Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! We’ve made it to yet another Friday and yes, yet another poll awaits us! This week’s poll has to do with orgasms, which is a topic that I’m assuming we all think very highly of! ;) Now, Heather B is running a poll about frequency of orgasms on her blog Satisfaction Through Calefaction (which I highly recommend you check out, if you haven’t done so already!), but our poll is a bit different. This week, I’d like you to think about the longest period of time that you’ve ever gone without an orgasm. Have you been denied by your Master/Mistress for days, weeks, or months at a time? Have you been unable to achieve orgasm for a variety of health or hormonal concerns? Are you a masturbatory fiend who can barely make it 24 hours without popping one off? You get the point! :) I’m looking forward to your responses (and am rather curious to see where the majority sits on this one…).


As far as last week’s poll about sexual practices that we were curious about but had yet to try, it was a tight race from the very beginning. You were allowed to provide multiple responses, so the possibilities were endless and, at least in this case, the end results were pretty even. Bondage/rope play and multiple partner sex edged out the field with 31% of the vote each. These were closely followed by filming your sessions (30%), fisting (28%), figging (27%), D/s or M/s experience (27%), tattooing, piercing, or branding (25%), and spanking, caning, or paddling (25%). A few brave souls – 6 of you, to be exact – selected “all of the above” and 2 of you hadn’t tried and weren’t curious about any of the options listed.

It seems as though some of us have some lofty sexual goals for the coming year, don’t we? :) Let’s have some fun, folks! Thanks for your participation!

On Having My Ass Licked

As some of you may remember from another post, I wasn’t always a big fan of having my pussy licked…but Daddy turned me into a believer! Yet today’s post has a completely different tone altogether because it revolves around having my ass licked…and I’ve always been a big fan of that!!

Before meeting Daddy, nobody had ever licked my ass and I wasn’t sure what the fuss was all about. I mean, rimming? Tossing the salad? Why would I be interested in that at all? But then he did it…and I mean he really did it. On one of our first meetings, Daddy turned me over on my tummy, propped me up on a pillow, and went to town on my tight little hole with his adept and darting tongue. Oh sweet mercy… After forcing me to cum a few times like that, I was more than sold on having my ass licked! More please???

Last night, as we were getting ready to go out for dinner, Daddy decided that he wanted an appetizer…(*wink, wink, nudge, nudge*) Although he had just gotten out of the shower, I had already put my dress on, so Daddy helped me take it off, along with my panties. He escorted me over to his side of the bed, handed me the magic wand, and instructed me to hold it against my clit as he gently bent me over the bed, face-down. Bent over, ass exposed, feeling oh-so-vulnerable, and with the wand’s intense vibrations coursing through my clit…ahhhh. And just when I thought Daddy was going to thrust his cock into me from behind, I felt him spread my cheeks apart and his wet little tongue began to explore my hole.

I moaned in ecstasy, craving release as he licked, circled, flicked, and probed my tight hole with that wicked tongue of his. He ordered me to cum just as he pressed into my ass, opening me up and making me cry out with lust…damn, he’s good*! (*And by “good”, I mean $%^&*# amazing!!)

Now, I’ve never been one to beg for sex. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it (oh, boy, do I love it!), but rather it’s that Daddy and I have an extremely active and fulfilling sex life and he never leaves me wanting for satisfaction (in whatever form that may take). But having my ass licked by my Master? My Master who loves teasing my back entrance as much as I love being teased?? Yeah, I’m more than willing to beg for that… :)

A Little Advice

Yesterday, one of our readers commented on an early post of ours. She is new to D/s and was asking for advice about how to safely approach a new relationship. After both Daddy and I responded to her question, we realized that we had never written a “what to watch for” post before. I suppose that this is due to the fact that neither of us regards our blog as an advice column, yet if we think about those in our special corner of the Blogosphere who may be new to the lifestyle, then perhaps there are times when some sound advice is warranted. So, in the spirit of sharing and of creating a better, safer community for all of us, here is part of the advice/exchange that we shared with our reader. We hope you enjoy it!

