One to love, one to play

Day 23 of 30 days of pleasure and naughtiness.

Yesterday was a good day I think. Overall Daddy and I took the boys to go eat at Joes crab shack and then to the movies to go see Captain America. Later on however we had Michael over. When I walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom they were both laying on both ends of the bed, with one nice spot open in the middle for moi. As I climbed into the bed between them I rolled to Daddy and Michael came closer to me as I was kissing Daddy and stroking his cock Michael took my hand that was behind his head and placed it on his already stiff cock. Daddy and I continued kissing as I was stroking both of them Michael moved from beside me to on top of me. Sliding himself into me Daddy played with one of my nipples and was sure to still be intimate with me as Michael pumped inside of me harder and harder till he came and collapsed on top of me. Sliding out and instantly replaced by Daddy sliding into me. My whispers to Daddy, telling him how thick and how good it feels to have him inside of me.

Daddy was fucking me, making love to me, taking my body and manipulating me as I got ready to cum on Daddy he asked if he should let me cum and I smiled at him through my pleasure. I shook my head that I didn’t know. As much as I love him denying me I hate it when it happens. But when my back arched to climb up to that orgasm he denied me. Stopping his pushing into my spot so that I didn’t orgasm, and I had just started tasting that sweet taste inside of my mouth. As I climbed up to that again not knowing if he was going to let me cum he actually pulled out until my back laid down on the bed again. I begged for Michael to come over to me, to kiss me. He kissed me quickly, And I couldn’t quite remember when he kissed me for the first time two weeks ago if we had kissed while Daddy was making love to me. Thinking it could be awkward I asked him to get on top of me, to straddle my face and slide himself inside of my mouth.

As Daddy pushed into me Michael’s cock slid between my lips, in and out. Daddy leaning up to see me sucking and moaning, he finally let me cum. My back not able to arch all the way I orgasmed, came and then squirted all over Daddy’s cock. Not stopping there but doing it again, and the full rush to my head made my mouth stop moving on Michael and he slid out of my mouth and rolled onto the other side of the bed to get a drink as Daddy drove himself into me, holding my legs where I love him to and as I begged for him to cum inside of me my own body tightened getting ready for another orgasm as Daddy squirted his seed inside of me. He then moved below me, licking at my clit as I moaned sweetly for him.

Daddy laid beside me and I curled into him for a few minutes to let him relax, Michael went down on me and started licking at my bits. Daddy and I looking down together – had Michael not realized not only had he himself came in me, but Daddy had too? The minute he had pulled himself up from me I moved to Daddy and went down on him. As I did this Michael started fingering my parts, my pussy swollen and reluctant to open for him. As I got up on all fours to suck better on Daddy and offer myself more to Michael, Michael laid on his back and started liking my pussy as Daddy was looking down at me. My pussy was leaking on his face a little, so he moved to where he could tongue my bum and I moaned while I sucked on Daddy. I was quickly realizing that his tongue was my favorite part of him, sharp and fast I liked the way it felt on me.

I moved off of Daddy and stayed on all fours till he came from behind me and made love to me again till he came inside of me again. I moved into him, the way we do. My bum up against his cock and his head against my neck I moved myself against him till he knew my signal that I wanted him to nibble on me. Last time both Michael and Daddy had bit on my neck, but this time we agreed that only Daddy would do it. Daddy bit into me as Michael watched in fascination, again and again biting into me till I said our safety word. As I saw stars on the fourth time he whispered into my ear telling me he wanted to draw blood. We have never been able to do this as much as I love the idea, and so does Daddy. But the pain gets to my threshold and we have figured out that him doing this and playing with my nipples only aggravates me and won’t let me get any kind of enjoyment out of it. Two more times he tried to get my skin to break just a little under his bite. Michael asked if he could try and we both shook our heads at him.

