugged and on my way to be used.
In the elevator I leaned against the back wall trying to catch my breathe. Your tone had been distant during your brief phone call the night before. You'd been strict, firm, even demanding before but your tone had never been distant before. The sign pointed the way to your room. Taking a deep breathe I knocked on your door before placing the ball gag in my mouth. It took you forever to open the door. As soon as I saw the door opening I dropped to my knees, placed my purse inside the door and scurried in as quickly as I could move on all fours. You left the door open longer than necessary. I wasn't sure if it was to embarrass me or if you just didn't care who saw a girl on all fours wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass. You told me to stop when I reached the center of the room. Then told me to kneel with my knees spread as far apart as the skirt would allow. Once I was in place you told me to remove my top and bra. With my back to you and the door I folded my shirt and put it on the dresser next to me. I put my hands behind me to undo my bra but hesitated when I felt a breeze from the open door. You noticed my hesitation and said "If you aren't here to service me get dressed and leave now."
My body tensed at the thought of leaving. Taking a deep breathe I unhooked my bra and placed it on the dresser with my shirt. I was expecting a good girl, for the door to shut and for you to pet my head in approval. Instead your tone remained distant and the door remained open as you instructed me to lift my skirt to my waist and then lean down to the place my cheek to the ground with my hands clasped behind my back.
Once I was exposed completely you closed the door and came to stand behind me. You pulled the plug out and then shoved it back in roughly a few times but didn't comment on the plug being different. You were silent as you fucked my ass with the plug, stopping every once in awhile to smack my ass before resuming the rough push-pull of the plug. The whole time my cunt was so wet and empty that I wanted to pull off the gag and ask, beg you to put your hands on me...to let me play with my cunt and cum for you.
When you tired of fucking my ass with the plug you moved to stand in front of me. You told me to get up on my knees, tilt my head back and close my eyes. I could hear the rasp on your zipper as you pulled your cock out of your pants. A moment later your hands pulled the gag from my mouth letting it fall to my chest. You told me to keep my hands behind my back while I sucked you hard. My mouth watered at your command. I love tasting your cock, feeling your cock harden inside my mouth and taking you in as deep as I can. As I sucked your cock you fisted your hands in my hair and fucked my mouth roughly. You pulled my head off your cock, pushed the gag back into place and told me to move to the center of the bed with my cheek to the mattress, ass high, legs spread and hands back behind my back. Once I was in position you bound my hands behind my back before removing the plug from my ass. I heard the cap of the lube open and then felt the cold lube being drizzled into me. Your fingers pushed more lube inside preparing me for your cock. Without another word I felt your hand at my hip the other guiding your cock inside my ass. You started slow and easy until my ass was opened to you and then began fucking me hard with deep, rough strokes that didn't give me time to catch my breathe. The burn lasted forever yet ended too soon. You came deep inside my ass. Then left me there on the bed.
I could hear the shower come on and the swish of the shower curtain moving. With my hands still bound behind me, my cunt achingly empty and my ass wet with lube and your cum, I managed to lay on my side to wait for your next command. I closed my eyes and must have dozed off because I woke to you untying my hands. Once free I rubbed my arms trying to loosen them up. I turned from my side to my back tracking your movements with my eyes. I waited for you to tell me to remove the gag or take it off yourself but your words shocked me. "Don't get comfortable," you said " Cock whores don't stay the night. They come to be used and then leave. You can use the bathroom to clean up before you leave." With that you turned to finish dressing. I got off the bed slowly and walked to the bathroom with my skirt still at my waist. I cleaned up quickly and then came out to put my stuff back in my purse. You looked over and saw the plug in my hand. "Leave the same way you came with your ass stuffed with plastic." You took the lube out of my purse and with a hand on my back bent me over the bed positioning me to receive the plug once more. I whimpered when you inserted it with minimal lube. My ass still burned from your rough fucking. Once it was inserted fully you told me it was time to go.
I walked out of the room in a daze. The walk to my car, the drive home, even as I showered and changed into cozy, flannel pajamas I kept waiting for my phone to ring. To hear your voice telling me to come back or that I had passed some kind of test. But you didn't call. It wasn't until I got out my vibrator that I realized you had never given me permission to cum. I went to bed sore and needy, desperately waiting for your next call. |
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so far the trip has been both harder and easier than anticipated. tomorrow is the big day...dreading the presentation i have to give. afterwards i have a free afternoon and i'm looking forward to catching up with my friend Janelle. |
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packing for seattle...fun week ahead. |
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Exciting weekend ahead - thrill rides, bbq's and a special ceremony for the military men, past and current, in the family.
If you are looking for a way to help:
http://www.opgratitude.com/howtohelp.php?page=individual |
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Last week seemed to be full of surprises and embarrassment...I got to spend some quality time with Daddy Tuesday night which led to my Wednesday morning run-in with the cleaning lady as she was emptying the trash can full of bright red bondage tape and the lace panties Daddy had taken off me with scissors. Her response was barely controlled laughter after seeing my deer in the headlights freeze and furious blushing.
Friday evening I checked into a beautiful hotel with a couple of girlfriends in San Francisco. M, a friend who is more prude than woman, asked if she could use my perfume. I told her it was still in my suitcase, completely forgetting that when I had repacked my carryon I hadn't taken everything out of it from my trip to see Daddy. In comes M carrying my toy bag instead of my toiletries bag. Before I could tell her she had the wrong bag it was completely open on the bathroom counter with two rolls of bondage tape and a ziploc full of clothespins for all to see, everything else was in black holders. She turned red. I turned redder before saying "I can't believe I forgot to take my Slumber Parties game stuff out of there!" But it was a miserable attempt at a lie and we both knew it.
It could've been worse...I could have been left trying to explain my collar and leash but I haven't turned that red in a long, long time and M still won't make eye contact. |
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There are some days that remind you to be grateful for all that you have and to hold those you care for tight. Today was one of those days. |
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Change of scene, change of mood. At the airport waiting for takeoff. |
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I know, I know...I haven't been writing. Sorry no new stories. I was enjoying the experience more than writing. But getting ready for a last minute girls trip to San Fran - who knows what will spark the imagination? :) |
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Metal bleachers and welts - not a fun combo this afternoon. |
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Tasting Daddy in the morning the best way to start the day. |
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Vegas...just what I needed. Can't believe it's time to leave. |
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Looking forward to a fun and frivolous weekend after 6 weeks of nonstop go, go, going. |
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Long couple of weeks coming up ahead...March madness in full effect. |
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I don't see either side of the D/s equation as being inherently better than the other. I see the roles as complementary pairs. |
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I felt like a ping pong ball this weekend...bouncing all over the place without getting much done. Debating playing hooky.
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Doms, Daddies and Masters...
subs, slaves and wenches...oh my!
Made for a very interesting, and unexpected, night. ;) |
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Why is it that once you are denied something it's all you want/think about? |
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An interesting day...filled with interesting conversations and interesting encounters. Not what I had thought it would be but enjoyable nonetheless. |
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Weekend without Daddy...:(
new personal definition of torture = 4 birthday parties in 3 days. |
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Going to see Daddy...yay! |
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Survived the flu...feeling well enough to get myself into a little trouble.
Happy New Year! |
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My body craves your touch.
The sting of your belt, the soothing warmth of your hands.
My eyes yearn to stare into yours. To watch them smile at me and then turn darker with purpose.
My ears hunger to hear your voice - intense as you ask me what I am and indulgent when you tell me I'm being a good girl.
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My Vegas trip was cancelled. :( |
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Today was like being wrapped in a cocoon. All day, walls to hold me inside and orders tostay put. It was as though the real world quit existing for the day.
Thank you for giving me an experience I never would have dreamed up on my own. |
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Friday Night
I was sitting at my desk trying to be productive but really just wtching the clock when your text came in. All day my mind had been on the welts you left on my tender bottom the night before. Seeing your name on my phone made me smile. Reading your text gave me something new to think about.
"I will pick you up at 6 pm. You will be wearing a skirt, tank top, sweater/light jacket and shoes. Nothing else. Be ready."
The rest of the afternoon dragged by unbearably slowly. I kept reading and rereading your text hoping to gain some insight on what your plan was. But as always I would be in the dark until you enlightened me.
Once at home I rushed through a quick shower while trying to figure out the right outfit. I decided on a purple skirt you had complimented me on before, a black tank top and sweater set and a pair of black slingbacks. Light make up and a quick brush of my hair meant I was ready 5 minutes before you were scheduled to pick me up. Just enough time for the nerves to settle in. You'd think by now the nerves would be gone and all that would remain was excitement but new experiences always brings about a few butterflies.
You called right before you rounded the corner telling me to be waiting outside for you and that I was to get in the car without speaking unless being given permission. You waited until I said I understood before hanging up. As I locked the front door I heard your car pull into the drive. Once I was inside the car you grabbed my head and brought it to yours for a hello kiss. The feel of your hands in my hair, the firm tugs positioning my head for your enjoyment excited me but then you knew it would. I sat back in my seat as you started to back out of the drive only to discover the seat was reclined almost flat. I tried to sit up but your hand pushed me back down as you told me to lift my skirt to show I didn't have anything else on. Nervously I tried to look around for neighbors and raised my skirt so that you could view your pussy. Your hand pulled my left knee towards the center console as you told me to keep my legs open. While stuck at a red light you brought your hand down on your pussy rapidly spanking it.
Your eyes and voice were stern as you stated, "Next time I tell you to lift your skirt you do it. No hesitation. Nod if you understand."
I nodded.
Your hand came up to cup my cheek. I rubbed against it. Partially to make wordless amends but mostly because I couldn't get enough of your hands on me even if it's just your hand on my face. As the light turned green you told me to make your pussy wet. I wished I could tell you it already was but understood you wanted to see me touching myself. I brought my right hand to my pussy and slowly circled my clit. I closed my eyes to imagine being in a bed rather than in your car on a busy street. You noticed my closed eyes and tapped me on the nose. "Eyes open and on Daddy. Don't look anywhere else and don't close your eyes again."
