Reminded

 

We have begun really training my tight little hole. I have begun to find pictures of women with a nice plug fitted in to be one of the most erotic things. But there is one really big thing I know when I have one in. Whether I’m told to sleep with it in or have one in, or I do it on my own.

I’m reminded. I’m reminded of how full he makes me feel. Of how I am his, fully, every single part of me.

I am being stretched. I start out with the Ryder Tantus plug and wear it for a little bit and then slide in the icicles plug. Hard and heavy it opens me up like only a cock can. But with one in, I feel a blush on my cheeks. I smile more. I remember how I am his. There is nothing more wonderful.

When we first were together it used to be a struggle. He used to try so hard, not wanting to hurt me because Daddy wanted my body to submit willingly. So we bought our first plug, shiny, metal, not what we were looking for. So I researched, joined the Eden community and learned more. I learned about my body and I learned about toys in a way that no other site had showed me. I wanted what was right and safe for my body.

Not exactly a learning plug by any means, we purchased the Ryder. We learned that after me snuggling it in between my cheeks he was able to enter me with only a little problem because he is so thick… Months later we purchased the Icicles plug. Glass, so pretty and so hard and smooth we had to try it. It took a long time to work in and we ended up not doing anal that night but instead made love and I slept with it in. I liked the curves and how it warmed with my body to make me more comfortable. Not having any give in the material it was different walking and I decided quickly that I didn’t like it and didn’t want to use it anymore.

January sneaking up, 3/4 a year after buying it I slipped it in under Daddy’s instructions and found that it wasn’t that bad. It was a hard fit getting the head in because there was no give in the material. But it was decent. Daddy had me work in a new dildo in my ass, something with give and instructed me to wear the glass plug after and it went in right away. Week after week I worked on it and worked on it.

Today when I switched my Ryder out and put the Icicles plug in there was little trouble at all. And I loved the full and heavy feeling. I felt like Daddy was closer. And I enjoyed the feeling of it all.

Daddy has me enjoying three different positions doing anal now and taking things much easier. I now beg him to take me harder and grip my hips. I’m happy about that, and proud, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your amazing

Day 21 of 30 days of pleasure and naughtiness.

I do hope you forgive me that I am not using a new picture but this one seemed rather perfect for what I’m writing about today.

The day was rather boring, and I have been melancholy and not feeling well lately. Around noon I decided that I was chilly (it was 90 degrees outside, and even though we have central air it wasn’t that chilly) and came upstairs and put layers of clothing on. Sweats to be exact, along with socks. Those of you that look at this blog or my tumblr prolly have noticed I don’t like socks. AT ALL. – Did I just go on a rant? Yes I do think that I did. Sorry about that. -

Anyways, after 4 Daddy was in the airport sitting waiting for his flight and I decided that I would like to play. I also thought that maybe I would be able to spice up his wait of him sitting there just sipping a drink. I told him that I was going to play and had taken off my layers and was hiding in our bed. I asked him if he would like to choose what I use and where, then asking if he would like me to use more than one thing. Daddy liked choosing. He told me that I should use two things. Whether they would be vibrators or anything but no plugs. I was a little taken back by the no plugs but I liked what path he was going down. He asked me if I liked being full as I sent him a picture on his cell of both of my holes being filled with a gag in my mouth and sitting in a crowded airport he could see the little picture no doubt but agreed with me that he liked our new little game. I closed my eyes, imagining that he had me collared and leashed. Pulling me closer and closer to him till I was nuzzling into his cock I moved while the black toy was in my bum and joe was in my pussy, moving back and forth rocking, then moving up and down a little finding my spot and rode it out. The chills going from my waist out to my toes and up to my head I shook and screamed out Daddy’s name. I texted him and told him that I was cumming and we both enjoyed what I had done. I slipped the toys out and finished my day till Daddy would come home.

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Running down the stairs to answer the door with Daddy on the other side I welcomed him with a comforting hug and then resumed kissing him, pulling on him. Feeling him get harder and harder from kissing, rubbing my body against his own. His dress cloths on, his perfectly tucked in dress shirt being tugged on and pulled as I grabbed at him. Pulling him with me up the stairs then onto the bed.