I laid on my belly next and pushed my bum up for Daddy. Last time, Daddy taught Michael to use our impact play toys and it was different and we didn’t do it for very long and I was very squirmy. This time Daddy was not taking any brattyness from me and I had to stay still for him as he got out the paddle and the strap. Daddy reminded Michael how to use each on my bum and where. But Daddy instructed Michael that he was only allowed to hit my bum and nowhere else as Daddy had plans to do other things. They switched back and forth trading both toys and when they had traded for the second time Daddy started to hit my back each time stopping when I said the word that it was getting too hard, then giving me a breather and trying another toy on me. Daddy has started to enjoy the marks that he can make on my skin. Where as before when we started I think it was more for my benefit to make me a good girl and get me to sub space now he was starting to enjoy it on his side too and that made me very very happy. Daddy took the paddle lastly to all over me and told me not to clench. Michael watched my reactions and made sure that he was understanding what reactions were un-helpable from my end and what was deliberate. Daddy had me turn over next on something that I hate to do. I did what I usually do, which was act like he wasn’t serious. Knowing he knows how much I hate instruments taken to the front of me. His face was straight and not wanting to take my bull. I turned over and he waited till I took my hands of my breasts to take the strap to them. On one level I know the lovely bruises it makes on them because my bum nor back bruises at all. But he did it until I could no longer take it and then went between my legs. There was no way that the newest thick strap would go between my legs so he took the paddle and used the handle of it to my clit and lips, each time soothing it with a kiss, and doing it again. Knowing well that each time he would kiss and lick my clit would come out more from the lips protecting it from the hits. They got stronger and worse till I could possibly no longer take it and Daddy kissed it one last time. Michael knew he could not participate in this and knew that there were lines of what My Daddy could only do to me and no one else. I am very glad he understood that.

Overall it was a good time and I know it will be happening more often than it used to and each time it gets a little deeper and we share more with one another.

EPIC – little girl giving in to control

The morning after, still floating, sipping good coffee.

Day 14 of 30 days of pleasure and naughtiness.

There was a hockey game on tv. But that was the last thing on our minds. We had had ice cream cake and had put the little one to bed. As he tapped the mini keg and put it in the fridge and I had grabbed one of my own beers. Normally we might have made cocktails or he would have made a 7&7 but this was a game night and us both being Pittsburgh fans it’s a silent understanding that you only drink beer on that night.

He had seen my tumblr and he knew that little girl needed someone to take control. I needed spanked, to worship his cock and feel little and totally out of control. It wasn’t long that after sitting on the couch he asked me to go over his knee and I looked at him as he told me again. Normally I would have tried a power struggle with him as most times I don’t do well with sudden commands. But I am getting better at it.
I put myself over his lap but this time instead of draping myself over him to where it was very uncomfortable, I put my head on his leg on his distant knee. I kissed his leg and instantly it was more of an intimate moment. He started off with a few and they ranged in strength till he reached his hand down to my freshly shaven pussy to feel how wet I was. Damn slut that I am, I gave myself away. The smacks that continued were not easy ones. But Daddy did it in such a rhythm that there was a smack to each cheek, then a second of rubbing my pussy and clit. Daddy did this several times in a row till he knew I was soaked. Only seconds from squirting all over his lap.

Daddy got up to get a refill on his drink and grabbed the washable marker he saw I had left out after coloring with my son. He drew things on my nipples. Laughing as he wrote ‘bite’ above one and wrote something else below my neck line. Then he told me to get up on the chaise. There again, another second of hesitation. Looking from the chaise to him. But my brain stopped and I went over to the chaise and obeyed. Knowing this night was about nothing else but giving me what we both needed. I needed to make my brain give up.

My pussy was soaked from him spanking me. He slid into me perfectly. Oh what a release it was just to feel him enter me. My brain letting go to udder bliss and my orgasm shaking my body and gripping onto his cock. Then working my body for his mind and needs. My body wanting him to put his seed into me. He had my right leg on his shoulder and my left was wrapped around his waist as his head went back and he groaned in pleasure as he filled me with his cum.

He got up and I licked around his cock, cleaning our cum off of him and he went into the kitchen for a refill as I noticed that I was still nursing one beer. Unusual for me. But I was ok with it. I knew our evening was no where near ending. I went to go into the bathroom but I stopped before I reached the door, he only watched me silently. I stopped and closed my eyes. Asking Daddy if I was allowed to pee. He told me yes but followed me in and tore a strip of paper off and got down on his knees. I looked at him as I chewed on my lips in worry that I would be able to pee with him so close to me. But when I was about to let go he told me no, that I was to open my legs so he could watch. In my mind there was an immediate battle. I knew that I should let him see, that I should be a good little girl. I asked him not to touch me or he would make me stop. I spread my legs, and closed my eyes and tried to let go. It came out so slow and my eyes were squeezed shut so hard. But when I finished I looked at him nervous again as he wanted me to push out to him for him to wipe me. It was so unusual for me that I couldn’t help but give him the funniest look. After, washing our hands and going back out into the living room.