My eyes locked on your face as you turned your attention back to the road. At the next red light I pushed two fingers inside. Your hand came over mine adjusting my pace from leisurely to rapid. I moaned as your fingers flicked against my clit. Your eyes met mine as you said, "We're about five minutes from our destination. I want you to cum for me before then." You chuckled as you heard my groan because I was still learning to cum on your command. Your hand slid down the front of my top to pinch my nipples. I moved my fingers deeper and faster - in and out. You rolled my nipple between your fingers as my pushed my fingers deep into your cunt. I came as you brought the car to a stop.
"Good girl." You brought my hand to your mouth and licked my fingers clean. As you sucked my fingers you reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket. Without saying a word you brought my hand from your mouth back down to my cunt and then covered my lap with the blanket. You rolled down the window and I blushed but didn't look away from your face. I watched as you handed the attendant the admittance fee and as you pulled forward I realized we were at the drive-in. |
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Yesterday I was reminded that life is too short not be to living the life you want and that it's the journey, not the destination, that is most important. |
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Indulgent weekend is off to a great start. Love long weekends! |
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True torture...having a coworker at the desk next to yours that sings "it's a small world" over and over and over and over. |
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Waiting for the repair man. Why can't anyone commit to showing up and fixing something in anything less than 4 hour blocks of time? Thankfully the AC waited to die on a breezy day and not last weekend when it was way too hot. |
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Vegas down...Seattle and Alaska coming up soon. Hopefully able to squeeze a weekend in Washington DC in between. |
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A friend and I were talking about our inner whores...the part the good girl in us was always afraid to unleash and whether or not it would be easy to reign in once let go. In some ways I've loosened the ties but each time I do I see myself needing more. I don't think it can be pulled back in, managed, but not returned to it's original state.
I think this post needs a little clarification...this was kind of a "note to self" to remind me about an interesting conversation and rethink my positioning on this. I appreciate the responses and other viewpoints given to me, by both Doms and subs, as a result of posting on incomplete thought.
So for clarification purposes my use of the term "inner whore" is the phrase a good friend and I use when we're talking about doing something we normally wouldn't do.
I've always focused on the end result of things rather than the process it takes to get there...if I were to "play" with someone I would have to make sure all kinds of parameters (of my own making) were well in place before even thinking or agreeing to meet someone instead of allowing things to develop organically - or as organically as they can based on the fact that most interactions were began over a keyboard - So I've been working on the letting go...allowing the part of me that typically locked up so nice and tight that sometimes I could pretend it wasn't there. But I've found, as I've learned to let go bit by bit, that letting my "inner whore" out to play brings more awareness of my self and my submissivity (not sure that's a real word or spelled correctly) and isn't necessarily a bad thing. But once I've experienced that taste it leaves me wanting more...so it's a question of learning how to balance everything out and not go overboard with things.
Not sure if that helped those who read my posts but it makes sense in my head which is really all that matters. ;) |
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Loving and enjoying life - feeling fulfilled and challenged. |
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Vegas in 3 weeks and then Seattle the first week of September. I love summer vacations. :) |
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Home after a long weekend away. I had an amazing time and enjoyed myself immensely but there's something comforting about knowing I'll be sleeping in my own bed. Now, if only I didn't have to unpack. |
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The Night Before the Fair
Summer came under the haze of June Gloom and an increased work load for the both of us. It felt like it had been forever since we'd been able to spend any time together - both of us had been working 80+ hours a week and we'd barely had time for a nightly phone call to say quick hellos and I miss you groans. The start of the fair seemed like a cue to blow off some steam. We both liked the atmosphere, eyeballing crazy food concoctions without bringing ourselves to try bacon covered in chocolate, having a drink while watching local bands play and jumping on a couple of crazy rides. We both arranged to take Friday off work and enjoy a long weekend to relax and unwind.
Thursday night I arrived at your right after work. I kicked my heels off and hung up my coat in the closet and dropped my briefcase in your office before finding you in the kitchen. You kissed me hello giving my hair a playful tug and we discussed our day for a few minutes. You pointed to a pile of vegetables and a cutting board on the counter across from you and told me to start chopping. I turned to walk to the counter but you stopped me with a hand on my arm. "You aren't properly dressed for your chore yet, slut." Reaching down you opened a drawer and withdrew a set of handcuffs we hadn't used before. "Give me your hands."
Cheeks pink but smiling I raised held out my hands towards you. Both of us needed this release but with the stress of the last few weks I han't anticipated this tonight. You snugged the steel cuffs tightly against mr wrists. The sensation cold, tight feeling on my wrists was new but welcomed. Once again you pointed towards the counter and this time your only comment was "Go."
I stood at the counter and picked up the knife as I tried to figure out how far I could reach and when I would need to move both hands. The chopping part turned out to be the easiest. It took me twice as long as it normally would have to peel and slice the cucumbers and carrots, chop the bell peppers and tear the lettuce.
You had made a marinade and tossed the meat in it while I was chopping. Once we were both done you put the prepared food in the refregerator and told me to wash my hands and then meet you in the play room.
I washed my hands quickly and headed down the hallyway to the playroom. Stopping in the doorway I sank to my knees and lowered my eyes to the ground in front of me waiting for you to allow me entrance to your domain. Normally my hands would be clasped behind my back but since you had not removed the cuffs yet I rested my hands palms down against my thighs. I could hear you moving things. Opening drawers and shutting them but with my eyes lowered was unable to see what you were preparing. The increasing sound of your footsteps alerted me to your heading towards me.
"Raise your hands to me, slut." I lifted my hands towards you and felt you unlock the steel cuffs from my wrists.
"Remove your clothes, slut. Then return to this position." I quickly removed my top and bra and then stood to remove my jeans and panties. Once nude I returned to kneeling on the floor with my hands outstretched towards you. To my delight the steel handcuffs were replaced by padded wrist cuffs that hadn't been locked together yet.
"Lift your hair, slut." I gather my long hair high on the back of my head and you placed a collar around my neck.
"Move five steps in to the room, slut." Still on my knees I placed my hand behind my back and then took 5 "steps" into the room never raising my eyes off the ground in front of me. You stepped behind me and I could feel you kneel behind me. You placed ankle cuffs on me and then locked them together. I heard you walk away and when you came back felt you attach a leash to my collar. You hadn't leashed me before and while you had mentioned it a time or two I was surpsrised and unsure of what to expect. "Drop to all fours slut and move to the bench."
I bent forward to lan on my hands but your leash stopped my movement forward. Just enough pressure to remind me the leash was there but not enough to hurt. You eased the leash and I was able to rest the palms of my hands on the wooden floor. Moving my hands was easy enough but my looked ankles made forward progression slow. I inched forward as quickly as I could but didn't get very far before I felt your paddle strike my bottom. Each movement forwarded was heralded by your paddle. By the time I made it across the room to the bench I was breathless and as you told me my cheeks, on both ends, were bright red.
You told me to lean over the bench and then connected my wrist cuffs to a pole underneath the bench leaving my arms outstretched. You unclipped the leash from my collar and ran your hand over my head, ruffling my hair. "Good girl, slut." You ran your hand through my hair and down my back to my bottom then trailed your fingers down between my legs. One finger pushed into my pussy and you chuckled. "Someone liked being on a leash. You are already leaking and nothing has happened yet, slut. Are you in for a treat."
You walked away and left me there. When you came back you lifted my head by pulling my hair back. It wasn't comfortable but wasn't unpleasant either. The most difficult part was keeping my gaze lowered. "Earlier tonight you were 5 minutes late in calling me to check in. Remember that slut?"
I gave a slight nod, moving my head as far up and down as your grip in my hair would let me.
"Do you remember the punishment for being late slut?"
Again, I nodded as best I could. Your hand tightened in my hair.
"Before you got here I checked my calendar to see how many times you've been late in calling to check in."
I was required to check in with Daddy every day at 5:00 pm with a phone call, or if for some reason I couldn't speak on the phone, by text message or IM. Each time I missed my five o'clock curfew I earned 5 swats for being not behaving and an additional swat for each minute my contacting Daddy was past due. That afternon I had been held up at a meeting and was 8 minutes late in calling to check in and had earned 13 swats as my punishment Normally I wouldn't have been worried about how many swats I had earned...I was rarely late and by receiving my punishment I was able to apologize for not putting Daddy first and make amends. But it had been a month since Daddy had checked his calendar and this month it had been difficult to stay in contact.
"Would you like to hear how many swats you have earned tonight, slut?"
Again I nooded as best I could while keeping my eyes lowered.
"128, slut. 128 swats slut."
My jaw dropped. 128 was a lot. You had never given me more than 30 or 40 swats in a day before but then it hadn't been a month between correction days either. Taking a deep breathe I closed my mouth and focused on the feel of your hand in my hair and the sound of your voice as you described how disappointed your were in my requiring 88 swats but knew I would be able to take them all.
You started out with the paddle moving it to strike my bare bottom swiftly. When you tired of the paddle you moved on to your favorite flogger. Each strike building on the heat of the previous ones. You didn't count each swat aloud - just the milestone ones - 10, 25, 50, 60, 75. At 75 you stopped rubbed your hands gently over my reddened cheeks and thighs, brought me water and wiped the tears from my eyes. After drinking the water you released the connector between my ankle cuffs and then released my wrist cuffs from the bar the ran beneath the bench. You told me to stand and stretch while massaging my arms with your hands. After giving me another drink of water you told me to return to the bench but this time you had me lay down with my back and tender bottom against the bench. You secured my hands above my head and added thigh cuffs on me. Once you had placed the additional cuffs you pushed my legs open wider and attached a spreader bar to the thigh cuffs.