“Hello Babygirl! I am currently speaking with a Dom online and on the phone and I am new to the D/s lifestyle. Is there any advice you could give me to assure that I move into this lifestyle safely?”

To which Daddy responded as follows: “I'll be interested to see what baby girl has to say on this topic.

From my standpoint, I'd say that after talking with a number of submissive girls online, and meeting a few in person, there are many men out there who are... well, pretend Doms is what I'd say. Wannabe Doms. And you want to avoid them for all sorts of reasons. The obvious question is, how do you tell them? A few clues come to mind:

- Talking to you like you're a doormat. You're not. Being submissive -- even being a slave -- doesn't take away your humanity. Any decent Dom wants to understand at a profound level what his sub's or slave's wants and needs are before he can possibly think about denying them. To do otherwise is to put the cart before the horse.

- Disrespecting you in any way. I think baby girl would tell you that while I may slap her, beat her, and otherwise do as I wish with her, I never disrespect her. There's a difference and a Dom who doesn't know it is bad news.

- Expecting you to submit immediately. Any good Dom knows that a submissive or slave worth having is worth working for. We expect the best subs to move cautiously with us and test us to see if we're worthy of commanding or owning them. If a prospective Dom is saying things like, "Call me Sir, slut!" on, say, the first phone call, just hang up and never call back.

Those are some thoughts from my side. As noted, I'll be curious to read what baby girl has to say.

Good luck, and keep us posted, okay? -- Daddy”

And to this I added: “I’m so glad that you’ve found our site and thank you for your question! :) First and foremost, I would like to echo what Daddy has already said – any sort of disrespect or desire to move too quickly into an intense D/s relationship are warning signs and are definitely to be avoided!

From my perspective, there are two fundamental ideas to always keep in mind – safety and honesty.

Safety – Regardless of whether you have found a prospective Dom on a D/s themed website or chat forum or you found him on something as innocuous as match.com or the like, you should always keep your safety securely in mind. Are you giving away personal information that you are uncomfortable giving? Is this person asking you to do things that you are uncomfortable with? (Of course, part of many D/s relationships is engaging in activities that may be difficult for us, as submissives, to grapple with, yet they are always safe, sane, and consensual!) Do you feel that the Dom in question is too eager to control every aspect of your life, without asking for your input or your limits? If so, you may be in dangerous territory! Please use your instincts and protect yourself at all costs. As Daddy said, any Dom worth having is also one who will work with you in order to achieve a solid D/s balance that both of you are happy with.

Honesty – First of all, you need to be honest with yourself about your needs and desires when entering into a D/s relationship. What are your hard limits (things you would never be able to do)? Your soft limits (things that you may not like the sound of, but would be willing to try)? Are you looking for a 24/7 sort of relationship in which all aspects of your life, from wardrobe choices and household chores to sex and submission, are controlled by your Dom? Are you looking for a D/s relationship only in the bedroom? If you’re not sure what you’re looking for or what you’re interested in, please do a bit of research! There are plenty of great blogs out there with a wide variety of interests and D/s dynamics – there are no two D/s relationships that are the same! Once you are aware of what you are looking for, it will be much easier for you to find a Dom who fits your needs.

Also, as far as honesty goes, if you feel that your Dom is not being truthful in all matters or you’ve found that part of his story does not match up with the facts, please go back to my first point about safety. If he’s not being honest with you, he is most likely hiding something and he doesn’t deserve your honesty. You should keep looking.

I hope that our advice has been helpful! Please let us know if you have any further questions or concerns and we’ll do our best to help out! Best of luck in your search!”