He told me that he would like to cum again when we were in the living room. I moved slowly, my body in bliss and my mind fuzzy as I was on my knees licking and sucking on his cock.  With my mouth on him he got harder but not completely. I tried to work my magic on him. Moaning and pushing myself down again and again on him sealing my lips tighter on the shaft of his cock. He looked down at me and told me that he had to pee and asked me if I would like to take it right there. I asked him if we could do it in the bathroom and he nodded a yes to me.

I was still slightly hesitant but I got slowly down, and he offered his cock in his hand. An action so small. But him holding his cock out to me makes m melt and immediately wet. My Daddy Dom… I wrapped my lips around him and sealed them right where I needed them to be able to swallow quickly. It only took a second for him to start and I was right he went quickly. But Daddy always has a lot of pee and after a good ten swallows and not dripping any, the taste changed. I tongued the tip of his cock and grunted as he took his cock out of my mouth and finished in the toilet. Telling him that it tasted differently he told me it was ok. I was secretly proud for taking his pee as I had not done so in a very long time and we had both mentioned missing it earlier in the week.

He turned around and opened the closet and took out the tools needed for a good impact play and I whimpered as he took out the new impact toy I had bought from extreme restraints. I had hoped I was only getting a nice and good hard flogging but as he grabbed several things I walked out of the bathroom and put myself on all toys on the chaise. Thinking in my head to give up, to let him take control. My Daddy totally capable of taking control for me and knowing what’s best. (Been a long time coming)

There was two smacks on each cheek up in the air and I was expecting the worst. I thought for one foolish moment out loud, oh that’s not that bad. Then he told me that it was just the paddle as he flung it onto the couch. Now was the new object. Kind of like a folded in half belt but much thicker and with a handle. There was hits to each cheek. Not ramping but experimenting. I hurt badly and I wanted no more of it. I cocked my head and looked up to him but he told me two more… why was there always two more? The next two I think were meant to cross both cheeks but when he brought it down flat like that the brunt of the hit was put into the end of it, hitting my right cheek. I gasped and flattened my body. Breathing hard as he walked over to the pile of things.

The flogger came down on my back. Hard hits, not spreading the ends out but it still felt so good to have it on my body. The one tool that I always feel more of a connection and a release to. The hits had no direction. But soon Daddy let the tails spread out on my body as they hit and I rose my body to him. Like a cat does to a long stroke I rose my back and bum out to him. I can only imagine that he smiled.

He asked me to turn around onto my back and felt my pussy and how wet it was. Then bringing his hand down on my pussy I closed my legs trapping his hand. He looked up at me with a look I knew all to well. It was pure reaction. I felt bad as I opened back up my legs. He did it again three or four more times. And then I asked him. Can you please take me to sub space Daddy? I told him that I was half way there and the pussy slaps were nice but they were keeping me from hitting that goal. He looked at me and I couldn’t understand the look. He told me to roll back over. I was sure that I was in trouble.

The most amazing thing happened then. He started hitting me with the flogger but lighter. With direction and purpose hitting each of my body parts one at a time. An order only in his head. As he moved around my body he got the slightest bit harder with every round. Ramping me like we have ever done before. It was the most amazing thing that I had ever felt before.

I don’t know how much time had passed but I started to worry about Daddy started to worry that it was tiring him out. But my brain told me to hush and to just let go. I gave in then. With his hits getting so hard my body had needed it. I started to soar and more time passed. It felt like I was in a dream. Then out of no where pain started to register. I was still very deep in sub space but I cried out the safe word.

He let the flogger fall and looked down at me telling me he was so proud of me. You could hear it in his voice. Asking me if I had enjoyed what he did and I told him that it was the most amazing thing that Id ever felt in my life. That I was soaring. It took a minute to get up. It registered that we didn’t use restraints or blindfolds or anything. I just gave in to him. I was so happy.

Daddy sat down on the couch then and told me that he would like for me to lay on the couch and put his cock in my mouth and rest there. Cock worship, just what I needed. I crawled over to him with a smile on my face and asked Daddy if I could have a drink. I took a few swigs of my drink then. And laid down on the couch and nuzzled his cock happily. I took him in my mouth and hummed on him with my happiness and he reacted immediately. After all he had said that he would like to cum again. It didn’t register to get off the couch and get on my knees. I was too far into sub space.

He stroked himself when I pulled my mouth off of him to breathe. He ordered me to get his phone to take pictures but I had the camera out to charge it earlier so web I handed him both he said he would just use the camera. I laid back down as I had before and got him wet as he took pictures. He had wanted to cover my face. So he stroked with one hand while I watched him greedily. I closed my eyes just in time as he came on my face. Most of it going near my cheek and eye but the last of it going into my open mouth. Almost like a reward. He told me to stay still as he took pictures.