You came to stand by my head and gave me a wicked grin. "I've decided to let your ass rest for awhile." Holding up a crop you brought it down lightly between my legs. in one hand you held out a blindofld and instructed, "Blink twice if you prefer not to see the crop coming." I blinked twice relieved I wouldn't be able to move my head and eyes to see where your crop would strike next. You had used the crop on my breasts and pussy before but only a swat here and there you hadn't positioned me for a lengthy cropping before. You lifted my head slgihtly to secure the blindfold and then kissed the top of my head.
The next strike landed on the underside of my left breast, then the top of my right, three in rapid succession hit my pussy. On and on the stikes came not missing an inch of flesh that you desired to strike. The sting left by the crop cause my pussy to begin to swell, turned my breasts a glowing red, stiffened my nipples and had my cream running down my thighs into a puddle on the bench beneath me. Tears leaked out of my eyes, sweat covered my body and I gasped for breath.
You paused and released me from my restraints, gave me more water and ran comforting hands over my body while softly murmuring in my ear how proud you were of me, how well I was taking my punishment and reminding me there were only 20 swats left. After soothing me a little more you repositioned me once more. This time only my belling rested against the bench, once again my arms were outstretched and cuff to the bottom of the bench and you left the thigh cuffs, spreader bar and blindofld in place. You pulled my head up and back forcefully enough to cause me to arch my back. "Stay just like that slut. Don't move out of this position or you'll earn additional swats to be administered tonight."
I held the position as best and waited for the next strike. You had moved on to the cane. Ten stripes of the cane across my bottom and then you moved back to the paddle you had started with. This time you counted down the last ten strokes drawing out the time between strokes a little longer each time until I wished you had given me permission to speak so that I could beg you to finish it. Finally you landed the last stroke across my bottom and I cried in relief. I felt your hands in my hair and you removed the blindfold. Once again you pressed another kiss to the top of my head and brushed tears from my eyes. As you released me from the cuffs you murmured words of praise for how well I had done and then held me as I cried.
Once I had stopped crying you told me to stay on the bench for a few minutes and you'd be rigtht back. I lay on my side on the bench as you left the playroom. From a distance I could hear water running and realized you were running a bath for me.
You came back to the playroom and led me to the bathroom. Told me to soak in the water while you were grilling our dinner. You came back into the bathroom as the water was cooling. Helped me out of the tub, patted me dry and then rubbed a soothing cream all over my body before handing me a soft night gown to put on before leading me to the dining room.
You told me to kneel next to your chair at the table. The night was catching up with me and exhaustion set in, I rested quietly as you finished preparing the meal. You brought your plate to the table and settled comyfortably into your chair. Halfway through your meal you fed me a few bites from your fork. After that you would give me a bite or two after every five bites of your own. Once you were full you finished feeding me from the leftovers on your plate. After dinner you told me to go to bed and you would be there shortly. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
In the middle of the night I woke up to your fingers pinching and twisting my tender nipples. I cried out in pain and you pinched harder. The pain swept the cobwebs from my mind. "Daddy how may I serve you?" I asked when your fingers released my nipples. In response to my question you pushed my head down off the pillow towards the end of your bed. "May I please suck your cock Daddy?"
I asked even as I was moving down the bed.
"Yes, slut, you may."
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In the blink of an eye the world is forever changed.
A piece of my heart goes with you, Chris. |
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Frustration is waiting all day for UPS to pick up a package. |
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So we book a cruise to Alaska and suddenly everyone I know is talking about Alaska. Weird and enjoyable. Can't wait to go. |
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I had taken the day off to run some errands. Knowing that I was out running around but had some free time you sent me a text telling me to meet you at 12:30 for lunch. I quickly replied back with a "See you at 12:30, Sir" and headed back home to prepare for our lunch date.
At home I changed out of my jeans into a skirt and top I knew you liked and added some heels. You worked in a conservative office and I didn't want people to think your girl was a slob. Remembering the time we'd met for coffee at the park a few blocks from your office and how we'd talked about having a picnic there someday I thought I would surprise you with a picnic lunch. It was a beautiful spring day, some time out doors would be refreshing plus we wouldn't have to rush to and from a local restaurant during the lunch rush.
I packed up lunch in a cooler - just sandwich fixings, some chips, lemonade and some leftover cake from last night's desert - and headed to your office, grabbed a throw blanket to spread out on the grass in case the tables were taken and your hat.
Despite traffic I made it to your office 10 minutes early. I left the cooler in the trunk and headed to the building. At the front desk the receptionist waved me back saying, "He's in his office. He's on a call but said to have you go on in."
Your office door was only open a crack and I could hear you on the phone. Stepping into the doorway I knocked quietly and popped my head around the corner. You muted your phone and told me to come in and shut the door behind me. I stepped into your office and quietly closed the door behind me as you began speaking to your coworker and headed to the chair closest to your desk. As I sat you shook your head and without a word pointing one finger to me and jerked it to a space to the right of you and behind your desk.
Rounding the corner of your desk you once again gestured to the ground in front of you as you continued your conversation. I pointed to my knees and then the floor and you nodded. I started to blush and quickly glanced towards your office window. What a relief to see the blinds had been closed! As I sank to my knees you angled your chair towards me. You gestured towards your pants and pulled your belt out of it's loop. Nervous, but aroused, I leaned closer to you and removed your belt, unbuttoned your pants, lowered your zipper and folded your pants back to allow your cock to spring free. Your lack of boxers told me you had planned on me servicing you at your office before you left in the morning.
Leaning over I took your cock in my hand slowly stroking you as your continued your call. Impatient you grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth down onto your cock. As your cock filled my mouth my free hand moved to your balls. Alternately squeezed and stroked your balls as I sucked your cock. As I sucked and caressed your cock you ended your call. Once you had hung up your phone you finally spoke to me. "Suck me harder, slut. When I come don't miss a drop."
You leaned back comfortably in your chair and watched me work on your cock and settled into the rhythm you had taught me. One hand fondling your balls with the other at the base of your cock alternately squeezing and stroking as my mouth worked up and down. Tasting your cum I released my hand at the base of your cock and started taking your deeper, holding your cock at the back of my throat longer and longer until you came in my mouth. Swallowing every drop I looked back up at you still kneeling at your feet.
You handed me a small towel from your desk drawer and motioned for me to clean you and myself up. Slowly, gently I dried your cock and then fixed your pants. Once you were taken care of I wiped my face, returned the towel to you and assumed the slave position you had taught me. Kneeling facing you, head lowered, my gaze lowered to your legs and feet, arms bent behind my back, with my hands clasped.
Your phone rang again. Without a word to me you took the call leaving me on my knees in your office. I tried not to worry that someone would come in. People were always running in and out of your office with paperwork, asking for advice on something or just to have a few minutes of relaxation before getting back to the daily grind. Your tone told me that you were interested in whatever the caller had to say. Soon you were so involved in your conversation I began to wonder if you had forgotten about me.
I stayed in position through 3 more calls, each more involved than the last, desperately wanting to move, to be able to get up and speak to you. I wanted to tell you how much I loved your taste and thank you for having me over for lunch. Servicing you in your office had been a fantasy of mine but I hadn't said anything because I was scared of being caught. I was still scared of having a coworker walk in and see me kneeling behind your desk but the satisfaction of pleasing you, of doing as told, was stronger than my fear.
Finally you hung up the phone and acknowledged me. "Did you enjoy your lunch, slut?"
My eyes widened as I understood you hadn't wanted to go out to lunch but to have your cock sucked and that your cum was the only thing on the menu. Smiling and blushing a little I answered, "Yes, Sir, very much."
"Good, go home. I'll see you tonight."
I stood slowly and rubbed my knees realizing my skirt was short enough for everyone I passed by to see my reddened knees and the carpet indentations. Still behind your desk I remembered the cooler in my trunk. Hesitantly I mentioned our lunch plans, "Sir, when you told me to meet your here for lunch I packed a picnic lunch for us. I thought eating at the park down the street would be nicer than hurrying through a restaurant meal during the lunch rush."
"That was a good idea but I had lunch before you got here and you just had yours. It's supposed to be warm tonight. Why don't we eat that tonight for dinner at home? You can spread a blanket out in the backyard near the fire pit and neither of us will be on the lookout for bystanders. I have a late meeting so I won't be home until 7:30. Have the fire lit and the picnic set up for then. On my way home I will give you a list of the items I'd like to have set up waiting for my arrival and what you should be wearing. Now go, I have a lot of work to do."
Walking back to my car, my reddened knees a brief moment of embarrassment as I strolled through your office building, I relived each moment. Thankful you had found me and taught me to relish each moment of servitude. I thought about how much I had changed. The idea that I would find pleasure in sexually pleasing a man and never being touched in return would never have crossed my mind. It would never have occurred to me that being used and performing for your pleasure would arouse me the way that it did. What a long way I have come with your help.
Once in my car I sent you a quick text, "Thank you for making me the woman I am today. I have never felt as free, whole and safe with anyone as I do with you" and then shivered with anticipation of the coming night. |
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2 weeks until DC. I can't wait! |
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Dinner Party -
My hand reached out to smooth the linen table cloth one more time. Nervously I checked the clock...a quarter til 7:00. It's our first dinner party and you had promised to be home by 6:00 to allow for time to get ready and double check that things were set up to your standards but the project you've been working on was making you run late. I was nervous and couldn't stay still, flitting from one room to the next to make sure everything was ready. Moving the centerpiece an inch to the left and then bringing it back to the right, straightening the flatware on the table and rearranging the flowers on their vase. Normally, I wouldn't be nervous but your coworkers were on their way and instead of a casual summer BBQ we were having a sit down dinner party for 4 of your coworkers and their wives and I wanted everything to be perfect.