Of course, Daddy and I don’t consider ourselves the foremost experts on this subject, but We met online, we have always taken a straightforward, honest approach to our relationship, and it has brought us nothing but happiness! :)

The Great Outdoors

For all you Americans out there, you’re no doubt aware that next Monday is Memorial Day (insert enormous “WOOHOO” here!). For those of you who may not be familiar with the holiday, it is observed the last Monday of May and is widely considered to be the official beginning of summer (insert yet another humongous “WOOHOO” here!)... The Memorial Day holiday tends to inspire many to pursue outdoor activities such as baseball games, barbeques, swimming (when/where it’s warm enough), camping, picnicking, public drunkenness, bonfires, hiking, etc. You get the idea!

Of course, all this outdoorsiness got me to thinking… Can we legitimately include fornication al fresco (a.k.a. scaring the living hell out of Mother Nature with our shameless displays of depravity) among the activities that we enjoy? In all honesty, I have attempted it before, but have never been overly impressed with the results… Sandy bottoms, skinned knees, oddly positioned chafing, over-curious Schnauzers, splinters in the worst possible places…and the list could go on! Am I missing something? Is it possible that fucking in the Great Outdoors is a beautiful thing but that I’ve been doing it all wrong?


Long story short, I would love to hear your opinions about having sex out of doors! :) Do you enjoy it? Is it a novelty fuck? Is it something that you’re planning on doing in the near future? Any input would be much appreciated! Thanks in advance, all!

A Beautiful Blur

I’m still not sure exactly what Daddy did to me yesterday morning…it’s all a blur…but it’s a beautiful blur, to be sure.

As usual, I woke up a while after he did and went downstairs to see what he was up to. He was on a business call, so I let him be and set about catching up on blog reading and enjoying the beginning of a lazy Sunday. In about 15 minutes, Daddy came from the office and I got up to meet him in the kitchen for a big “good morning” kiss…how was I to know how big it would be? He grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled me to him for a deep, long kiss. I could feel his cock begin to harden through his boxers and knew that I would be taking a load of Daddy’s cum in the very near future… Passionately kissing me, he grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it until I cried out in pain, at which point he forced the first of many orgasms out of me.

“Mmm…I can’t wait to fuck my little girl. Upstairs.” He didn’t have to tell me twice, although here is where things start to get a little fuzzy for me…the details have gotten lost among the deep impressions that a hard fucking from Daddy leave on my body and soul.

Forced to my knees. His cock in my mouth. Hard slaps to my breasts and face. Tears in my eyes. “Don’t you dare let my cock out of your mouth, little one.” Face fucked. Gagging but wanting more. More slaps and pinching. Forced to cum. “Up on the bed, baby girl. It’s time for you to get fucked hard by your Daddy.” Daddy on top of me, pinning me down with his body. Knees pulled back as he roughly shoved his cock into my unprepared pussy. Forced to cum. Slapping, pinching, pulling, biting…screaming. Over and over again, in a whirlwind of pheromones and raw sexual energy, he used me to the point of tears only to then hold me tight against his chest and tell me “Daddy’s here…it’s ok, little one.” The juxtaposition kept me off-balance and reeling, which only served to heighten every last sensation of pain and pleasure…

I’m not sure of all the details or even of the things that Daddy said to me as I teetered on the edge of subspace, but I do know that he fucked me harder than he has ever fucked me before. He slammed into me as if he were hell-bent on pushing straight past my cervix and into my womb. Throughout the fucking, he continued to slap and punish my body in the most frenetic yet surprisingly controlled manner I’ve ever experienced. He knew that he wanted to rape me. He knew how he was going to hurt me with his cock. He knew that he would be feverish with lust yet measured in his approach to his baby girl.