He took off my pants and socks and took off his own clothing, but not climbing on the bed with me, but going down on his knees and licking gently at my clit. At first I thought he was just going to tease me, just going to get me a little wet and enter me. I wasn’t overly sensitive yet and I had been wanting him to go down on me. To treat me. And Daddy did, he went down on me. Pulling on my clit softly, licking me, feeling my body shake and rumble as an orgasm approached. But he didn’t just stop there, he took me to another. My body shaking and gripping his arms. I was so in bliss from having him lick my clit and pussy that I wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me.

Rubbing on me with his cock, letting it slide in and out of my now swollen lips getting harder and harder. Leaning down into me. Kissing me the way that he does where his tongue circles around my own, our kind of dancing. Pushing into me and making me gasp. The room was dark and he kept lowered down and into me. nibbling at my breasts and kissing me gently we made love in the dark with the moon shining on his face. Whispering to one another as he looked into my eyes and sat up on his knees as he rocked me into an orgasm that gave me chills all over my body. Squeezing myself on him till I knew he was close and he lowered himself down further to me and I felt him release. But not so much in a hard way, if possible, putting so much into me that… I’m actually not able to find words for. But it was like time slowed as my pussy gripped him again and came on him as he was squirting his cum inside of me so deeply.

After, I laid back on the bed and was in pure bliss of my body being treated like his princess. So perfect, not too hard not too soft. Just perfect. Just like he knows my body sometimes needs. He knows me inside and out. My Daddy.

Oh my, that… feels really good

Daddy was home for a good solid week and we had a few hours before we needed to go pick up my laptop from being fixed. He tossed me onto the bed, climbing in after me. Spreading my legs with his knee, that look of passion in his eyes. His million dollar smile on his face, the one that makes me want to melt and orgasm all at once.

Feeling his hard cock going straight into my pussy I moaned and arched my back for him. My lips wet from pulling them into my mouth and biting on them. His hands holding my legs, gripping them right behind my knees as I swirled my hips feeling him enter me. My hands on my breasts, pulling on my nipples, pushing my breasts up to my mouth to put my teeth on my nipples just the way he likes. My hands still squeezing my breasts as my body started into waves of deep pleasure, my eyes rolling back, feeling him cum into me.

My eyes slowly opening to look up at him asking him if he had to pee. His lips curving in a wicked smile as he went into the bathroom coming back in with towels in hand. Three large towels going under me on the bed. So into bliss and giddiness that we didn’t care about going onto the floor. He slid his cock back into my cum filled pussy and closed his eyes as I held my legs up and closed my own.

Feeling the pressure and breath coming quickly out of me, amazed and shocked from the pressure. His warm liquid filling me, feeling my pussy expand just a little, trying to keep it all in. Then the shock of it pouring out of me. Flowing down my sides and ass, moaning with pleasure. My orgasm to something totally new and wonderful. Moaning his name as he finished.

One of many new things to come. But something so wonderful, we will definitely be trying again. Hope you enjoyed.

Daddy keeping me in suspension

On Friday Daddy went to the home improvement store and got some things for us to have some special new fun. He put three large eye hooks in the game room ceiling and made me a spreader bar… yes my Daddy made me my spreader bar, thou we think he will make me a longer one now that we see how far it really goes. Cause the cuffs can swing around (no matter how tight they are on, tee hee). Its so pretty and shiny… wanna see?

Daddy played around with me at first, teased me, spanked me, licked around my ball gag. Oh yes I had one in. He circled me telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves his little girl. Making me feel as wonderful and as special as possible because I was a little uncomfortable being in this new position. I was not able to hide any part of my body at all and I was extremely nervous. I wanted to be able to hit sub space and make Daddy happy but I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to.

When Daddy wanted to get more serious about the playing he started with the flogger, feeling me out. But it wrapped around horribly even thou he didn’t take it to me as hard as he could have. Every time I tried to move or pull away (thou I could only move my body an inch or two) being bratty Daddy threatened to open the blinds on the double glass doors in front of me. And because I was blindfolded he even pulled on the chain to open them and I heard them swing open and held my breath till they closed. Swinging around I found it very difficult to stay in my heels and I was going to definitely hurt my ankles if I kept it up so I had to get Daddy’s attention. But when he took the heels off of me the cuffs on my hands were definitely too high up and he laughed at me and said that I had better stay on my tippy toes then. Grrrr Daddy.