Glancing at the clock again I saw that only one minute had passed even though it had felt like ten. Checking on the food I decided this would be the best time to freshen up and change my clothes. Once in the bathroom I took a quick shower and after drying off applied my make up and touched up my hair. Dressing was problematic. You had selected a dress and shoes for me to wear earlier that morning but you had said that since we were having company over I would be allowed to wear panties in your home while they were here. I tried to call you to ask if it was all right to put my panties on now instead of later but got your voicemail. I left a quick message asking you to call when you had a minute. After a few minutes I decided to put my panties on because You had given me permission to wear them earlier in the day.
Panties on, lipstick refreshed I headed back to the kitchen to check on the food warming in the oven and to make sure the bar was fully stocked. While rechecking the food I heard the garage door open and a moment later the sound of your car pulling into the garage. Happy and relieved that you had made it home before the guests started arriving I rushed to the door. As you walked in you handed me your briefcase to put away. Once your hands were free you grabbed my face and brought me in for a hello kiss. As you deepened the kiss your hands caressed my body with pinching my nipples and pulling my hips closer to your body. Groaning you start to pull away and tell me that you will finish with me later. Then you tell me to go put your briefcase away and fix you a drink while you take a quick shower and change and that once I have left your drink on the bathroom counter I am to put my panties on.
For a split second my mind jumps from "uh-oh, i have to tell" to "i'll just pretend that i put them on while he was in the shower" and then back again. "Sir, I must tell you that I put my panties on a few minutes ago when I was dressing. I thought that since you said I was allowed to wear them that you meant when I dressed for this evening not when you came home. I am very sorry Sir."
You stare at me for a minute giving me that look that see right through me and I try not to squirm but I know that I have displeased you and should have waited for you to tell me it was okay. "Did you think I couldn't feel your panty line through the fabric of your dress, slut?"
"I-I didn't realize you felt the line Sir. I am very sorry for disappointing you, Sir." I hung my head in shame as I realized that you were testing me when you told me I could put my panties on after delivering your drink. The fact that I thought about trying to hide it brought me more shame.
Your hand reached out, gripped my jaw, and lifted my eyes to yours. "Were you thinking about lying to me, kitten?"
I flushed guiltily and admitted that I had, for a second, thought it might be easier to act as though I had put them on after he had given permission instead of earlier.
Your eyes flashed angrily but your face and tone remained passive, "Take my briefcase to my desk kitten. Fix my drink and then meet me at the kitchen table."
I rushed to your desk, placing your briefcase flat on the top, waiting for you to come open it. I moved to the bar area and fixed your drink. Neat, no ice. Rushing back to the dining room to bring your drink and to make amends. I was still ashamed that I had thought of deceiving you if only for a split second. I arrived in time to see you sliding a drawer shut on the buffet.
You turned to look at me and told me to set the glass down on the far end of the buffet and to come to you quickly. I set the drink down as told and rushed to your arms only to find myself shoved over the table. The force you used to bring me down caused the place settings nearest us to slide over. A hand came to the back of my head and pushed my cheeck against the table cloth. Your foot kicked my legs apart and then your free hand reached under my dress to pull my panties down my legs.
Finally you spoke. "Don't move from this position, cunt. Do you understand?"
Frightened yet excited by the unexpected force I nodded my head, rubbing my cheek against the table cloth and answering "Yes, Sir. I understand. I will not move."
You lifted the skirt of my dress up and over my back. I felt you step away from me and then heard spit a moment before feeling it land on my butt cheek. I flinched knowing what was coming. You laughed at my instinctive flinch and said, "That's right, whore, you don't get the lube tonight. You only get spit to get my dick wet." You spit once more, this time into your hand and then rub your hand over the head of your cock. With your finger you move the spit from my cheek toward my hole. I cried out at the intrusion of your finger. The few times you had fucked my ass you had taken your time and applied plenty of lube but this time would be different.
You pushed your finger deep into my ass and spanked me with your free hand. Finally, you decided I was as ready as you were going to get me. You tell me to reach back and spread my cheeks wide for you. I close my eyes, take a deep breathe and reach behind me to spread my ass cheeks. Opening myself to you even though I knew it would be painful.
I felt the head of your cock sliding up and down between my cheeks before nudging my hole. I flinch in the anticipation of pain before you push your cock deep into my tight hole. Once you worked your way in deep you start thrusting giving my ass a hard, deep pounding. As you pound your cock into my ass you tell me what a dirty whore I am, how liars are whores and deserve to be fucked until it hurts. You keep thrusting over and over; withdrawing to the tip and then plunging deep into me. When you cum you pull my hips off the table and further back onto your cock. You shoot your cum deep inside me. You pull out and tell me to stay there. I'm still not allowed to move. You step away from me and the table. I try to determine where you are going by sound alone but can't concentrate on anything other than the feel of your cum in my ass.
Once again I hear the slide of the buffet drawer. Suddenly your body is covering mine and you whisper against my ear. "You disappointed me today, cunt, so now you will pay the price. You will wear a butt plug tonight as we entertain our guests. The plug is going to trap my cum in your ass. Everyone is going to know what a dirty whore you are tonight kitten. They are going to smell my cum in you and laugh about it all night. After I've inserted the plug you may put these on -" you drop my panties onto the table in front of my face and continue, "then you will straighten up this table and and fix your face. I don't want to see any more tears on your face until our company has left. Understand me, cunt?"
I nodded my head. You nodded back at me and then told me to reach back around and spread my cheeks for the plug. Without hesitating, knowing that hesitation would cause additional punishment later in the evening, I reached back and spread my ass cheeks for you once again. This time I felt the cold sensation of lube being squirted in my hole. You started pushing the plug inside me before I was able to take a breath. Once the plug was fully inserted you walked towards the bedroom calling back, "I'll be out in ten minutes. Have that table and your face cleaned up before then, cunt."
Gingerly I stepped into the thong you had given me. Trying to walk normally but unable I reset the table as quickly as I could and then hobbled into the bedroom where I repaired the damage done by my tears. Make up fixed I went back to check on the food and to make sure the lube and been put back into the bedroom. As I rechecked the table you strolled out of the bedroom fresh from your shower. The doorbell rang and you motioned for me to get the door. As I walked past you your hand swung out to smack my tender bottom. Trying to stifle a groan I looked at you over my shoulder and apologized, "I am sorry that I did not wait for you to tell me when to put my panties on, Sir, thank you for correcting my behavior. I will do my best to make you proud of me tonight."
"It's not over yet, cunt, just on wait until our company leaves." |
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"On your knees, kitten, not standing upright." Your voice called to me.
Pausing I set the water glasses on the dining room table and after kneeling I picked them back up. I continued on my knees to the living room coming to a stop between your legs my eyes down waiting for your next words. Your body shifted and you removed the glasses from my hands to set them on the side table. "Go ahead and start the movie. Then come right back here."
I let out a small sigh at the thought of just watching a movie instead of playing. I knew that it was up to you, I serve at your pleasure not because of my own desire to serve, but had thought that you wouldn't be able to resist an empty house and a willing submissive. Shoulders drooping I set about getting the DVD started. Once the menu was on the screen you told me to return to you. Once again kneeling between your legs your hand reached out to cup my chin. Slowly you tilted my face up so that our eyes met. You grinned, the one that warned me I could be in for some trouble, as your grip tightened holding my face up to yours.
"Lay back with your feet lightly braced against the couch cushions and your head towards the television."
Braced on my elbows I raised my feet on the couch cushions one foot one each side of your thighs causing my skirt to fall down my thighs. |
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Something I've been playing with but still a work in progress....
I couldn't wait to call you with my good news. My first instinct as to call you immediately with the news that my roommate was going out of town on a last minute business trip! The little play we had done at my place happened during the few times we had been home alone and even then I worried that she would overhear something private between us.
While discussing her travel plans I sent a quick text inviting you to dinner at my place hoping you would be available on such short notice and without the added incentive of not having to lock the bedroom door behind us. When you texted back saying you would be over at 8 sharp my mind was racing over all the little things I would need to do to get ready. Three hours and counting. I excused myself telling my roommate I didn't want to distract her from her packing and wished her a safe trip.
I rushed into my bedroom and grimaced at the pile of laundry and my unmade bed. After starting a load of laundry I stripped my bed of it's rumpled sheets and put on a fresh set before making it up with the duvet and pillows. With my bed made and my remaining dirty clothes in front of the washing machine I dusted and then ran the vacuum. While edging the vacuum under my bed I thought of the restraints we had bought a few days ago but hadn't had time to use.
Rummaging in my "dirty girl" box under my bed I found the restraints. Taking them out of their packaging I unrolled the straps and placed them under the bed...ready to be used at Your convenience.
Rushing to the kitchen I took stock of the supplies in the refrigerator and cupboards. Luckily, I had the fixings for a simple meal - pasta and a green salad. I chopped the veggies and lettuce in preparation of the our meal. Remembering you loved garlic bread and that I didn't have any wine I ran to the market to grab both.
Knowing that you had had a stressful day full of meetings and that I served at your pleasure I stopped to pick up a DVD to make sure I was prepared for the "Blockbuster Night" I had invited you over for. I didn't want to assume you would be in the mood to lay just because we could. But I had high hopes.
Back at home I prepped the wine and started playing with the table settings. I put the flowers I had picked up at the market in a vase and centered them on the table. Then surrounded the flowers with a half dozen tea-light candles and two tapers. My roommate came down the hall, wheeling her suitcase behind her, seeing the flowers and candles on the table she whistled, "Hot night planned, hm-mm?"
Hating my fair skin I blushed a fiery red before answering, "Just dinner and a movie," before looking away to lie, "nothing special."
Laughing she shook her head and said, "Go get him, tiger. I'll be back late Friday. Please don't forget to water my plants."
