buddhagirl

thanks everyone who sent me such nice messages!  It just shows that, for the most part, people on here are very kind.

My last dom/daddy was 47 and had an awesome body himself and told me all the time he loved my body  and he saw it up close and personal, so I think I will believe him rather than some angry so-called dom, who, of course, doesn't have the balls -- I wonder how saggy THEY are -- to even show his face!

Oops, probably should get a spanking for saying something not so nice  ;)

    We drove along in companionable silence.  As I looked out the window, he would occasionally

run his finger down my arm, or squeeze my hand, and, once in awhile, pinch my nipple, gaining a

little squeak from me in surprise.  I think it is his reminder I am his at all times. 

    We were just going to the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner that night.  I had

tried to go myself, but he insisted on going.  He knows I am not one for public displays of

bdsm-type behavior, so I was a little apprehensive about his insistence of his company. 

(Although, I am pretty sweet and cute, so why wouldn't he want to come along.  LOL)

    Anyway, we drove into the Whole Foods underground parking and he parked in a corner slot.  As

I started to open the door, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back.  First of all, he likes

to open the door for me.  It's one of his alpha things, very chivalrous.  And he gets annoyed

when I forget sometimes and burst out the door.

    He told me to turn around and kneel on the floorboard in front of my seat.  I started to look

out the windows to see if there were any people out and about, and he grabbed me by the chin, and

told me to either look at him or at the seat in front of me.  I still had a hard time trusting he

would keep me safe.  It was getting better, but...

    I felt like a bad girl, doing something wrong that I could get in trouble for.  I could feel

my body heat up from nervousness and embarrassment.  He had me lean a bit over the seat and lift

up my skirt so he could see my ass.  He pulled my panties down to the tops of my thighs and told

me to spread my cheeks apart.  Oh, geez, I knew what this meant.  My mind did not want to comply,

but my hands reached back and did what he asked.  Failure to comply could bring pretty painful

consequences later on.

    I heard him pulling something from the backseat, a bag or something, and then I felt

something cold and hard nudging at my mouth.  Lucky you, I have a new toy for you, he said. 

You'd better get it nice and wet because we're going to see how easy or hard this is to get in

your ass.

    I opened my mouth and let that cold steel plug in and tried to drown it in my saliva. 

Christ, I thought, that is bigger than normal.  Out of my mouth it went and right to the entrance

of my ass.  Take a deep breath and relax.  The faster you let it in, the faster you are out of

this position you are hating so much.

     I tried to relax, just as he told me, as he pushed in and pulled back and played with my ass

a little, drawing out the time I was sitting there holding my spread cheeks.  Finally, he spit on

it himself, and slowly slid it into place, pulled up my panties and let my skirt fall back into

place.  Man, it felt both cold and heavy.

     I stayed kneeling while he exited the car and came over to my side to help me out.  As he

helped me stand up and then locked the car, he put his hand down my ass cheeks and then up my

skirt to tap on the plug.  Again the squeal.  He laughed.  He loved it when I squealed.  Then he

put his hands in my hair and gave me a kiss and told me what a good girl I was.

      As we shopped, foremost in my mind was that heavy feeling in my ass, which meant that

foremost in my mind was the man who put it there, the man I was wearing it for, who was walking

around like there was nothing going on at all.  Such a headfuck.  So devious!

      When we got back to the car and put the groceries in the backseat, he put his hand down my

panties and felt the wetness that had accumulated.  He chuckled and whispered in my ear, You

really are my little slut.  I think I'll keep that in your ass until I replace it with my cock

after you beg me to finally take it out.

      Okay, another one of the long, long Saturday play times....

