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.

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.