Once the door was shut behind her I rushed for the bathroom. While the bathwater was warming I rummaged under the sink for the bath salts you had mentioned liking the scent of before. Finally I was able to slip into the hot water and relax for a few minutes to anticipate the coming evening. I wandered how surprised you would be to find the restraints in place and my not worrying about what my roommate would hear through the bedroom wall. That I was cooking dinner instead of ordering take out would be a big surprised in and of itself.
Finished with my bath I dressed in your bra and pantie set, added thigh highs and then slipped on a skirt and low cut top that I knew you liked seeing me in. Along with my favorite heels, the ones you had named my fuck me heels. Noticing there was only a half hour before you were to arrive I rechecked my "dirty girl" box and pulled out the toys you've enjoyed playing with before - two vibrators, three different sized anal plugs, the paddle, crop and collar you had given me to keep with me, a blindfold, padded handcuffs, a ball gag, and the nipple clamps, the warming lube and a the regular lube. Placing them on the night stand so they were ready for you if you chose to use them.
After starting dinner I moved into the living room lighting the candles that were spread throughout the living space. Deciding music would be better than the television I dug my I-Pod out of my purse and set to play my favorite Diana Krall songs.
At eight pm on the dot I saw your car pull up. Taking a deep breathe I moved to the front door. I was able to greet you before you had to knock. Smiling I opened the door and stepped back to let you in. You walked in and gave me the once over. Smiling you leaned over to kiss me hello before looking to see if anyone was over. Grinning I announced, "It's just us tonight. No roommate and no friends to interrupt our dinner. Last minute business trip. She'll won't be home until late Friday."
Your smile widened and you pulled me back to you for a deeper kiss. Somehow you managed to shut and lock the front door behind us. It amazes me how your kisses block the world out around me but you have the presence of mind to close doors or move us out of view. Slowly you turn me until I am leaning back against the closed door. Your eyes locked on mine your hands bunch my skirt, "If we're home alone without the possibility of interruptions why are you wearing panties kitten?" As you asked your fingers pushed into the waistband and started moving my panties slowly down my legs.
"I am sorry, Sir. I didn't want you to think that I expected you to play tonight and wanted to be prepared for a quiet movie night or to please you if you decided to have me for dessert."
"Nice try kitten but you should know by now that you are to be open to me at all times and when we are alone in private that means no panties." Your tone was matter of fact but I knew that I would have to earn my way back into your good graces after making such a dumb mistake. I hadn't been allowed to wear panties at your place from the first night you had taken me home with you. The moment I stepped through the doorway I was expected to remove my panties and place them in your waiting hand. When I left it was up to you whether I was allowed to wear them home or not.
Eager to make amends I asked if I could get you a glass of wine and motioned to the living room telling you to please make yourself comfortable. I scooped my panties off the ground and headed to the laundry room. After dropping them into my laundry basket I went to get your wine. Stirring the sauce and noodles I left the kitchen to serve you the wine. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, Sir."
You moved from the living room to the dining table and smiled at all the candles and flowers. "Getting romantic on me kitten? Or did you remember my enjoyment of hot wax?"
I paused in dishing out your salad. "I just thought it would make the table look nice, Sir. May I eat with you tonight Sir?"
"Fix two plates kitten and we'll see how it goes."
I dished a second portion of salad into a bowl and brought both to the table. You held out my chair and scooted me close to the table. You glanced down to make sure my legs were spread under the table leaving me open to you. We talked about our workdays while eating the salad. When I cleared our salad dishes and served up the pasta and garlic bread you refilled our wine glasses. Conversation turned to the upcoming week - the news had been mentioning a big storm moving in and we discussed working from home to avoid the insane traffic and accidents that occur when Southern California highways get wet.
Finally dinner was finished and you wandered into my bedroom while waiting for me to clean up then came back to sprawling comfortably on the couch. You called into the kitchen, "Kitten, when you are finished in the kitchen bring two glasses of water with you. "
"Yes, Sir." After dealing with the dishes I filled two glasses of water, one with lots of ice, just the way you liked it and brought them into the living room eagerly anticipating your plan for the night. |
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My cell phone rang as I was headed to the bookstore. Your voice was deep and hard on the line, a far change from joking tone you had before I got into the car. You told me to turn around and head back to a motel that was close by. I had never been there before but we often passed by it on our way to the freeway.
I asked if there was anything wrong. Your voice got harder as you answered, "Only that your questioning me, slut. Be ready when you get to the door of Room 123." When I asked what "Ready" meant you chuckled and hung up. My stomach was twisting in knots but your tone, your orders got me a little wet. As you knew it would. I tried to focus on my driving but couldn't quite remember how I got to the motel. But there I was sitting in the parking lot. I gathered my purse and my guts as I walked up the stairs to the room.
I knocked on the door, my heart was pounding, the door opened and I stepped in. I felt a hand in my hair, as my head was pulled back and I heard "you made good time slut. it's a good thing you wore a skirt today. remove your panties now." I didn't move fast enough - the hand in my hair pulled it even tighter. I pushed my hands under my skirt and shoved them down my legs. Using my hair still wrapped around your hand you guided me forward to the bed. Telling me to kneel on the bed and then to put my cheek down against the mattress. You raised my skirt up and over my back.
I started to wiggle, unused to being so covered on top and exposed on bottom. Your hand smacks my ass, "stay still slut, I never told you to move." Then you chuckle again because you know how curious I am and how hard it is for me to not ask questions.
You clue me in by saying "Doesn't llok like you came here ready as instructed. I hope your wet enough, slut" and then without warning your hands grip my hips and slam your cock into me. I gasp at the pain and hear a laughing "I bet next time your ready."
You keep slamming your cock into me. No soft strokes just pounding - out, in deep, out again. No respite, no tenderness, no stopping to rub my clit, suck my nipples or loving kisses. Just hard cock into my pussy. When I try to move into a more comfortable position or play with my clit everything stops and I receive a hard smack to the ass. Using my hair you pull me backwards until I am upright. Whispering in my ear, "move again and I'll plug your ass until tomorrow. I'm losing patience with you today slut."
You resume fucking me, using my body and telling me what a dirty whore I am. How my body belongs to you and that my whole purpose is to serve you. After you cum you step away from the bed. I start to close my legs and feel a hard swat. "Have I told you to move?"
My body freezes the minute you start speaking, Uncertain I apologize for moving and try to turn my head from one cheek to the other in order to be able to see you. This whole time I've only seen you in the doorway. Your hand stops my head from moving and you say softly, which is scarier than hearing your angry tone, "You really want that plug, don't you? Keep pushing me slut and this won't end here. I'll leave you here all fucking night with the door wide open and a sign in the Dennys bathroom down the street saying free cunt for all in room 123. You'll be fucked by horny college students, old men who can't get it up for their wives without viagara and i'm sure a dyke or two. Now don't move." Your hand pushes my head rather forcefully back into the mattress.
I start to cry because as much as I don't want to disappoint you I don't want you to leave me here for strangers. I know that I can trust you but there's still that niggling fear of not being in control, of knowing my body belongs to you. Tonight was so different than anything we had ever done that I don't know what else to expect. So far I haven't had to say "red" and I don't know how much I can take before saying "red" or how to tell you red if you leave me here alone.
Sniffling I start to apologize, "I'm so sorry Sir I don't want to disappoint you." Your voice comes from across the room "Then shut up and don't move." I hear a rustling noise and want to ask what you have planned next but don't. After what feels like an eternity I feel you behind me again. I take a deep breathe trying to prepare for your cock to slam into me again. This time your touch was gentle as you spread my lips apart, then you ease something inside me. You straighten behind me and lightly smack my ass again. "Stay there and do not move. Don't let my present fall out of my cunt."
I hear the water in the bathroom turn on. Then sounds of you showering. I shiver holding on to your present and not trying to shift my body on the mattress. After you are showered and dressed you walk over to the other side of the bed where I can see you and ask, "what do you have to say to me cunt?"
I say softly, "Thank you for using me Daddy. " You smile and say "Good girl but next time if you don't listen better I will plug that ass before you can say please don't. Understood?" I whisper, "yes, Daddy I understand."
You lay my cellphone beside me on the bed and tell me to wait there until I hear back from you. With a quick carress of my cheek and soft smack on my ass you leave the room shutting the door firmly behind you.
I lose track of time - there is no noise except for my breathing. I don't know how long it took before your ring tone sounded on my phone. I answer it the second it rings. Hearing your voice releases the tenseness in my body and I can't express the relief I feel in being told it was okay to move. You tell me that I was now allowed to move, to head home. That it was okay if I wanted to clean up and shower before heading home but not to to play or cum. And to leave your present in your cunt. I am only allowed to remove it after I returned home.
I clean up, straightened my clothes and closed the door behind me. I wanted to enjoy the scent and feel of you for as long as I was able. The drive home took forever and I kept feeling something inside me and wished i had looked while at the hotel instead of obeying.
Finally i got home and went straight to the shower - turned it on steaming hot and while waiting for the temp to be warm enough pushed my fingers inside myself to find what you had put inside me. it was a role of bills - with a post it note stuck to the inside bill that read "thanks for the ride cunt."
"Now you can buy those shoes I say you eyeing at the store last night." Hearing your voice made me jump. I blush as I realize you watched me fishing this cash out of my cunt. You laugh and gathered me to you in a warm hug. You remind me that I've always liked being called a whore so I might as well feel like one every now and again. Then you remind me to hurry through my shower because we're meeting friends for dinner and a movie in an hour.