I stayed still as you fingered my pussy and massaged my clit, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter with

every stroke.
  As you pulled your hand away from my sopping pussy and stood up, wiping my juices all over my ass as you

stood up, I could hear you unbuckle your belt and pull it from your pants.   I willed my mind to relax my

body and not clench my ass in anticipation of the blows that might be coming.  And come they did, but not

too much for me to handle, because you were learning how much I could take and how much you could push that

envelope to take a bit more.  Once my ass was a bright red and you had stroked it to ease the pain, you sat

down in your comfy chair as I awaited for you to tell me your pleasure.

   You told me to get up and take off my clothes.  Of course, you didn't mean to go in the bedroom, but to

strip right there in the living room while you watched.  So I stood in front of you and stripped myself of 

my clothes as you requested, holding back the urge to somehow cover my nakedness as each piece came off.

   When I was totally naked and you were fully clothed, it seemed to put me in that space of vuneralbility,

submission and, yes, sensuality for me.  As you beckoned me to come to you, I was mindful of the heightened

awareness of my body.  I could feel a slight chill from having nothing to cover my body, and as I sat on

your lap, your warmth soothed my nerves. 
   I loved to sit on your lap while you petted me, your fingers idly running through my thick hair, making

my scalp tingle, or running up my thighs, teasing my breasts, squeezing, petting, pinching and pulling at my

nipples, until they were puckered in attention.  sometimes we were quiet in the moment and sometimes we

would talk softly about the day, reconnecting ourselves for the night.

All too soon, the cuddling was over, and it was time for me to finish the dinner that I had planned for the

night.  Of course, now I was naked except for the apron you had picked out for me to wear.  It covered up

the front pretty well, although the soft, plump sides of my breasts were exposed to the elements as was my

vunerable ass, so you could walk in at any moment and have complete access.
   As I was chopping the onions and garlic for the mediterrainain chicken dish I was making, I was just

getting into the flow of cooking naked except for the apron and heels, and you had left my mind for the

moment.   How could you know that?
   But I think you did, because you called me to come to you once again, as soon as I was able.  Since I was

still chopping, getting the prep done, I came to you right away.

   You had me stand in front of you and lift my apron.  As I was standing there, exposed mysel to you, I

realized that the power exchange had sublety grown stronger and stronger between us as our relationship had

progressed.  I could see your toy bag on your lap and the clothespins conspicously laying on the top...
  

I was waiting just inside the front door, on the carpet down on my knees.  My head was lowered, my hands clasped behind my back.  I had been rushing around ever since you called an hour ago, telling me exactly what you expected to see when you walked through the front door.

   I had quickly showered and shaved, knowing sooner or later you would inspect me to make sure things were as smooth as you liked it.  I had on a skirt and short-sleeved shirt, no bra (never in the house unless instructed) no panties (never in the house unless instructed.)  And then there was the plug now lodged in my ass.  As always, when I leaned over the bathroom sink to place a plug in my ass, I thought of how when you put one in there, it caused me feelings of nervousness, embarassment, submission, and it made my pussy as wet as can be.

   I could hear the sound of your car as you pulled up outside.  My heart started beating faster from all the thoughts raising through my brain.  Would some passer-by see me kneeling here on the floor when you opened the front door; would you be pleased when you walked in; were you in a playful mood, a stern mood, a teasing mood; torturing mood?

   I kept my eyes down when you entered and came and stood in front of me.  This was hard to do because I usually enthusiastically greeted you with a kiss and hug when you came home and being quiet and proper was oh so hard for me.  I could feel your hand on my head as you told me you were pleased to see me in place as you asked.  You walked around me and scrunched down behind and lovingly ran your fingers through my hair.  I almost purred it felt so good,

   I felt your warm hand between my shoulder blades as you told me to put my head on the carpet.  I could feel the heat running up my face from embarassment as my skirt rode up half way up my ass.  You easily pushed it up to my waist so you could get a better view of the plug riding there and my shaved pussy.  I jumped just a little when I felt your fingers jostle that damn plug and then push at it to make sure it was lodged in there all the way.  And then your fingers traveled lower and your big hand cupped my pussy and you chuckled as you stuck your thumb up my cunt and massaged my clit with your index and middle fingers.