I love and need to see this side of my Daddy – need to be reminded of my servitude and rightful place. I evidently also need to be reminded of the fact that pain sessions don’t always necessarily involve a belt, a cane, a gag, or restraints. All Daddy really needs are his hands, his cock, and his words in order to turn his little girl – his property – into a quivering wreck, completely submissive, and content with her place in the world…

Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! This week’s poll is somewhat unwieldy in that there are SO many options for you to choose from (and feel free to pick more than one!)… We’re taking a look at sexual practices that you’ve yet to explore but that you are definitely curious about, so the possibilities are, in theory, endless! I’ve been reading a number of blog entries that deal with the realm of fantasy and dreams, which got me to thinking about a poll that might allow people to express those fantasies. Yes, I know that it’s simplistic and anonymous, but still! Expressing our deep wants and desires, even in a forum as innocuous as an online poll, can be cathartic…and fun! Thank you for your help and participation and have a wonderful weekend! Enjoy!

As far as last week’s poll about multiple partner experiences, we broke a participation record! 66 people participated in the poll, which is 16 more than the previous record of 50 voters (not to wax technical, but that’s an increase of 32%!). Way to go, folks! :)

31 people, nearly half of all voters, had no experience with multiple partners, although 21 of those people would definitely be interested in trying! 20 of you (30%) have tried a multiple partner experience and would gladly do so again and 7 of you (10%) are currently involved in a multiple partner/polyamorous relationship. The least votes came in for those who have tried it but did not enjoy it (5 votes – 7%) or who ultimately did it to please their partner (3 votes – 4%). Although I have my own opinion about our responses to the poll, I’d be interested to hear your comments, if any, about this poll’s results! :) And I wonder if you can guess which option I voted for…*wink* ;)

Checking In

Daddy’s home! He actually was able to come home a day earlier than we expected and, believe you-me, we haven’t let those extra 24 hours go to waste…whew! Between working out (and I mean literally working out, you pervs!), getting some work done, watching movies, cuddling, and fucking like maniacs (there it is…), it’s been a non-stop whirlwind of goodness around our household! Woohoo!

Other than enjoying our time together, I don’t really have all that much to report today…just thought I’d check in with you all! And, now that I think of it, you know, over the past months, I’ve been feeling a sense of contentment unlike anything I’ve ever known. Yes, I am a happy person and have always been so. Although, as Daddy and I like to remind ourselves, we were happy people before we met one another…but we’re so much happier together. :) When two people mesh together perfectly on so many levels – emotionally, comically, and of course sexually – it’s amazing how life can be sweeter than you could ever imagine…

So to make a long story even longer, we’re doing great! Wow, I sound like the proverbial ray of sunshine here, huh? Well, in the interest of keeping in touch with one another in the Blogosphere, I hope to hear from some of you to let me know how you’re doing as well…take care!

R.I.P. Silver Bullet

Well, it finally happened. The silver bullet vibrator that I have had for years finally bit the dust. *mournful sigh* What started off as a little skip or blip in the normally constant vibration quickly turned into a death rattle and was succeeded by a rigor mortis of plastic nothingness. *wiping away a tear* Granted, I don’t use the bullet to bring me to climax anymore because Daddy won’t allow me to do so, but I have been using it regularly in order to exercise my pussy to keep it tight (the vibrations cause my pussy to tighten and clench). Yet this particular toy has been with me longer than any of them and deserves a special farewell.

As a sort of eulogy, I wish to submit the following:

My dear Silver Bullet, you have been with me for so long, it’s almost as if I’ve never been without you. You’ve seen me through countless relationships and breakups. You survived at least five moves and countless hormonal fluctuations. When I couldn’t depend on anyone or anything else, I knew that I could always look to you for support and comfort. You were so tiny, yet so reliable and steadfast – always ready to go at a moment’s notice. You gave me hours and – dare I say – weeks and months of pleasure, and for that I salute you, Silver Bullet. I hope that the introduction of the Hitachi Magic Wand into the bedroom didn’t dampen your spirits or cause you to give up the ghost, my friend, for you are irreplaceable!

So, as you head up to that vibrating heaven in the sky, let me offer up one more sincere and hearty thank you for all that you’ve done for me over the years. You will be missed.

(Oh, and as a side note, please be sure to vote in this week’s poll-->! The Silver Bullet would have wanted you to…hehe!)