Daddy then teased me with trying to decide on a number and I was gagged so of course I tried to sputter out trying to tell him five, he then had good fun of course knowing what I was saying. But being the silly little girl that I am I opened up my hands, trying to let him see that only one hand was open and I was wiggling it around frantically. And Daddy laughed and said ‘Oh you want fifteen?’ to which I growled at. I whimpered and kept my hand open to the five and fake cried and whimpered for him some more so that he would understand. He then said nine and I shook my head, I didn’t think I could take nine hits to each part of my body. Daddy then reminded me that he wasn’t going to be able to hit my feet so I should take the nine and be a good little girl about it.

Daddy took the strap to my back, then my butt, hitting around at my thighs lightly and then my breasts and belly. He didn’t take this as hard either as he would have normally but I think neither of us were sure how it would do since when it hits it wraps around the body part and its pointed tip bites into the skin harshly. I wasn’t laying on anything that would keep the strap from wrapping around as much as it liked. I definitely felt the tip more prominently on my sides and on my lower back. However when he took it to my bottom I think it was harder for him cause he is able to hit my bottom better with a short toy when I lay down in front of him. There is still a spot that it marked below my right shoulder blade closer to my side. But Daddy took pictures for you, and yes my skin is that white. I don’t tan, I freckle.

After the strap

Then Daddy took the paddle and my first of many tears came. But I was determined to take all Daddy gave to me. I wanted to take every sting and every hit to take me to that place of subspace where there was only Daddy and me. I remember Daddy teasing my breasts, rubbing the paddle’s leather against the soft roundness of my both my breasts. Then hitting them once each, hard but not too hard. Immediately taking each of them into his mouth, soothing them, then being the Daddy Dom that he is, biting down and making me jump. (inserting another grrr Daddy here)

Finishing up on my front as fast as he could to get it over with (for me) he moved around to my back. Taking the paddle to each of my cheeks once then to my back, making red round circles of pain covering every inch of my back. Even hitting my sides making my body twist, pulling on my restraints, biting down into my ball gag and softly crying. Daddy waited for my body to come back to the position that I was in and centered his attention to each of my cheeks. I sobbed as he finished the last of many hits on my cheeks sucking breaths in around my ball gag.

After the paddle

There are times that after Daddy finishes with the paddle that he takes his hand to my body, knowing that sometimes I crave it. Knowing that it is his touch and not a cold hard instrument. Sometimes he only spanks me, ranging from one to five extremely hard hits. My finale and his little gift to his little girl for not saying the safe word. But he walked around me, taking pictures and telling me again how pretty I am, and how happy he is that I am his. He set the camera down and ran his hands over my breasts.

SMACK! A hit came to each breast, thankfully not quite on center, but enough to shock me and make me suck another hard breath around my gag. Tears flowing freely from the fresh harsh pain searing my skin. Walking around me again to my back he covered every inch where the paddle had hit with his hand. He moved his hand from the top of my shoulder blades to my spine, down me and taking a short second to center himself to get the best angle. The last of the hits came to my bottom, centering them on each cheek. I kept my mind on the number of hits, trying to last. Screams came out of my throat and around from my gag as tears streamed down my face under my blindfold running down to my chin and falling onto my breasts. I dislocated my jaw, pushing my gag out with my tongue feeling it fall and hit my leather collar around my throat.

After his hand

Daddy carefully took off my blindfold, kissing my lips and face, unbuckling my gag and my thick leather collar. Touching me with love and care. Taking each restraint off of my ankles and then setting it aside. Lowering the ropes, taking the wrist restraints off of the hooks and carefully taking them off of my wrists. Guiding me over to the couch, laying me down in against the pillows, kissing me, covering me up with a blanket, kissing me again and telling me he loved me.

Once again we had tried something new, something together. And he did it all in love. He brought me up the stairs to the living room and let me lay on the chaise and I told him my back hurt the most and he rubbed and caressed my back. I have no idea how long, but my skin was soothed in the most intimate way as only Daddy can do.

An orgasmic weekend with Daddy

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.

Brat for a day

Generally in a week I have two brat days. Usually they are Wednesday and Saturday, and I have no idea why. When Love was here a week ago it was a wed. and I woke up in a instant bad mood. I tried I really did.