Later he asked if I liked when he came on my face. When I asked him why he asked he told me that he remembered me telling him before that I didn’t like it. I smiled at Daddy and told him that he’s different. – Still drinking coffee. Have some boobs. Lol.

All roped up

Daddy and I have had rope in the box for a while, two very long lengths of it. I have been getting into it. Looking up on how to tie properly, how to store it properly, how to bind but not bruise so bad. Craving for it a night or two here and there. Wanting to see the marks on my skin that the rope leaves like the red marks that cover my skin after a good impact play.

Daddy had seen the pictures, I had sent them to him. Like a woman leaves hints about getting engaged, I left the laptop open on certain pages, emailed him pictures. I wanted him to tie me up and have our impact play. He knows how much I squirm and sometimes I don’t even mean to as much as I really do. Most times I know how badly I really need it.

We put a blanket over the top of the coffee table and had me get on my hands and knees and he started tying each part of me down. And he has let me put my ball gag in before he has started this and silly me tries to tell him how to tie with it in. Hah! I get told to hush as he continues to tie me. I struggle against my ties but thats just me. And then he gets out the flogger, my love and hate relationship with it. I feel its sting on me and I love the feeling as it spreads on my skin. My back and bottom. I know Daddy knows how much I love the floggings, but today he doesn’t stay with it very long.

He slides the smooth leather of the paddle over my skin and I shake and try to move away from it. NO my mind thinks to itself, no I’m not ready for this, go back… you cant possibly stop the flogging just on my back and bottom. But Daddy has other thoughts and as I try to talk through my gag he starts with it. Making me swear at him making me whimper and purr when he touches the reddened skin. Then he does something I detest, he rests the paddle between my cheeks and tells me not to let it fall and steps back and takes a picture. Making my face flash bright red. Humiliation in its worst. I’m softly cursing at him now badly

I don’t remember him taking the strap to my skin. I do know that then he went to his hand. Artfully telling me that he remembered me saying on my tumblr on how some little girls Daddy made her bottom so red from his hand. I don’t know if I would call what I got then a spanking. It was stronger, with the meaning of him getting my bottom just as red as the other little girls had been. Between smacks he feels if I am wet but my mind is working more than my body, my mind making it worse than it really is. He finishes with two large smacks, one to each cheek. The ones that make me scream and tears instantly streaming down my face and I uncontrollably sob. He told me one cheek had a definite hand print but at the time they both hurt the same.

I will not go into detail on this part because I don’t like it. It’s not something that I want to do alot of. Daddy had picked up some cloths pins. *chills* He wanted to try it. My opinion was nothing but the word no from the go. But we have always said that from the start that we would at least try some things that would be new to us. This was borderline crazy to me.

I almost posted more pictures, but I just cant do it. *holds breasts in hands and closes up legs tight* Not doing it anytime soon, caused more mental damage than good.

 

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.

Giving me exactly what he knows I need, Part 2

You can see the bruises on my breasts in this pic from the paddle in this story of Sunday morning. But what a wonderful morning it was.

Waking up close to him, feeling his arms around me is the most amazing thing in the world. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, his hands cupping my breasts and one of my legs in between his own. My own personal heaven.

I feel his cock against my ass and I move myself against him, his fingers find my nipples and pull hard on them. Moaning, I arch my back to bring my neck to his mouth. he bites me hard and sucks on the skin in his mouth, making me squirm and push against him harder. My eyes flutter again and I fall into somewhere between consciousness and a dream as he puts his hand around my neck again. My breath stops and I sink into his grip, only listening to his breath in my ear. I want to fall deep, to let go, but I tap on his hand.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and I lay on the bed still, now at an angle to where my head is where his body was. Feeling the heat come off of the bed and still feeling so submissive from the night before. He walks to my side of the bed and reminds me that I had told him in my sleepiness that his smacking me in intervals of 5 was not giving me the pain and the sting that I needed. So now he was going to work on me, and it would be in intervals of 10.

He tells me to roll on my back as he places his hands on either side of my hips, he tells me that he will use the paddle on me, as well as the flogger, and end with his hand. He goes to push himself up and his hand finds the o ring gag that we had intended to use the night before that is still laying on the edge of the bed. He turns it over in his hands as he tells me to spread my legs wide. I spread them, bringing my feet onto the edges of the bed.

