Wanton Wednesday: *%#$!& cloths pins

Daddy and I played and for the first time he wanted to try cloths pins. This picture was taken and then they were immediately removed. I pushed out my ball gag to cuss at him. Do you know whats the craziest? The pain might not have even been as bad as I made it but I was afraid of them because, *shakes head* its dry wood. No moisture, it soaks in moisture. Like someone with dry hands, I wont shake hands with them. I will nod instead. So I told Daddy if he would like to play with them again he needs to wet them with water. To that I have no aversion. It gives me the creeps even writing about it.

Here is the pic.

Wanton Wednesday, see who else is playing.

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.