I’m sorry I haven’t written much lately but Daddy and I went on vacation to Washington DC and then I was sick for a little bit.
The weekend started for us on Friday morning when Daddy came home. It was around nine when he got here, walking in with his cargo shorts and rolled sleeves on his button up shirt and freshly shaven face. I walked to him and buried my face into his chest and pushed up on my toes to kiss him. (oh his perfect lips)
He still had conference calls all day so I took my freshly made tea and my lappy (laptop) and curled up on my chaise while my son decided that watching cartoons and playing were more fun in the game room than watching mummy and Daddy. It was then that he came over to me. He put his knees between my legs and leaned into me.
And we kissed, the kind of kisses that make my heart stop. mmmmm. I ran my hands over his strong body and told him how much I loved him. He grinded himself into me and I moaned loudly, touching his cock through his shorts. Unbuttoning his shirt he got harder as I stroked him.
He moved off of me quickly and we both squirmed out of our shorts as fast as we could. He climbed in between my legs again, pushing his cock into me quickly. Taking my breath away in a way that only Daddy can do. He pushed my legs up, putting them up on both of his shoulders, grabbing the arms of the chaise. Pumping into me and hitting so perfectly on my spot. I didn’t last long at all, I came for him over and over.
One orgasm rolled into the next and he knew what he was hitting and didn’t plan on stopping till he filled me with his sweet cum. My breasts bounced out of my low cut tank and I played with them and twisted my nipples as he came in me. The power of it, shooting so far back into my womb making me orgasm again instantly.
He pulled out of me and walked around to my side. I slid my mouth onto him, tasting our mixed juices. My whole body felt alive and I definitely knew that Daddy was indeed home. My cheeks had their natural blush back and my breasts felt perky again. I was on top of the world, and Daddy had put me there.
Before the sky went dark I had made Daddy cum four times. And that night was my night to have Daddy’s touch and love all over me. All Daddy needed to do was hand me my blindfold. This was my night to be tested. To be taken to my limits. This was what I wanted, for him to take me to a new level of where I could crest over subspace into something glorious.
I laid on my belly, with my face into the pillows. I had told him I wanted him to take the flogger to me in a new way, still letting it spread, but letting it create more of a fire underneath of my skin. Daddy started on my back. The flogger never hit once in the same exact spot. It did spread out, and it created the most intimate pain I have ever felt. He took it to me harder and I could still feel fresh pain on the last before the next hit. I know that he was doing them fast. But in my mind, and how they hit, it was in slow motion. My skin came to life.
It went to one side of my back, then to the other and then the middle. Proceeding to my bottom, the sensations flooded my head making me swoon. I was his little girl, his sweet little girl in the subspace he had made just for me. It took me to peaks when he went to my calves almost taking me out of subspace with the pain, but when he went to my feet it put me right back in and made me all the more his.
Next his favorite little evil strap went to me. And I was so deep into subspace that it didn’t take on the pain that I was used to from it. It brought me to something else. Every time the strap hit my skin there was pain that sent rushes of chills over my skin and through my body. The evil thing had become pleasurable in a way that I thought would never happen.
The only time that the strap had peaked me out of subspace from the burn was when Daddy had come to my feet. There was the pain that I had remembered all along. As it wrapped around with the curve of my feet I knew that the tip would make my tears come. Ten hits on each foot, and the tip wrapped around and hit the top of my feet and there was no possible way that I could take more than the ten given.
The paddle, oh how I hate that thing. It hit my back. The damn thing covered me with its round shape. Daddy covered my whole back in red with it. And I bit into the pillow and took it (thank Goodness I have a ball gag now, poor pillow) It then was taken to my bottom, oh how I felt the waves of pain being swept over me.
I did cry out our safety with the paddle. I peaked too high out of my daze and was in danger of not being able to stay in subspace. I was his, I curled into my Daddy. To be his little girl is my greatest pleasure in life. He soothed me, and held me the way that only my Daddy can do. Thank you Daddy. Thank you.