He takes the leather strap side of the gag and brings it down perfectly hitting my clit. My eyes get big and I look at him in awe, how in the hell could he have hit that spot on? He smiles and I see that he is pleased with himself, and he tells me to spread my legs wider. I give a small whimper as he does it again, then taking it to my nipples, hitting them perfectly. I bite down hard on my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as he hits my nipples and clit perfectly with the strap.

He knows how tender my breasts are, he tells me that he’s going to smack them, and I dare not to say no, but I shake my head. And instead I feel the hard leather of the paddle rubbing on my breasts. He rubs it on each one, teasing them, and then bringing the paddle down on them hard, once each. Then setting that down, he talks to me gently between my hard breaths and closed eyes that he is going to smack them once each with his hand, and that its going to be hard. I know his hands, how perfectly large they are, and how strong they are. I face my head into the bed as much as I can as he asks if I am ready. I get out a squeak but that’s good enough for him. He smacks my right one first, not giving me too much time to think and then he hits the left.

He moves down to my pussy and teases me with the paddle, taking the handle of it and caressing my lips. I whimper again, he knows I hate that damn thing, and yet at times I want it so badly. He slaps it against my pussy lips and my clit and it makes me let out a soft sob. He instructs me to roll over onto my back and I take my time, going slowly, knowing whats coming next.

First he takes the cuffs out for my hands and he puts them on me with just enough squirm room, but not enough to be able to take my hands out. Then Love takes the flogger down me, hitting my back several times, letting it fan out, then taking it to my ass. I love the heat the flogger brings to my body, savoring the stings just as he takes it down my ass to my legs. All the way down them to my ankles. I want him to take it to my ass again, to feel it sting me there. To close my eyes and melt into the stings. But that’s not whats happening this morning. He has something else planned.

He lays the handle of the flogger gently between my ass cheeks as he grabs for the paddle. He tells me that if the leather strap on the end wasn’t at the handle of the flogger it would be perfect with the ball at the end to stick it in my ass to hold it while he paddles me. Instead he asks me if I would like to have it in my mouth because I think that he has seen me biting into the white bedsheets when the flogger really began to sting.

Placing it in my mouth, he takes the paddle to my ass. I count in my head as he smacks each side. Each side of my ass getting ten smacks and I whimper and sob and bite into the handle of the flogger as hard as I can. he hits my thighs and I give a louder sob as I remember what kind of bruises the paddle left on them last time. He either sees or feels me tense and tells me that he would switch back to the flogger but he thinks that its still in my mouth. I fling the flogger with my mouth to the side of me, and I twist my body quickly so that my bound hands grab some part of it and fling it in his direction as he laughs.

He takes the flogger to me a couple more times so that I can enjoy it and then he takes the gag again, and the leather strap hits me. It makes me grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. He then takes it down my legs, then brings up one of my feet and hits it once. I react quickly and bring my foot back down out of his grip and he smacks my ass hard, making tears fall down my face.

He tells me to keep my feet where he puts them or it will be double. He brings up my right foot and hits it with the leather strap. I don’t even count the hits in my head, I just wish for it to be over. The stinging on the bottom of my feet is new and I begin to bite into the sheets again. He quickly goes to the other foot and then lets me relax for just a moment, then brings my right one up again and takes the paddle to it. I bite harder into the sheets and sob as he takes it to both of my feet. I don’t even register the quick moment that he throws it down and takes his hands to them for the last hits on my soles. I just wish it to be over in my head.

He rises up and tells me what a good dirty little girl I am and tells me that he is going to spank me now. That I will receive ten smacks on each cheek and they will be hard, and then it will be over.

I cant tell you which cheek he smacked first, I know that he said if I moved I got ten more. And now I wonder if he really did want me to move. All that registered in my head was immaculate pain, and me thinking, no… screaming in my head for it to be over. When it was he put things away and I turned on one of my sides after he took the cuffs off of my hands.

I remember asking him if I could cuddle up to him and I remember him telling me ‘ of course baby ‘. When he laid next to me I curled into his chest with his arms around me and I cried. I actually cried when I curled into him. Letting out everything. If I would have been able to I would have curled myself into him till I went underneath his skin. It was a pure moment of intimacy and emotion and love.

To the love of my life… you are wonderful and I love you dearly. xoxo

Being a Tart

Yesterday started off a My Love coming home from a week of being away. He came home and our little one was still awake and not on his nap. So we made out, several times. And then my little one curled up to me to let me know that it was time for him to go down, that he needed a nap. Gently taking him upstairs to bed I laid him down, and he was off to dreamland.