"Oh, you are Daddy's little slut tonight, I see," you said.

to be continued.

Mornings...

(My early morning fantasy)

When I woke up this morning in my soft blue T-shirt and nothing else, I was nice and warm, laying on my side.  And I felt you laying behind me spooning and half waking up to feel your warm body against mine,  a hand resting against my breast.  I could feel your hand starting to move against my tit, massaging it before taking my nipple between your fingers and playing with it, alternating pinching and petting it, until it was totally erect.  All this time, I was luxuriating in that space between sleep and being awake.

You pulled up my T-shirt, and moving me slightly, put your warm mouth on my nipple, suckling me gently and then harder, kissing and licking my tit.  Your hand slowly moved down my body and you could feel the goosebumps rising on my belly.  You let your hand rest there, just above my pussy as you lay your head back down behind mine.

I am so comfortable, drifting there with your hand resting on my lower belly, and I can feel my Daddy's cock starting to push against the back of my thighs.  You move your hand down to my pussy and enjoy feeling how soft it is because you had shaved it the night before yourself, just after you had given me a spanking for not having kept it shaved just the way you liked it.

With your fingers you spread my pussy lips wide and I can feel the cold air against my sensitive inner lips and clit.  You keep them spread as you move your fingers up and down in a massage like fashion, slowly awakening all the nerves that sit between my legs.  I give a little sound of half moan/half protest and you sshhh me in my ear.

You belong to me, Don't you Babygirl, you whisper softly in my ear.  When I hesitate a moment you push two fingers up my cunt while the palm of your hand is right on top of my clit.  You chuckle as you feel how very, very wet you have made me.

Oh, Baby, you are so wet for your Daddy.  You are such a good girl.

Yes, Daddy, I am yours, I say, as I anticipate what could possibly come next.

Your cock has grown and you are sliding it between my thighs slowly and it comes up between my pussy lips and back out between my ass cheeks.  I am still floating, not fully awake, enjoying the feeling of your strong body and your cock moving back and forth between my thighs.

You've made Daddy's cock hard Babygirl, and now you need to take care of it for me.  It's for your own good. You need to learn how best to please your Daddy.

As you slowly pump in and out between my thighs, you constantly bump my pussy hole and my ass.  Your cock is full of my juices and I am so relaxed, as your cock grazes my asshole again, and stops at the tight opening, you say, What is this, Baby?
It's my bottom, Daddy.  
Slowly your cock trysto make entrance into that tight space.

As I squirm to remove it, you grab me more tightly and tell me, You're my good girl, Daddy needs to fuck you like this, Honey.   And slowly, inch by inch, you work your big cock up my asshole, and tell me what a good girl I am when I voice concern.  And then you are there, your cock up to the hilt in my little bottom hole, and you are fucking my hole gently.  I am so turned on because I've made my daddy's cock hard and he is very happy with me.

Daddy, I want your cum in my ass!  I want you to fill me with your hot cum!  I am arching my back so my ass is angled for maximum penetration for your cock and you thrust and thrust and I can feel your cock as it shoots it hot load up my ass.  
When you are done, you kiss my neck and you tell me that I should keep that cum up there for as long as I can...

When we got back from the grocery store that morning, he announced that today was the day to clean the house since we had no plans.  Now, when he said cleaning the house, I never knew quite what that meant on any given day.  Was I going to just do just plain-ole dusting, vacuuming and mopping, or was I going to do those things while he told me exactly how he wished them performed.


   "Go in the bedroom, lift up your skirt, pull down your panties and lean over the bed, while I put away the groceries" he said.
 
    Damn, it wasn't going to be plain-ole, it was going to be his version of cleaning the house.  (That would be me cleaning and being off balance mentally cuz I never knew what was coming next.)