I spend the rest of my night reliving the hours before our "normal" night out and how much fun it was. Wondering what you would think of next. |
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Thank you for all the positive feedback and story requests. I didn't realize that so many people were reading them. I will write more - just haven't had time to write lately. |
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 Freaking Sooners... |
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Happy New Years! May 2009 bring you all that you desire. |
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Part III
I nodded and looked down to see if the clamps showed through my bra and shirt. I couldn't tell they were there except for the sensation. All the way to the zoo you told me about your trip and ignored the fact that you had put clamps on me just minutes before. I followed the conversation as best I could but my entire focus was on the clamps and the wetness between my legs.
I saw the parking lot from the stop light and sighed in relief. I was proud to have pleased you by wearing the clamps but I was ready for the pain to end. You pulled into a quiet corner of the lot and turned towards me. "You may remove the clamps here and now or wait to do so in the privacy of the bathroom." The moment I heard you say I could remove them my hands were moving my bra out of the way. It didn't occur to me that the pain that had dulled to a low roar would come back in full force the minute the clamps were released. I panted through the pain and tried to blink the tears away but a few still fell. You wiped them away with your thumb and murmured words of praise telling me how proud you were since I wasn't sure about any play that involved pain. After regaining my composure you locked the clamps in your glove box and hand in hand we walked through towards the zoo.
We rode the bus tour, walked from exhibit to exhibit without any reference to the my being your submissive. Late in the afternoon we hopped onto the Sky Tram. Once we'd gotten out of hearing distance you looked at me and said, "Take off your panties and hand them to me."
I turned bright red and started stammering, "I can't do that. We're in public! I've never gone anywhere without panties."
You sounded bored as you explained to me, "We're in an enclosed car high above everyone. Nobody can see you reach your hands under your skirt, remove your panties and hand them to me."
Turning my head I took in your answer and that you were right. Our car was enclosed and nobody could see what we were doing from mid chest down. My face flamed bright red as I inched up my skirt. I kept muttering, "I can't believe I'm doing this" because I couldn't believe this was happening and that I was going along with it. While I knew something like this was possible it hadn't crossed my mind that it would be today. Once my thumbs hooked into the waistband I stopped to look at you. Your head was turned out to look at the view, not me, and my last thought of repreive was gone. I knew I didn't have to do it. I could respectfully tell you my concerns and ask for an alternate option but a part of me was tired of always being the good girl. The one that was always proper and never would dare anything slightly scandalous in public. I braced my feet to lift my butt of the seat and pulled my panties down. They slid to my ankles and as I leant over to pick them up you pushed me back with a hand to my shoulder. You grinned at me and then shook your head. Leaning down you picked up my panties. "I thought I'd never see these this afternoon. Pleasantly damp. That nipple play earlier must've turned you on more than you admitted." As our gar descended to the drop off point you pushed my panties into your pocket. Then helped me out of the car. The rest of the afternoon I was intensely aware of the slight breeze playing with the hem of my skirt and your hand that would slide from the small of my back down over my nearly bare hip and ass.
On the way home we stopped for dinner and once again the conversation was light. It was maddening to feel so bare, exposed for you and then have you ignore it. I was fidgety, anticipating that tonight would be the night you finally took me. My mind kept wandering to how your body would feel against mine, what position would you take me in, would it be sweet and gentle or hard, rough and fast? I couldn't keep up with your conversation and finally we both fell into a comfortable silence. The drive home was worse than dinner. I couldn't sit still and everytime I tried to say anything my throat closed up. I was nervous, excited and couldn't believe that this would finally be the night.
You drove to your place, helped me out of the car and through your front door. Not a word was spoken between us. Once inside you led me to your bedroom and sat me in the desk chair. You stepped backwards to your bed and sat down. Stared at me. I didn't know what to expect. But I never expected the silence. I cleared my throat and started to look around the room taking in your four poster bed, the dresser near a closed door and the flat screen tv opposite your bed. It was spare but comfortable. |
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Part II
That night when I went to bed I couldn't sleep. All night I lay there tossing and turning wondering how it had happened. What was the likelihood that the two of us would meet and my interests be exposed so rapidly?Maybe it was for the best as previous men I had dated didn't always react positively to the news about wanting to submit and explore some of the different aspects of BDSM.
Saturday morning I got up early, ran my errands, cleaned house and did laundry before meeting friends for dinner. Thoughts of you were in my thoughts all day. As the girls and I gathered we shared the events of the last few days. Finally, Aubrey asked me how my date had gone. I blushed triggering a round of laughter and "must've been pretty darn good" teasing. When the laughter died down I told them that I had had a good time and we had made plans for Sunday but didn't give them the details they were asking about. They weren't surprised since I've never been the kiss and tell type. The enjoyment of dinner with the girls couldn't touch the excitement I was feeling at the thought of seeing you the following day. Even as I tried to keep up with the conversation my mind kept wandering back to thoughts of you. Finally, the evening was over and I headed home to wait impatiently for the following afternoon.
Sunday morning I was up bright and early. Unusual for a night owl like me. I drove my roommate crazy walking a circuit from my bedroom to the living room into the kitchen and then back again. I tried to settle down and curl up with a book but read the same paragraph five times before giving up and putting it away. I started one of my favorite movies and then resumed pacing. In my head I was trying to plan the perfect outfit. A dress was too dressy for an afternoon at Seaport Village. Depending on where we went jeans could be too casual. Finally, I settled on my favorite green skirt and a v neck black sweater. Knowing you liked heels and that we were planning on a lot of walking I chose a pair of 2" kitten heels. A fair compromise to your preference for high heels and my being able to keep up with you while walking along the water.
You arrived 15 minutes early, again, but this time I was ready for you. I had been ready for an hour. You were a perfect gentleman as you came in. When you realized my roommate had left and we were alone it was deja vu of our kiss goodnight. Your hand pulling my head back by my hair, your arm wrapped around me pulling me had against you. We were both breathless by the time you released me and ended the kiss. You grinned and then tucked the hair behind my ear. "Hello, kitten. Ready?"
Still working on catching my breath I nodded and picked up the purse I had laid by the door. You took my hand and led me to your car. On the way to Seaport Village we talked about our weekends and got to know each other a little better talking about all our favorites food, drinks, tv shows, music and everything else we could think of. We spent the afternoon walking along the waterfront, browsing in the different shops, debating the merits of the paintings and knick knacks we saw. We stopped for coffee before finding a spot to watch the sunset. You held me as we stood watching the sun sink under the guise of blocking the wind but we both knew it was an excuse to get closer to one another. After the sun had sank from view we headed, hand in hand, to the restaurant for dinner.
Our conversation remained casual while we were at the bar having a drink before being seated at our table. I had relaxed as throughout the day the conversation had stayed casual and nothing had been brought up about our shared interests in BDSM. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet.
The hostess led us to our table and handed each of us a menu. As the hostess turned to walk away you took the menu out of my hand and returned it to the waitress. "We only need one, thank you." The hostess nodded, took the menu and walked back to the door.
Curiously I looked at you, "I've never been here before. I won't know what to order without a menu."
Without taking your eyes off your menu you told me, "I'll order for you. I paid attention in the car. I know you don't eat seafood. If I order something you don't care for pick up your water glass, count to three and then take a drink. I'll tell the waiter we need a moment and we'll straighten it out. Now, I know I can't see your legs under that table cloth but something tells me your legs are crossed. I always want my girl open to me. Spread your legs so that each knee is at the corner of your chair."
Eyes wide, cheeks reddening I managed to sputter, "We're starting here and now?" Even as I questioned my legs were spreading to the point that each knees was parallel to the legs of my chair.
You closed the menu, set it on the table and took a drink of your wine before answering my question. "Look at it as a test. It'll be a subtle test but one nevertheless. I enjoy taking care of my girl as much as she enjoys taking care of me. We just go about it in different ways. Your way is by being of service sexually or otherwise. Mine is making sure that you are well cared for and that you our relationship is always growing. Some women think they want this lifestyle until they have to do something they aren't 100% sure of with someone they don't know all that well. Then reality smacks them on the chin and they go running in the opposite direction. Instead of wasting time I've come up with this test. I can't hurt you by trying to order a dinner to your liking, you have panties on so you won't get caught flashing anyone. It's a safe environment and we're the only ones who understand what's going on. It's your choice - take the test and get a small taste of submitting to my will or pick your own meal and we'll end the night as friends."
I took a slow drink of my martini before answering, "Thank you for choosing a meal for me."
"Kitten, sentences of that nature should end in Sir."
Taking a deep breath and I started to look to see who was near the table. Your voice stopped my head from turning, "Nobody is near us but the waiter is on his way."
Playing beat the waiter I quickly but quietly murmured, "Thank you for choosing my meal, Sir."
The waiter appeared at our table a moment later to take our order. You started with your order, selecting the rib eye for you and then selected a chicken cobb salad for me and another round of drinks for the two of us.
"I trust my order meets with your approval?"
"Yes, thank you, Sir."
You steered the conversation back to lighter fare as we ate our meal and split dessert. By the time we left I had forgotten that I hadn't had a say in my meal and that I spent the meal with my legs splayed upon simply because you said so. Headed back to your car you started questioning my past relationships and how I had found BDSM, what made me think I needed it in my life. I answered you honestly about my start, the curiosity a small taste ignited in me and that my few experiences made me want more because I felt like during those few times that I had everything felt right like there wasn't anything missing. You nodded in understanding. Then followed up with asking why I hadn't been actively looking for a Dom. Once again I needed a few deep breathes to get my thoughts in order. After a few moments I told you that I was at a point where I was ready for a serious relationship - I was tired of meeting men who only wanted a girl on call to dominate sexually and then go on with their lives or the reverse with meeting men who wanted to get married and have babies with the picket fence so much so that they were ready to move in and propose to the first woman who wanted the same thing. If I was going to be with someone I wanted it to be with someone I could introduce to my friends and family and submit to. I needed an emotional connection in order to submit and feel good about my decision to submit. My past "play only" sessions had left me feeling empty afterwards. Instead of searching I decided to get back to what was important - focusing on my work, finishing school and enjoying my life without the pressure of trying to find Mr. RightDom. Smugly you added, "Then you met me, huh?" We both laughed but it felt right. It was early days and we still needed to know more about each other but it was as if everything was falling into place.