On Having My Pussy Licked

You know, I’ve never been too excited about having my pussy licked. (And, by the way, I LOVE starting out a blog post with a sentence like that! But I digress…). There a number of factors that have contributed to this lamentable situation. First of all, I like and need a lot of stimulation of my clit and pussy area in order to have a rip-roaring orgasm. And, frankly, on most occasions a slippery little tongue just won’t cut the mustard. Next, I’ve had to contend with a string of orally-challenged partners…one guy couldn’t find my clit if he had a roadmap and a compass, another thought that any sort of oral sex that lasted more than a minute called for hazard pay, and yet another guy who, despite my urgings to the contrary, had a nasty (and I mean real nasty, and not in the good way) habit of biting my clit almost as hard as he could. Yikes!

So, as you might imagine, getting eaten out has always left me a bit nonplussed, to say the least.

But Daddy, yet again, has managed to work his domly magic and has turned me into a true believer in the power of effective oral pussy pleasuring. The man deserves a medal! Let me give you a little glimpse into what I’m talking about…

With my knees pulled back and my pussy spread wide open, Daddy kneels between my legs and gets right to work…his firm, insistent tongue darting into my tight slit and flicking my sensitive little bud. It’s like he’s starving and the only thing that will satisfy his deep hunger is a mouthful of my juices…and he won’t stop until he’s had his fill. Grabbing the vibrating wand, he’ll push it against my wet little hole and hold it there while he continues to assail my clit with his needy tongue. The combination is divine…but he doesn’t stop there! Pulling the wand away for a moment (and this is my favorite part, by the way), he’ll take a finger or two and slowly push into me while continuing to savor every last lick of my pussy. As he finger-fucks my tight cunt and overwhelms my clit with stimulation, he knows that I’m on the edge and he’ll keep me there until he’s good and ready to make me cum.

When he finally orders me to cum, the release is nearly perfect…and I am reminded, once again, of the fact that Daddy knows exactly what he wants from my body and knows exactly how to get it…

36 Hours Later

Well, Daddy is gone once again, and in the wake of his short time at home, he left his little girl fucked, pleasured, sore, and always, always wanting more. I miss him terribly so and wish that I could have had at least one more day alone with him… But on a brighter note, when he gets home later this week, he’ll be here for at least a week and most likely more!

The final orgasm total for our 36 hours together came to 4 for Daddy and 20 for baby girl…and it probably would have been more had Daddy not been feeling under the weather last night. Whew! We certainly enjoyed ourselves, didn’t we? ;)

I suppose my favorite part of the weekend (although it’s always hard to pick!) was when he took me from behind…god, it felt amazing to get used like that! Daddy usually likes to be on top of me when he fucks me, but on this occasion, he ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I knew what he wanted to do and I was thrilled!! Although my preferred position (although it’s never up to me!) is when Daddy is on top of me, looking down on me, and owning me with his stare, I’ve always had a soft spot for getting impaled while on all fours. The way Daddy’s cock slams against my cervix while in this position is as painful as it is pleasurable…and I can’t get enough of it once he starts pounding me!

Right before he put me on my knees, he had been playing with our Hitachi Magic Wand (damn, that thing is good…) and pushing me to orgasm for him over and over again…this, of course, makes my pussy almost impossibly tight and Daddy knows it…and loves it…a lot.