    "Yes, sir, I said, rolling my eyes as I left the kitchen.  He made me wait in the bedroom with my skirt up and panties riding down on my thighs, with my getting-colder-by-the-minute ass raised, awaiting whatever was his whim.  The anticipation of not knowing always got me a little nervous and kind of got the blood pumping through my body, which, of course, he knew full well.

    As he walked in, he started talking to me softly.  (Ah, the soft voice means some pain is coming my way.)  "I know you rolled your eyes when you left the kitchen...and don't try to deny it, bad girl, so we'll deal with that first.  Smack, smack, smack, Ouch!  He had brought in the wooden spoon from the kitchen, how appropriate..NOT!  Ten smacks to my quickly reddening ass, and I was profusely begging his pardon!

    "Good girl," he said as he softly rubbed my bottom.  "Now, reach back and spread those red cheeks for me."  Quickly I did as asked, 10 smacks was enough to get me to behave.  (I'm so easy!)

    I could feel the coldness of the lube against my ass and I tightened, knowing what was coming.  He told me to relax or he would not be happy and he would just put a bigger one in there first.  So I did and he slowly worked a smallish plug up my ass, pulling it in and out, teasing me and quite enjoying himself.

    When he had it firmly seated up inside me, he helped me up and then lean down and pulled off my panties, telling me I didn't need those while cleaning.  He brought me a pair of heels to wear with my skirt.  Not too high, he's not THAT mean, lol...no, really!  Then he went to my dresser and took out the bra he had given me that had holes so my nipples would stick out through them and had me put that on and then a tight white tee shirt over that.

Memory from long ago.

It's twilight and I'm in the dining room.  He is busy in the kitchen cooking for me tonight and I am setting

the table -- place mats, silverware, plates.  As I am placing the napkins beside each place, I look up and

see myself in the gold-framed mirror on the wall and blush.

Naked from the waist up -- well, not really naked.  Earlier, he had unceremoniously pulled off my top and

pulled my breasts out of the soft cups of my bra, so I was still actually wearing the bra, but my tits were

now sitting high and firm, exposed for him to do whatever he wished.  I actually felt more exposed this way

than if he had taken my bra with the top and he knew this.  I did not have to tell him this, he could read

my emotions from the blush that came over my face whenever he did things that I found exciting yet had me

feeling vunerable and exposed at the same time.  He so loved to make me blush and thought of ways to produce

this telltale feature often.

As I was standing there daydreaming, he startled me by appearing behind me suddenly and saying, "Hands."  I

put my arms behind my back and grabbed my elbows.  Moving in closer, his hands came around me and he played

with my breasts while watching my reaction in the mirror, pinching, pulling, twisting my nipples until they

were sensitive and erect from the both tender and rough attention.  As I started moaning, he abruptly pulled

his hands away and I felt one big, warm hand on the center of my mid-back applying pressure.

I leaned over until my face and chest were resting against the cold wood of the dining room table.  Slowly

he raised my long skirt.  While in his house it was always a skirt or a dress.  Heaven help my ass if I ever

showed up in pants.  (I did once, but that's another story!)

As he placed the now raised skirt on my lower back, I felt his hand at the top of my panties.  Another rule

of his -- panties.  He said he liked the layers, they provided anticipation for both of us, and it was like

opening a present.  So I was always in panties, unless he had me naked.

Once the panties were down to my thighs, he wasted no time in heating up my very white ass quickly and hard,

as he held me down by the back of my neck.  Just as quickly, he stopped and up came the panties, down went

the skirt.  As he pulled me up from the back of my bra, he grabbed my hair and putting his mouth to my ear,

he growled, "Mine!"

As he walked back into the kitchen, I looked up into the mirror at my disheveled hair, puckered nipples and

handprints on my tits and felt the burning heat coming from my ass, I thought, "You got that right, Daddy."

Before crawling to the cage, I knelt in front of him and watched as he opened a drawer in his desk.  He pulled out my collar and leather wrist cuffs.  Talking softly to me, he quickly put the restraints on, then clipped the cuffs together and connected them by chain to my collar.  He always talked softly to me when binding me in any way.  He could chat about anything -- the weather, how his day was going, some hint of what he was planning for me.  He knew it calmed me, helped me focus on him and nothing else.