Through the whole day I tried to think of things that would make it better. But alas, nothing worked. On a wed. when Love isnt here, its a cleaning day full of things to keep me busy mentally and physically. Comming downstairs I found that I felt unusually lazy so I crashed on the chaise, then the chair in front of my lappy next to him.

Love tried to make conversation with me and I started to frustrate him as well. I said the word ‘no’ twice that day. Both times cringing when I did so. Being a brat (tart as Love calls it) and knowing I am is somehow three times worse. And when the day came to a close I was mentally waiting for Love to tell me to get on all fours on the chaise.

Late in the evening he told me to go to the chaise. He wondered out loud if he should cuff me and being my honest self I told him that I know that I wont be able to stay still for him, that I know that I will fight him. And I had never really fought him before so I had no idea how it was going to be. But the fight was in my eyes and I just couldn’t stop it.

While he cuffed my hands I fought and squirmed, he put the o-ring gag in my mouth and buckled it behind my head, and let me fall face down in the pillows. This was the first time I had the gag in my mouth like this. All I have to say is if your up for biting into something a o-ring gag will not do anything but hurt, bad. I fought harder and harder, jaws clenching and like an idiot I hurt myself. With my jaw clenched and me squirming the hard o-ring went into the gums behind my teeth and I pretty much screamed. He took the gag out and I really tried my best to tell him as nice as possible that it actually had hurt me, bad.

He un-cuffed me and I didn’t think but glared. I was on my first drink of the evening, taking a small sip of it I knew that it wasn’t going to help. I just needed broken. Love then told me to lay on my back and he cuffed me again, tying the cuffs to the chaise so that I would not be able to move down and off the chaise. He asked if I wanted my blindfold and I shook my head yes. I can’t tell you how many hits to each body part there were, either 5 or ten at a time. They came to my breasts, belly, thighs, and to my calves.

The pain to my calves was new, and now thinking back I know I should have started to behave right there. But of course I didn’t, I only struggled more, pushing my heels down into my beloved chaise.

Him, seeing that I was putting my pressure on my thin heels began to unbuckle them. Sitting them aside he moved his attention to the tops of my feet. Oh the horrid pain that ensued. I don’t know which spot I would have preferred but my calves definitely didn’t want the pain on them either. I struggled more and more and refused to give in to tears.

Finally he told me that I could roll over. There is more pleasure than pain when I’m laying on my belly. Feeling the flogger spread out and hit all over me is so calming in ways I myself don’t understand. The strap next, the pain being ramped up slowly finally breaking through my bratty shell. The strap hard on my skin, finishing me and I cried, saying our safety word.

He un-cuffs my hands gently, and in my struggle my blindfold had already come off. Letting me roll over he sits next to me. Telling me how id I wouldn’t have struggled so much it wouldn’t have been so bad. Knowing this already I glare at him as he continues to talk to me. And as fast as it left me the brat came back. I didn’t want told what I had done wrong, I only wanted to be told that I was a good girl.

He set his jaw hard and I saw the sympathy leave his eyes. He told me to lay on my belly again. I glared at him again and laid down. There was no ramping of hits now. There was only hard punishing pain to be felt.

My willpower caved again, crying continuing. And I said the safety again after he had worked down my body to my feet. I had enough, I was a blubbering pile of what is sub. He quickly and quietly put everything away and put the box back. I went to him then, curling into him. And we talked. Once again being the loving dirty little girl to him. My love for him so strong.

That day I needed to struggle, to push his limits, and once it was over I felt so much better. His once again.

Saturdays are always the hardest

It’s a Saturday and Saturdays are always the hardest days when he isn’t here. And really I have tried everything to be ok today but somehow someone or something gets through my shell and tears my safety walls down. But through it all I always have you, even if you’re not here. I am the luckiest woman alive.

I’m your little girl, sub, girlfriend, baby, future wife, and baby girl. Your my Daddy, Dom, Love, boyfriend, future husband and the love of my life. Thank you… Thank you for loving me like you do. Like only you can do.

I love you.

Another night of me yearning

Me this morning in my jersey

I wrote this last night for Love while laying in bed…

Tonight all I want is you. Your taste and touch, just plain you. I have plenty of toys but tonight I could not cum. There was a million things wrong. Tv, sound, no skin to skin, taste, touch, width of the toy wasn’t big enough… I could torture you and continue but I won’t.

