Stareyed

i have an indestructible ass... i can never seem to get those beautiful purple bruises no matter how hard i get beaten. Everywhere else on my body bruises wonderfully but my ass stays creamy

i will get welts and cherry red after a beating but the poof by the next morning they are gone even though the ache lingers

Why is my ass so stubborn?

i was belt whipped forever on Friday night and then had the crop taken to me last night and i am sore all over but no bruises... where do they go? does someone else get them? a confused bruised up person?

i wish i was tied up, so i couldn't move, and then all the bad things that were going to come were whispered in my ear with a sweet hot voice. Then those moments before it begins are even sweeter. i would tremble and cry and as you wipe a tear from my face to moisten your cock it starts.

i wonder sometimes if i am a Disney princess reincarnated in this reality? i am constantly wishing that everyone would break into song, i skip more than i walk and i am constantly walking naively into situations that i shouldn't. Maybe my innocence can be a good thing? It allows me to see wonder in the world. To see fairies in the flowers, sprite in the stars. But is it a good thing? to have that blind faith in people and the world? i really don't know.

i am a babygirl. i really am. No, i don't regress but in me lurks a fragile creature. i love being called babygirl, or princess or little girl. i love Daddy's hands running over my hair and up my skirt. i love being safe in his arms and being over his knee. i love crying out when he beats me for his pleasure. i love screaming "no Daddy please" and then having him stop for a moment, and lower the belt and caress me for a second before his  hand rises again. i love being a babygirl

Dumb Joke of the Day:

Question: How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

Answer: Fish

Bratty Girl: i am a brat, bigtime, i get into really crummy moods and get really snarky and bad. i turn away from Daddy, and fight back. i almost spat at Him once but stopped just in time. He knew what i was about to do and i got the worst look ever. i am glad i stopped. i just want to kick something right now, like a puppy or a baby(jk people chill)

i want to bite Him CHOMP!!! tee hee, i wonder how hurt i would get. i slapped Him on the forehead today in public..i know that's going to come back and bite me in the ass, literally. Sigh, i don't know why i am bratty. i am a lucky girl but still, moods come on and i have these days and all i want to do is stomp, and pout and whine and fight. BRAT.

i  want to kneel in front of a man in a suit. To curl up under a desk and be petted while the busy workday passes. To be used to relieve tension as needed, to be fed tidbits of yumminess as deserved. Sigh, there really is nothing like a man in a well tailored suit, nothing at all

hmmm i am not a techno wizard it appears..so this is my picture disclaimer.. the red marks are always bruises lol or welts

i'm bored..boredey bored bored bored..... do you ever have the wish to do something really bananas? Something off the cuff, maybe a little dangerous..maybe a lot dangerous? I do. I do all the time. I have made promises to the people close to me I will always think before acting but sometimes I have those days that could be seriously improved by rough, dangerous, slammed against the wall in the stairwell by a stranger type fun. i wonder if it's the subspace, the easy slide into it when it is so violent and lovely. When all i can think of is the violation and adoration.  Those fierce moments in life that make your blood race and your mind blank. i am a masochist, the harder i'm treated the more i will pant and whimper. Sigh.. and yet i am still bored, because i could never really do that. Bored bored bored 

i love men with big hands... like really big hands, ones that can cover my whole face and choke me without trying. Ones with think long fingers to make me shake, hands with strong palms so they rock my whole body when they come down on my ass. i love men with really big hands, they make me weak in the knees

Daddy was mad. He took me over his knee last night. i was placed there roughly and my panties ripped down as the spanking began. Hard fast hits rocking my body into his and making me squirm. He held me there, i couldn't move, He kept hitting me with a series of fast hard hits followed by silence, only my whimpers and His breathing. i started begging at one point and crying for Him to stop, He grabbed my neck choking me and told me to shut up and take it. i knew i deserved it, and was silent. Big tears running down my cheeks  smearing my makeup into His pants i kept quietly crying whimpering. i felt Him stop and caress my head for a second and sighed. i thought it was over but then i felt the crop slid between my ass cheeks and knew it had only begun.  As He slid His fingers into me, He seemed pleased at what He found and caressed me for a moment before beginning with the crop. It came down fast and i could feel the welts raise and the heat spread further into me. i knew it was going to be a long night then. i love my Daddy, i love Him so much.

i love the feeling of hemp rope.. i love how it just burns a little as it slides around me locking my calves to my thighs and making me legs spread open.  i love the feeling of my arms being stretched above me and hearing the click of the hook as i am placed for his pleasure. i love the feeling of helplessness as i watch his belt slid out of the loops, hear the hiss of it as it escapes and lingers in his palm. i love the sting of the first lash on my pussy,making it swell and redden, making it wet and creamy the more he slaps it down. i love how gentle he is for a second as he checks me, sliding his big long fingers into me and then tasting my juices as they run down his hand. i love that quiet still moment as the gleam rushes into his eyes again and i hear his zipper being pulled down.