When he was done, he brought his hand to the back of my head, and pulled me up until I was eye level with the crotch of his pants and roughly rubbed my face against him.  He was already semi hard and I was getting wetter just feeling his cock and balls through his pants against my face and breathing in his essence.  As he turned me around to crawl to my destination, I realized how hard it was going to be...not so much crawling as sliding with my elbows and my face rubbing against the hardwood floor.  I could hear him behind me unbuckling the belt he was wearing with his pants. 

"I don't have all day, Baby.  I still have work to do," and soon he was smacking my ass with that belt, getting me to move faster.  Seemed like that damn thing was twenty feet away, what with my elbows starting to hurt and my ass starting to burn from that dreaded belt, but in reality, eight feet...not so much. 

As I reached it, he came to my side and opened the door.  I could see that he put a few folded up blankets on the plastic ground...he IS such a sweet dom!  As I was almost all the way in, he told me to stop and stay still.  I could hear him walk out the door and it gave me time to think about what was happening.  I was bound, naked except for my boots, half way in my dog's kennel with my tits and face pretty much flat on the floor and my ass sticking out of the cage doorway up in the air like some kinky ass slut!  Oh, yeah, that's me...

But I was starting to panic a bit because I had never been enclosed in anything and wasn't sure if I could get my mind to not trip about the idea.  As he came walking back in, I started talking, "Sir, please..."
He shushed me as he walked up and squatted down by my ass.  He rubbed my reddened cheeks and told me how pleased he was with how I looked in the cage and how much he would enjoy working for the next while knowing that he could look up and see me as he placed me.

As usual, his talking and petting calmed me right down.  It was then I felt the cold wetness against my asshole and then the beginning of something hard trying to work its way in my tight little ass.  I could tell it was not my usual plug because it wasn't going in easy.  I thought it was that one I bought on an impulse at my favorite store because it was this swirly blue color...but it was bigger than my usual and had a wider base so when it was seated it stretched me out more.  I had only used it once and for a short time.
He reached in and pinched and pulled on my left nipple, which got my mind off my ass for a few seconds, and when I relaxed, he started slowly fucking me with that plug until he got it seated all the way in.

At this point, I was both uncomfortable and excited.  I felt so full with that plug that I was a bit distressed.  On the other hand, I was bound with my ass in the air in a cage and he was closing the door and telling me to keep that position until he told me otherwise.  And that plug might have been larger than I'm used to, but I am a bit of an ass slut and pretty much always masturbate with a plug in, so I wasn't about to complain!  (Of course, it wouldn't have worked and would have gotten me in trouble.)

I moved my folded-up, not used dog kennel yesterday from my bedroom to the office.  It started me thinking of other ways to use it now that my dogs weren't puppies anymore.  I had thought about it from time to time already.  Coming home to my lover working in the home office, noticing he had the kennel set up and sitting on his lap and asking him what he had it up for.

"Me," he says, while he grabs hold of a handful of my hair above my neck so I can't look away.  "I'm going to be stuck here for awhile, I thought I'd like a little entertainment, plus I will know where you are and that you are not getting in any trouble."

On the one hand, I'm thinking, "Crap, I'm not sure I want be locked in a kennel at his mercy when I could be on the internet or reading or shopping!"  On the other hand, "Hmmm, I wonder what he's got planned?  Is it going to hurt?  Duh...will it feel good too?  No doubt!  Besides, just thinking about being put in a cage, most likely naked, for his enjoyment, is turning me on.

He has me stand and strip as he watches quite intently, which he knows makes me feel vulnerable and a little embarrassed -- and he loves that-- and it also makes me wetter and I'm starting to experience that letting go of myself feeling and losing my control bit by bit.  I am wearing below the knee boots with spiky heels and he decides that I should keep those on.  For some reason, I feel MORE naked with shoes or boots on than without when he is sitting and staring at me.