Coming downstairs I saw My Love in the kitchen. He backed me up against the wall, taking my mouth, telling me he wanted to spit in it. (Something new that we had been talking about for almost a week now). I moaned, yearning for him. And he began to ask what His dirty little girl wanted. And I felt like being bad… very bad. I am on my monthly so he cannot have my pussy that is yearning for him. I tell him that he has to take my ass, and then I squeeze myself away from him telling him no (the forbidden word) and run upstairs. I can feel the tension in the air. And it is still very early in the day.

Coming downstairs I have the lube hiding behind my back as I quickly squirm out of my shorts and climb on the couch. Smiling as coy as I possibly can as he comes over to me, and asks me what I would like. I tell him that I would like to suck on his cock. Mmmmmmm! He asks me if I would like to do it where I am or if I would like to do it in front of the sliding glass doors. I always get shy when he asks or tells me to do something like that in front of the doors or the windows. But secretly inside my heart races and I take off everything but my light pink thong.

Going in front of the sliding doors, I take his cock into my mouth. Taking him as deep as I can, feeling the head of his cock enter my throat. Trying not to gag as much as I need to. Feeling my eyes water I take his cock out of my mouth and look up at him. A small tear beginning at the base of my left eye. Taking him back into my mouth, slowly, letting my tongue flick on the underside of his cock. Feeling him get hard in my mouth, enjoying the feeling of him being in one of my favorite places.

Then rising in front of him, I go to the couch – taking off my thong, putting a little lube around the outside and putting my ass out as I kneel on the couch. (have I said all this time he is on a call via blue tooth for work? tee hee) Feeling him enter my ass… taking me, pushing his hard cock all the way inside of me. Me begging him to fuck me, to cum in me. Calling him Daddy…. yum. To make it easier on both of us, we move to the chase. Which lets me put the front of my body down. And lets me relax more. I talk dirty to him, as he pumps deep into my ass… and within seconds of him entering my ass on the chaise I cum… *chills* Begging him to cum in me. Begging my Daddy to cum in His Dirty Little Girl. His slut, HIS whore. And much to my pleasure, he does. A smile spreads on my face even now.

And an update because you really don’t know much about me as I’m new to this blogging community. I have never had an anal orgasm before My Love. Never! This being totally new to me, I love love love to have this experience now. So new to me in fact I can count how many times I have done this on one hand. (so far)

Later on in the day I felt feisty (to say the least). Tee hee. I was doing some scrapbooking while he was hard at work and I had to get the ruler out of a drawer in the kitchen. And My Love was in the kitchen, and so I saw a wonderful opportunity of swatting lightly at his wonderful ass. And immediately he turned around… his eyes intense… asking for the ruler. My heart jumped a beat and I ran past him into the dining room. And as he sits beside me, neither of us are quite sure what I did next to really deserve it, but our little one was in the game room and I handed him the ruler.

My Love asked how many he thought I deserved, I said three. He said twenty five. I said five, he said twenty. And we settled on fifteen. I took my shorts down, thong still on and counted for him. One… two… three… fifteen. And I’m not sure why exactly, prolly how he was doing it, exactly where he was doing it and how perfectly it hit, but it felt amazing. One of my first moments of bliss thinking why did it have to stop.

The day went on… and on… My wonderful Love and we ordered dinner. He okay’d me answering the door for the delivery man in a bra and my shorts. Thank goodness because I was at first going to go with no bra and the delivery man (rather, a boy) didn’t look more than nineteen and had no interest what so ever in my body or if the sky was purple with neon green clouds.

The eve-

My Love used his wonderful skills and made us martinis while I took our little one to bed. I slipped into a tight red lace teddy and snickered to myself as I sneaked “the box” down the stairs and set it lightly around the corner, as I intended to be bad, and took the black leather paddle out. But he met me at the stairs and kissed me. And much to my dismay, saw that I was hiding something behind my back. He inclined to see what it was but I think he already knew, and then he peaked his head around and saw that I had in fact snuck the whole darn box of toys down. Everything we might need for a night of fun… (cept the o ring gag thats coming express ups today)

Not too much later, I was being naughty, and he threatened my worst fear of him taking the paddle to my breasts. (yipes) but went and got our whip also and had me choose where I would like it. I chose my pussy of course, where I knew I could take the most since he knew I wanted his hand so badly on my ass… and knew that he wouldn’t give it to me right away. The whip on my pussy hit once, and I counted to one… and I counted to two… and three… and up to nine. And then he stops… and asks me how old one of his children is and like a twit, I say one… and the counting begins back at one.