After my turn on the hot seat the conversation turned back to you. You told me how you had taken the personality you were born with and channeled it into your personal relationships. College, for you, was a time of a lot of experimentation and shortly after college you had found the right style of relationship for you but not necessarily the right women. You had had several short term submissives serve you while looking for the right match but it just hadn't happened yet.
By the time we returned to my place our lives and relationships were open books. You knew about a silly competition between my brother and I and I knew about the time your sister had walked into your bedroom unannounced and found your college girlfriend tied to your childhood bed. When you pulled into the parking space you told me to wait because what you wanted to say wasn't for my roommates ears. "I think we both found something neither of us were looking for. We're both at a point in our lives where we want something more than a quick fuck or a weekend fling. If you're agreeable, which I think you will be since you haven't crossed your legs since I told you not too several hours ago. We'll play this your way until it's time to play it mine. If you want we can do the vanilla dating thing until I feel you are ready to submit. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed, what kitten?"
"Agreed, Sir."
"Since you've already started calling me Sir at appropriate times and keeping your legs open for me we'll keep that going. But for the rest we're going to use the stop light system. When I ask how you are doing you'll answer green for good, kep going, yellow if you're unsure of something or need to slow down and red for stop. Understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, Sir, I understand. I'm green in case you were wondering."
You walked me to my door with a quick kiss to my check and a promise to call the following day.
For the next few weeks we did exactly as you said. Went out to dinner, met for coffee or happy hours depending on the time we were able to get together, ended up at a pool hall and watching a friend's band. Everytime we got together we learned something else about one another whether it was that your shoulders were ticklish or that I sang off key in the car. You made me dinner one night and I tried to return the favor but we ended up ordering pizza. We had carefree fun but within that time there were moments in which you'd add a new elements. The night you cooked me dinner you made me feed you each bite. I was only allowed to eat once you were finished. The night we shared a pizza I knelt at your feet waiting for you to place a bite of pizza into my waiting mouth. I wasn't allowed a glass of my own and had to ask permission for each sip from your glass. I wasn't alowed to leave the room without asking for permission first - not even to use the bathroom. When we were alone at your place I was made to sit or kneel on the floor while you lounged comforably on the furniture. Each layer added a little more depth to our feelings for each other and left me wanting more.
You called late me late on a Thursday night, you were out of town for work, and told me that you hadn't been to the Zoo in a long time and wanted to go Saturday. I didn't have plans for Saturday and agreed to go saying it had been awhile since my last visit too. You told me to be ready by 9:00 am and that comfortable walking shoes were fine but I should still wear a skirt. I agreed without hesitation by this point it felt entirely natural for your input on the clothing I would wear around you.
Saturday morning dawned, bright and clear, I was waiting impatiently for you by the front door at 9:00 am. I bounded out the front door the moment I saw you pull up. You laughed at my impatience but I could taste yours in our kiss hello. It was the longest we'd been apart since our first date. We had spent hours on the phone and sent dozens of emails, IM's and text messages but it wasn't the same as being able to see each other and touch each other even if it was just to hold hands. The kiss we shared was rough and hard. Ending the kiss you spun me back towards my front door. "We need a minute before we leave, kitten."
Happily, I headed back to the front door pulling you behind me thinking I was going to be treated to more of your yummy kisses. You pulled me to a stop at my front door, took my keys from me to unlck it and then led me to my bedroom. You shut my door behind us and pushed me back against it. Startled I began to ask, "What's - "
Your hand clamped over my mouth. "Don't speak, kitten, unless I tell you to. Nod if you understand." I nodded but my eyes were still wide with surprise. Up until that moment everything had happened slowly and easily. This was the first time you weren't handling me gently and it was scary and exciting all at the same time. You pushed my shirt over my head and then unhooked my bra. Your hands, cold from the morning air, left my shoulder and mouth and settled on my naked breasts. "I've been dying to play with these tits, kitten. I'd planned on holding off a little longer but I know that you're ready for the next step." Your fingers clamped down on my nipples hard, pulling them, twisting them. I moaned in pain and desire. Your moved your left hand to the back of my head and pushed my right breast upwards. "I want to watch you tongue your nipple, slut." My head jerked upwards and my eyes met yours. "You heard me tongue your nipple, slut." The hand on the back of my head pushed down roughly while your other hand brough my nipple closer to my mouth. "I know you can do this for me slut because you've told me how much you want to please me."
My face felt like it was on fire as I heard you tell me to put my mouth on my own nipple. I closed my eyes and shifted my head to reach my nipple. "Don't hide from me kitten, look at me while you tongue your nipple." Flushing even deeper I opened my eyes to find yours staring down at me. I stretched my tongue to my nipple while keeping my eyes locked on yours. Your hand on my head pushed down further until my mouth surrounded my nipple. "Show me how you like your nipples sucked, kitten. Show me how hard you can make your nipples for me."
The hand on the back of my head lifted and moved to grasp my left hand. You lifted my hand to my other breast manipulating my fingers to squeeze my nipple. "Keep playing with those tits until I tell you stop, kitten."
You stepped back further into my room until you reached my bed. Settling onto my bed you watched me as I stood, back to the door and both hands cupping my breasts. One pushing up to my mouth as I alternately sucked my nipple deep into my mouth and circling the tip with my tongue and the other lightly pinching and rolling my other nipple. "Don't forget to keep your eyes on me, kitten. Your other tit looks like it needs some attention form your mouth."
I shifted my stance to bring my left breast to my mouth performing the same suction, circling actions my right nipple had received. All the while keeping my eyes locked on yours. I had no idea how long you had me standing there playing with my breasts before you told me to stop. I brought my head up, hands still cupping my breasts as you told me to kneel down and crawl to you. Still blushing brightly I dropped to my knees and then my hands, with more haste than grace to get closer to you. Once I had reached you you reached out to gently stroke my hair. "Good girl, kitten. I like it that you are so shyly obedient. Your face was as red as your sweater but you did it." You pulled my face up to yours and rewarded me with a tender kiss. Reaching behind you you pulled out a small box and told me, "You've earned a reward for that performance, kitten. Go ahead and open it."
I reached up to lift the lid off the box and saw to small clips. "They're nipple clamps. I want you to wear them during the car ride to the zoo for me." You pulled me to my to my knees telling me to present my breasts to you. Your fingers pinched, pulled and twisted my nipples harder until you deemed the stiff enough for the clamps. I took a deep breath as you brought the clamp closer to my nipple trying to hold still as you applied it. The pain was sharper than the clothespins I had expereinced before. You tightened the clamp and then moved to the next. Watched me patiently as I tried to get used to pressure/pain caused by the clamps. You stood, gathered my bra and shirt and helped me back into both. "You can take them off once we've found a parking space but it would please me more if you waited until your first bathroom break at the zoo. If it gets to be too much tell me yellow and we'll talk it through. Understand, kitten?"
I nodded and looked down to see if the clamps showed through my bra and shirt. I couldn't tell they were there except for the sensation. All the way to the zoo you told me about your trip and ignored the fact that you had put clamps on me just minutes before. I followed the conversation as best I could but my entire focus was on the clamps and the wetness between my legs. |
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I love taking a few days off before things get too hectic with the upcoming hoidays and not making any plans especially when I get to sleep late.
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We met in a conventional, cliched way...in line at Starbucks, of course. We made the usual small talk and then shared the last open table. We both brought out our props. I had some studying to do and you had some work to look over. We both laughed about having to go too a noisy coffeeshop to be able to get some peace and quiet. We lasted almost half an hour before lapsing back into conversation. An hour passed before we realized it had gotten dark outside. Conversation has never flowed so easily for me with a stranger before. I never wanted the night to end but it had to - I had a dinner party to go to and you had a flight to catch. Before I left we exchanged numbers but I never expected you to call.
We talked and sent texts over the next few days. A week later we met again at the same Starbucks only this time our meeting was planned. You told me about your business trip and I told you about that test I never did study for. We talked about our families, careers and past relationships and went through two cups of coffee and a long walk through the shopping center that held our Starbucks. At the end of the night we had made plans for Friday night.
You got to my place a few minutes early. My roommate had friends crowding the living room so I showed you to my room to wait while I finished getting ready. When I came out of bathroom after putting on mascara I found you in front of my bookcase. You turned and said, "You were right you do have expansive reading tastes and your music interests look just as varied."
I came to stand beside you and looked at the shelf you had been perusing. "That shelf hols my favorites...I've read most of those books 2 or 3 times. Did you see anything you liked in there?" I laughed because you had previously mentioned you only read on airplanes and then it was magazines.
Your eyes twinkled as you answered, "I may have." The knowing smile and your glance towards the bottom shelf surprised me. A quick glance down confirmed my suspicion that I had left my BDSM and erotica books on the shelf. I usually put them away when people came over. Nervous I changed the subject to where we would be having dinner and if we were going to be late. You guided me towards the door saying that you had booked a table at the Italian restaurant I had mentioned the other day and led me to your car.
On the drive to the restaurant you kept things easy with talks about traffic and the directions I gave you to my place. All landmarks and few street names. The restaurant was quiet and we shared some bruschetta and a bottle of wine as we waited for our dinner. I don't normally drink wine so it went straight to my head. All through dinner and a shared dessert the conversation was light and easy. Afterwards we headed over to the Comedy Club for their evening show and laughed ourselves silly. Once we were back in your car and headed away from the Comedy Club you steered the conversation back towards my book collection. While stuck at a red light and after discussing some of the book titles you had recognized from movies you mentioned that you always start at the bottom of a bookcase instead of the top because you thought people generally put the books that they want people to think they had read at the top while their true reading preferences were at the bottom. I started to blush and replied, "I don't put any books in my bookcase that I haven't read and want to keep. My top shelf has been read just like the other shelves."