Once I am done, I stand before him and put my hands behind my back (not because he expects it, but because if I didn't I'm afraid I might cover myself out of nervousness and That Would Not Be A Good Thing!!)  As I cast my gaze to the floor, he reaches up and pinches my nipple vicously.  "I want you to look me in the eyes always if you are facing me, unless I tell you otherwise.  You know that!"

"I am sorry, Sir," I say, looking up into his beautiful and stern-looking eyes.

"We will see how sorry you are later.  Right now, let's see you crawl to your kennel."

TBC

Kind of horny tonight, made up a bedtime story for myself:) 

There was a knock on my door last night.  I had fantasized about him coming to me and here he was in the flesh looking more menacing, yet making me even wetter than in my fantasy.  Pushing his way in, he immediately grabbed my frozen-to-the-spot body and dragged me over to the couch and, with his hand on my neck, pushed me over the arm of the couch.

Raising my t-shirt to my shoulders and ripping off my panties, he put his booted foot between my legs and pushed them apart as far as they would go, before he placed his large, warm hand on my very white ass and told me to ask him...ask him what?  To spank me...for everything he could remember that I had done that made me a bad girl, to give him my ass, to give him my body, to give up myself to his control, his strength, his dominion.

(Tale from long ago)

Getting to know someone.

  It was one of the first weekends I went and stayed with him.  He lived about an hour from my house.  I was excited to get to know him better and for what the weekend would bring.  As he let me into the house, I noticed that in each room that we went through there was an implement just sitting out in a very obvious location where I couldn't help but notice.  A crop in the living room, a paddle in the dining room, a damn cane in the kitchen!  Five pain-producing objects, just placed there I'm sure, to get my imagination running and my heart beating faster.  It was his way of reminding me that anytime, anywhere, it was all  his decision and under his control.

   As I lay my things down on his bed, he went off to take a shower.  I don't know why, but I got this idea, I'll just run around and hide all his toys!  I didn't really know him that well yet and I thought I was pretty funny and I thought he would get a kick out of it.  Well, he sure did!

   When he came out to the living room, where I was sitting, he noticed the crop missing.  He looked at me and then walked around the house, noting that each item was gone from where he put it.  Back he came to the living room and started laughing!  I let out a little giggle myself.  And then he crooked his finger at me, "Come here."  As I walked toward him, he was still smiling, but more of an "oh, daddy's gonna teach you a little lesson" type smile.

  He told me to strip and then motioned me to my knees.  As I knelt down, I was feeling very vulnerable and nervous and very sorry that I had thought I was so cute to hide his things.  He proceeded to have me crawl to each hiding place and get the object with my teeth and hand it to him.  As I handed it to him, he would place my chest to the floor and my ass up in the air and crop/paddle/whip/cane my ass ten strokes!

As I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks after taking 10 from the cane, he said, "Thank you for making this a great start to your time here.  I think this is going to be a very fun weekend!"

He came up behind me as I stood washing the dinner dishes.  He just stood there for a minute and I could feel the heat of his body warming my shoulders and thighs.   As I felt the knuckles of his hand slowly run from my lower back to my neck, I shivered, not knowing what to expect, at the same time as my nipples to tighten as he went.  His large hand turned and moved up my scalp, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.  He bit the lobe of my ear and told me watching me doing dishes with those dish gloves on really turned him on.

By pulling my hair, he turned me around to face him, and I could feel the strength in his body and in his eyes.  He kissed me tenderly, then roughly, then he pulled back and pinched my nipple roughly through my t-shirt while staring intently in my eyes.  When he could smell my arousal and hear my whimper of pain, he smiled his wicked smile and walked away saying, "Better get those dishes done, Brat!"

He so liked to arouse me and deny me, over and over and over again.
I kinda liked him:)