As I waited on the edge of the bed, ass thrust in the air, face pushed down into the comforter, and with the wand pushed against my throbbing, over-stimulated clit, Daddy assumed his position behind me. It was hard for him to enter me at first because my pussy was clenched like a closed fist, but he eventually prevailed and forced his way deep inside of me… He gradually increased pressure and speed, making me moan the way that only a nasty little whore getting fucked from behind can… At one point, he grabbed onto my hips and slammed into me as hard and fast as he ever had. Between screams of “fuckmefuckmefuckme” and “yesssssssss” and with the vibe pushed hard against me, Daddy ordered me to cum…the release was exquisite… Once that orgasm had subsided and he had switched to a more methodical pace, the spanking began. He let loose on my nice, round ass with a battery of spanks and slaps that served to up the sexual ante and to push me, yet again, to the edge of climax. Amazing how Daddy knows exactly what he’s doing, isn’t it?? ;)

He brought my legs out from underneath me and made me stand for him, face buried even further into the bed. The angle was different, but still glorious… I got more and more slick with my juices as he pummeled my insides. I got so wet, in fact, that there wasn’t much friction and that meant that Daddy wouldn’t be able to cum inside me. After a couple last, hard thrusts, my Master grabbed me by the hair, pulled me to the floor, and commanded me to suck his cock until I got a nice load of his cum in my mouth, down my throat, and in my tummy.

After all the fucking and the stimulation, it didn’t take long for Daddy to cum in a roaring climax… We were both sated (for the time being) – Daddy had fucked his little girl into oblivion and had used her the way that she needed to be used.

In 36 short hours, he reminded baby girl of why she had submitted to him in the first place and why she would be his possession for the rest of her life…

Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! Yup, you got it! It's another Fun Friday Poll for you to weigh in on!

This week's poll has to do with multiple partner experiences...where do you fall on the spectrum of interest/experience? From what I've read, there are a number of subs out there who are currently grappling with the idea that their Dom may invite someone into the relationship or ask her to participate in a sexual encounter with someone else (whether it be same-sex or heterosexual). Even yours truly may have dealt with this issue at some point (*nervous throat clearing*)... ;) Of course, this poll isn't a reflection of your opinion about multiple partners, but rather your actual, literal hands-on experience!

So, in honor of all those people who have struggled with the idea of multiple partner sex...and also for those who have embraced it wholeheatedly - this poll's for you! :)

Enjoy and have a great weekend!

(Last week's poll about when you knew you first realized that you were Dom or sub yielded the following results: Of the 47 people who voted in the poll, 40% of you discovered your true self as an adult, 21% of you have always known since your were children, late teenage years/adolescence and puberty were almost even with 14% and 12% of the vote respectively, and 10% of you do not identify as Dom or sub, but enjoy reading about it! Thanks all for your participation!)

36 Hours

When Daddy comes home this weekend, it will only be for 36 hours...then he has to turn around and travel once again. :( Needless to say (but, as always, I'm going to say it anyway!), it simply isn't enough time to tell him how much I love him, to remind him how much he's missed when he's away, to be beneath his strong body and to be reminded of my place, to submit to his Dominance in the most perfect way... It's not enough.

But I'm reminded that some of our readers and some of the bloggers that I read don't have the opportunity to see their Masters/Daddies as often as we see each other. Some Doms are away from their subs for months at a time, some subs may never get to meet their Doms face-to-face, some Daddies are waiting and biding their time until they finally get to live with their little girls... And I am also reminded of the time in our relationship when Daddy and I were separated by thousands of miles, longing to be together, yet knowing that we'd have to wait...and wait some more...

When you step back to get some perspective on the situation, 36 hours really isn't all that bad. The one thing that I do know is this - we won't be taking a single minute of our time together for granted.

See you soon, Daddy! :)

Reminiscing

As Daddy is away this week, I don’t have anything to post about our recent adventures. Generally, when this happens, I tend to look to our past and recall fondly some of our most intimate and sexually-charged moments. With this in mind, one of Neo Dom’s posts got me to thinking about voicing our desires, which, in turn, got me thinking about the very first time that Daddy tied me up and what ensued…

At the time, we weren’t married yet. In fact, we weren’t even living together. He was visiting me for an extra long weekend and, as we still do to this day, we were making the most of our time together. Long walks, touristy fun, lovely meals shared both at home and on the town, and, of course, some amazing sex…ok, ok, LOTS of amazing sex! Again, not much has changed since then! ;)

In our conversations leading up to his visit (and even from one of our first conversations after having met each other), we both knew what was going to take place on his visit. Daddy was going to break me. He was going to tie me to the bed and belt me until I broke down in tears, until I was a quivering wreck of a submissive and a slave, until I was His completely. I had never been broken before, had never endured a prolonged pain session, had never had a belting before, yet I knew that I needed it. I knew that Daddy needed to dominate me in a way that would render me helpless and that would include a great deal of pain. He needed to mark me as his own.