Last night i woke up to a hand over my mouth and a hot breath in my ear. "Shhhh babygirl, it's just Daddy. I'm going to use you babygirl, just let Daddy use you for his pleasure ok?" I must have nodded, eyes bright and confused. " Good girl" He stroked my hair as I felt my panties being pushed aside and my legs being opened. When I stirred he told  me to be quiet and still. It would be over soon. I felt him push his way into me and begin the fuck me. His hand was still over my mouth and His other hand pulled down my camisole and played with my breasts casually. I stayed still and quiet like one of my stuffed animals on the bed, just a hole to be used and enjoyed.  He flipped me over and fucked me harder. He hands choked my neck if I whimpered or made a sound. "Shhhh..babygirl,  you want to make Daddy feel good don't you? You like to be used by Daddy don't you little girl" I nodded again."Good girl, now hush, this isn't about you" He fucked me and fucked me, manipulating my body into the positions he wanted and then having me upright on his cock like a puppet bouncing up and down and up and down. Finally he pushed me off of him, and i sighed and curled up to sleep  when i felt his finger slid into my ass. "Daddy" I whispered. "Shhhh, babygirl, it will all be over soon." It wasn't.

Cold today, i'm lying here all broken and chilly under mountains of blankets... no, you pervs not broken from fun but with a sprained knee. I was trying to outrun a storm in 4 inch heels and i failed. Sigh... even the masochist in me is not enjoying being hurt like this. i am a bouncy dancey type person.... booo, pout,whine.... on days like this i wish i had my own sub. Someone to take care of me and just eat me out all day ... hmmm

waiting..waiting.. hearing things being set up beyond my vision..always makes me nervous. That hard hand on my neck as he steered me to sit where i am now. Hearing his belt come out of the loops, be folded and placed down. All very scarey. 

i'm horny today. i want to get used and fucked hard. i don't want it to stop. i want to have one finish and another begin. i want to be tied down and taken again and again and again.

i had a conversation with someone recently and it made me think... so here is my random list of things about me so this way if we chat you can't say i didn't warn you:

-i can put my feet by my ears

-i can fit my fist almost entirely in my mouth

-i make porn star noises when i ride someone reverse cowgirl without realizing it

-i love pixie sticks

-i shop for clothes when i am blue

-i own 55 pairs of kneesocks and fishnets

-i am a giant exhibitionist and love taking photos and video and sending them to random strangers so they jerk off to me

-i hate camming and just because i hate camming it does not mean i am a dude, feel free to contact those who know me to validate but pressure tactics just make me lose my bonor for you (bahahahahahahaaaa sorry couldn't resist)

-my Daddy is not cuckold. If you knew Him you would laugh your ass off to even think this. He has girlfriends and relationships same as me and is the best Daddy i could ever ask for. We are poly not a cuckold couple. Learn the difference or bugger off

-i will never relocate. so just stop asking

-i want to see your picture and if you make me beg for it i will walk away. i freely give photos and video to you, you can show me some respect and show me your face without being a douche about it

-i am a very nice girl but i can be a huge bitch

-i do not sub for just anyone that talks to me. The process of finding someone is one i take seriously, i am not interested in doing what you say right away simply because a) you haven't earned it b)i am not a desperate simpering weakling that will cower just because you have read a book or watched a movie about bdsm

-i am insatiable. i could have sex easily 4-5 times a day or more

-i love a man in uniform...like seriously love it. Especially navel or any officer but seriously boys...i love it..boots and all

-i have a giant soft spot for tall blue eyed blond boys..mmmm vikings...

-my favourite kind of play is consensual non consent

-i am Scottish and yes i have freckles, even one little on on my pussy

-i have crazy cock sucking skills, just sayin

that is all i can think of for now. kisses! ;)

Hmmmm just been given permission to go away for the weekend with someone or go to see someone and spend the weekend with them. i've never been given that much freedom before..it should be interesting.... so who wants a weekend houseguest? i bake and cook and am tidy..and well i am me ..see above for more details :P

i think i am more fragile than i appear, or maybe it just me that sees myself as strong? i know i try to be brave but often i end up feeling like a little girl trembling in her bobby sox while a big dog growls at her. i am sensitive but i dont think that is always a fault but it allows me to be very nurturing. i can usually read people well, and i always try to heal or mend what i find if it is there, if not then i try to build and appreciate. i think i am a strange girl too. i feel sometimes like i am throwback to a different time where men were allowed to be men and women were allowed to like that. i enjoy pampering people i adore and finding special ways to make sure they know they are loved. i want to live in that perfect Pleasantville setting sometimes, but there would be a secret, and like a firm hand on my ass it would always make me smile. what else am i? i dont know, many things and nothing i suppose. i am a goof, and i believe in fairies. i like cartoons and love coffee like it is heroin. i used to collect comics and still have them all. i lived abroad until i was 7 and i think it changed the way i see people. i am a babygirl but i dont regress, i just have a bratty 13 year old in me at all times. i hope one day to have all my secret fantasies fulfilled, but doesnt everyone really? i am rambling...i tend to do that too...and chatter when i am nervous..

 i haven't been here in awhile ... but i am checking in again..