You turned in your seat and looked into my eyes before asking, "So you have read the books on your bottom shelf...if you are planning on keeping them it must mean you enjoyed them. There were some interesting titles on that shelf - The Loving Dominant and The Ethical Slut caught my eye first but there were others that sounded interesting too. What was it? The one about "under him" or something?"
Blushing furiously I croaked out "Do you mean Over Time, Under Him?"
"That's the one. It looked like you may have still been reading it. It was pulled out further than the other books next to it."
I nodded but didn't say anything still a embarrassed that you knew something about me that I don't share with many people. Not quite meeting your eyes. From behind us a horn sounded and we both realized the light had changed to green. You turned back toward the steering wheel and went through the light. "I would like to continue this converstion but think it's too soon for you to have this conversation at your place comfortable and I know 'our Starbucks' closes in a half hour. What do you say to having some coffee at the Living Room?"
"The Living Room sounds good. I've heard about it but haven't been there."
You picked a vacant couch in a quiet corner once we had coffee cups in hand. We sat facing each other with a low table in front of the couch. Once we had both gotten comfortable you told me, "You have the sweetest blush. Most women don't blush anymore." Which promptly started me blushing again. You cupped my cheek with your hand and smiled. "This is going to be fun for me to see how much blushing you have in you. I can feel the heat in your cheek. I should tell you that I have been interested in Dominance and submission since high school. I explored more about it in high school and have had a few relationships with submissive women. Seeing those books on your shelf made my night that much better. I've enjoyed our converstions and texts but I was worried that you might be a little too innocent and vanilla for me. Knowing you fantasize about being a submissive makes it a little easier to keep seeing you. Based on our previous conversations and texts I know that you aren't a slut and that trust is important to you. I know there's an attraction between us and finding out about this side of you wrenches it up a notch for me. What does knowing I'm a Dominant change for you?"
I took a sip of my coffee to stall for time. "I don't usually talk about this stuff with people. I've had two experiences with BDSM. I know that I fall under the submissive heading but I'm not sure to what degree. The books I've read were mostly for information and the fictions books were fantasy stuff. I've never really thought I would carry it out."
You reached out and took my coffee cup out of my hands to set it on the table. "Slow down a little and breathe baby. That was one big burst of information. We don't have to try anything...you have nothing to prove to me...that's why we are having this discussion at a public place and one of our apatments. A lot of people have fetishes or a kinky sex life and most of them don't make it public. I keep my sexual escapades private for the most part. I have enjoyed some public play in the past but my experiences have been based on the mutual kinks and desires of my submissive and I. So far I've enjoyed every minute of your company. If I hadn't seen those books of yours I wouldn't have brought up sexual preferences for another date or two. But the subject would have been raised and I like that I don't have to worry about how to bring it up without scaring you off."
I sank a little deeper into the couch and took a deep breath. "I'll try to relax about all this. I'm just not used to talking about this. A college boyfriend wanted to try it. I felt silly for the most part but when we went back to 'vanilla' sex I missed having him taking charge in the bedroom. He wanted me to dominate him but I was awful at it. I felt really uncomfartable and couldn't get into it. Then a couple years after we broke up I started looking at some stuff online. I met a Dom there and we played off and on a few times but it wasn't anything serious. I'm still pretty new to things and he wanted a girl that didn't want anything more than being a submissive, one with more BDSM experience and one who didn't need a dating environment to be comfortable serving him sexually. After that I started reading and found those books you noticed. I've told a couple of other men I've dated about some of my interests but it always seemed like they either saw me as a sex starved nympho, someone who was to kinky for them or felt they couldn't satisfy my curiosity. I substituted real life experience with talking to other submissive's and Dominant's online. I've even met a few socially for conversation but not play."
"Why not play with some of those Dom's and sub's you met socially?" you asked me.
I started twirling my hair around my finger and looking at my coffee cup on the table I answered, "I know we've talked about how old-fashioned I am when it comes to dating and love. I can count on one hand how many men I've been intimate with. When I think about playing with someone just to play it doesn't feel right. I can't separate wanting to have someone dominate me from having a relationship. I tried to and failed miserably at it. I've tried a casual relationship before like a friends with benefits thing but it didn't work out. I can't let myself go and enjoy myself sexually without the traditional wrappings of a relationship."
Your hand reached under my chin to turn my head towards you. "Don't apologize for being you. Everyone has a dealbreaker or a couple of them. One of my dealbreakers is honesty. I always want you to be honest even if you don't think I want to hear it and I'll do the same. Deal?"
"Deal," I nodded.
You moved your hand from holding my face towards you to the hand tangled in my hair. Gently you took the hair back from my finger and moved my hand down to the cushion between us. Gently you stroked your thumb over my open palm. You smiled when I shivered and blushed. "You feel it too. Good." You sounded satisfied and a little smug.
I opened my mouth to say something and you shook your head no. "Your blush gave you away. It isn't cool in here, in fact it's too warm for that sweater you still have on so don't get shy and try to deny your physical reaction to me. It's mutual. For now, we'll see what we're both interested in and then take things slowly."
We spent an hour talking over each others likes and dislikes, what interests we had and what we were open to trying and what neither of us never wanted to try. When you noticed my answers getting shorter and trying to pull back you changed the conversation back to getting to know each other. When you noticed me yawning you called it a night. I tried to prolong the night because I enjoyed being able to speak openly and freely about interests I had long hidden and because I was a little nervous about what would happen when you took me home. It's one thing to say we'll take things slowly and another to take it slowly after having a conversation that left my panties damp and a noticeable bulge in your slacks. On our walk to your car you kept one hand in the small of my back but didn't touch me otherwise. I didn't know if I was disappointed or relieved. The drive home was filled with small talk about each other's weekend plans. We both had Sunday afternoon free so you suggested am afternoon spent at Seaport Village. In no time your were turning the corner to my street. I started getting nervous all over again wonderng what would happen when we got to my front door. I could see my roommate and her friend's watching a movie through the open curtains and my nerves jumped again wondering what would happen.
You noticed the tension seeping into me as walked towards my front door. The hand that had been resting on my back moved upwards to my neck. You half massaged the back of my neck and whispered, "Relax, I'm not going to jump you in front of your friends."
I laughed nervously and smoothed my hands down the sides of my skirt. "I just don't know what to expect after everything that's happened tonight. I'm nervous...I haven't shared this much of myself with someone on a first date before."
We reached my front door and you waited until we had stepped into the small alcolve that shielded us from prying eyes before your fingers tightened on my neck holding my face in place. You tilted my face up towards yours by pulling my hair back gently and leaned in close. "Just a kiss, baby, nothing embarrassing." My eyes closed and our lips met in a sweet closed mouth kiss. You pulled back a little and took a firmer grip on my hair. Tugging my head back you leaned into my ear and said in a soft yet firm voice you told me, "This time open your mouth a little. I want to feel your tongue on mine, baby."
You placed gentle kisses from my ear along my jawline until you reached my mouth. Another firm tug to my hair brought my head further back and a slight gasp from me. Taking advantage you kissed me hard. It was instant ignition. Our lips clung to each others as our tongues explored each others mouth. Your right hand stayed in my hair alternating short, sharp tugs with easier longer tugs. Your left hand pressed against my back bringing my body towards yours. My arms circled your neck trying to pull you closer. We were both breathing heavily when you ended the kiss. You leaned your forhead against mine and took a deep breathe. "You make the sweetest little sounds on your throat. You sound like a kitten. I'll wait here until you're inside. Make sure to lock your door. I'll pick you up Saturday at one o'clock but if t wheels start spinning up here," you tapped my head gently, "call me and let me know what you are thinking."
"Deal. I'll see you Sunday." I turned to open the front door. As my hand made contact with doorknob you reached and turned me back towards you. Your head dipped for another deep kiss. A heart racing, straining to push ourselves even closer than skin, on my tip toes deep kiss. You ended the kiss by fisting my hair in your hand and pulling back. "Good night, kitten. Sunday at one, be ready." Then your hands on my shoulders you spun me back to the front door, reached for the doorknob and opened the door for me. Gently you pushed me inside. I closed the door and looked though the peep hole. You stood there until you heard the slide of the deadbolt.
Watching you walk back to your car through the peep hole I shivered in the anticipation of Sunday afternoon. |
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Master - Thank you for taking me under your wing and teaching me that there is more than I have ever imagined. That with your tutelage I am more than I have ever dreamed I could be. jaycie |
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"Devotion is diligence without assurance." - Elizabeth Gilbert |
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It has taken awhile for me to come to terms with accepting my desire and need to submit while remaining independent in the rest of my life. I hid in my comfort zone to avoid taking risks. Instead I held myself frozen in place instead of letting my interests and desires grow and deepen organically and naturally.
It's, I'm, still a work in progress but it seems like the last few months have clarified things for me. A lot of growth in a short amount of time and still spreading my wings a bit. I shudder to think of all the instinctual "uh uh, no ways" I have said in the past, unwillingly to bend or try to see things that I wasn't familiar and/or comfortable with in a different light. It's like a door has been opened and for the most part I have to say thanks to DJ, without whom I wouldn't have had the courage to turn the knob let alone swing it open. Also, to a couple of friends I met through here - thanks for having me over and who knows how bave I'll end up getting. :) |
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Went to Blick's this afternoon and was reminded that ArtWalk is coming.
ArtWalk 2008 April 26 and 27, 2008 12 PM - 6 PM in Hip and Historic Little Italy
http://www.artwalksandiego.org/ |
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Going to phoenix in a couple of weeks. Can't wait! |
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