Finally three positions and several toys later the rabbit made me cum. And figure this, I actually sweated trying to cum. Something I never hardly do, especially during playing or making love. Sweat is super sexual, but its never been a ‘me’ thing. You sweat and I love when it drips off of you and falls onto me. So sexy, it brings chills to my skin even now sitting here at the table.

While cumming I also screamed your name, again something new. Then in an immediate whisper I said, “Daddy, thank you”. (I had txt’d you asking to play after all, so it was your gift to me) My breaths unsteady and body shaking I collapsed. And again wished for you. Feeling myself after, thinking I had to clean up, and there was hardly anything. I had hardly came, and definitely didn’t squirt. One would think hearing me scream like I had I would have at least squirted.

Immediately I knew the problem. My needy body and actual sore breasts were telling me I needed you. What I would have gave to gave you touch me tonight… For us to make love and for me to taste your cock afterwards, the wonderful taste of our cum mixed together. I would lick it all off before falling asleep gratefully on you. My lips wrapped around your cock, feeling your skin all night long. Belonging to you in every way possible.

Writing this, this morning, has made me want to curl up on your spot on the couch and lay there for a while. Thank God I get to hear your voice today. How I need you so.

Something I can’t get out of my mind

Not really us but a good idea of how we are

I am thoroughly tired, but I keep reading over this, and thinking of how sexy it is. Hope you think so too.

I want you
Yes! I will take you and have you
Mmmmm, yes please Daddy
I will spit on you and spank you
OooooOOOoooooo, yes please Daddy I’ve been bad
How?
Played with the e-stim b4 u were home, and for being a Tart
Mmmmmm – yes you have been bad
Mm hmm, and spit in my mouth and on my face when you take my pussy
Yes i will, calling you a slut
Mmmmm, your slut Daddy
Yes
Mmmmm, your slut needs you, craves you
Yes she does
Have you spank me. and have you spit on me, and take me, and cum all over my pretty face
My dirty little girl, my slut, my whore, MINE
Mmmmm, yes, forever. Daddy… you make your dirty little slut so happy
I’m glad, what will you do for Daddy then?
Beg for you to cum on me
Mmmmmmmm
And drink your pee, every drop
Yummy
Fall asleep with you in my mouth
Yes
And wake you up with me sucking on you. Ride you and squirt on you. And tell you what a dirty little slut I am till you cum deep inside my womb
Mmmmm yes!
And anything else My Daddy asks me to do. And I’ll be very still when I get punished. I’ll make My Daddy very proud of his little slut
Mmmmmm – I love you. You make Daddy proud
I love you too!

Yes Daddy… Please!

This weekend is Daddy’s weekend, his birthday weekend. And he is coming home… yay! I took some pictures for this post today and asked Daddy to pick one, he liked this one. The shoes in the picture are one of two new pairs Daddy bought me on our vacation. Daddy’s so good to me.

I have a list of wonderful things that are going to happen this weekend.

- I get to suck on him… alot; I get to have him piss in my mouth again (I love this so much but can never finish it all but this time I am determined to); I am going… not ‘try’ but… am ‘going’ to piss for him; I get to have him cover my wonderful face in cum; I get to be spanked by him ;I get to fall asleep with his cock in my mouth again; and I get to wake him up in the middle of the night with my mouth, and continue to do so until he’s hard and I get to ride him till he cums deep inside of me.

Such a nice little schedule don’t you think? I think so. The name of this weekend is Yes Daddy… Please! I get to please him and nothing pleases me more than getting him to cum anywhere he likes in or on me. And I love that I get to fall asleep with his cock in my mouth again. Somehow its so relaxing, knowing my place, my favorite place to be.

And watersports, my new favorite. Mmmmm, I can hardly wait. The near thought of him sitting near me and telling me he has to go to the bathroom is making me bite and suck on my bottom lip. I get to be used by him. Yum.

Another thing pleasing me today, making me smile. Something happened yesterday and it happened when we were in our hotel on our vacation two weeks ago. He said that I was his and he owned me. Now from the start I loved hearing that I was his… him making love to me and telling me that I was his made me instantly cum. I loved it. But back then thinking of being owned… I didn’t like it. Now, after hearing it (twice) it gives me that same flutter, that jump in my chest.

I’m owned… by him.

Mmmmmmm. It makes me purr.