Knowing that my first pain session was imminent was unsettling enough, but oddly, it wasn’t the hardest part for me. The most difficult part of mentally grappling with my fate was knowing that I would be forced to ask Daddy to break me…forced to voice my deepest desire. It was one thing to have Daddy break me and use me as his submissive little one, yet it was altogether another thing to have to ask to be broken. How could I be such a painslut? How could I beg him to hurt me? Why did I need this?

The moment of truth came. I was bound by my wrists, face-down on the bed, and Daddy had his belt in hand. He stood next to me and caressed my face.

“What do you want, little one? What do you need, little one? Tell me.”

I stammered, I choked, I mumbled.

“What do you want, little one? Tell me or I’m leaving you here, bound just like you are, to think about it.”

Now, as terrified as I was to voice my desire to be broken, I was even more terrified at the prospect of having Daddy leave me there, of having disappointed him by not being a strong submissive and a good little girl. We both knew what I needed, now I just needed to tell him. And tell him I did, in a teary-eyed yet firm voice, “I need you to break me, Daddy. Please break your little girl.”

“Good girl.” And the breaking commenced…

More than the breaking itself, Daddy understood (long before I ever did) that he could have broken me however and whenever he wished. But, if he wanted to access the painslut and the true submissive inside his baby girl, then he was going to make her voice her need for pain – beg to be broken – like a good, obedient little girl.

Come home soon, Daddy, I have something I’d like to ask you for…

Missing Baby Girl

I'm writing this from the road -- another business trip keeping me away from baby girl. I've written before of my love for baby girl, and today seems like the right time to do so once again.

You might have noticed that I haven't posted recently. I've been traveling as much as I ever do -- nearly every week for the last couple of months. When baby girl and I got married, it was easy at first. For a variety of reasons, my travel schedule wasn't so bad. I was home most weeks, and when I was away, it wasn't for long. I think we both got used to that lifestyle. But then work called once again, as it always does.

I enjoy what I do greatly, and my employer takes good care of me. I'm glad to be doing what I'm doing. But I don't like being apart from baby girl.

You can't imagine how wonderful a wife, a lover, and a slave baby girl is.

She wakes up smiling every day. I mean that literally: when I go upstairs to rouse her, the moment she awakes, she's smiling, even before her eyes are open. She makes me laugh, hard, over and over again, every day. She's literally the funniest person I've ever known.

She gives the best blowjobs I've ever had, and it's not even close. After she has been at it for a while, and then decides to make me cum, wrapping her hand around my shaft and twisting it up and down like the stripes on a barber pole, in time with her mouth... I've never felt anything like that in my life.

She trusts me completely. We don't have a safeword. We decided some time ago that not only did we not need one, but that having one would interfere with the submission and release baby girl craves. I don't recommend this to others unless they know exactly what they're doing, but it works for us.

She cums on command for me. I mean to write about this more one day, but early on in our relationship, I trained baby girl to cum when I told her to. Now I can make her cum anytime, anywhere, even as I'm driving the car. It's an incredible feeling to know I can order that from her.

She has the nicest, tightest pussy I've ever felt. Partly this is because she has never had kids (and never will), but partly it's because she does exercises to keep it that way. I can't count how many times I've said to her, or thought to myself, "Your cunt feels perfect right now."

So to baby girl, I miss you, little one, and I'll come home to you as soon as I can. You're the best little girl a Daddy could have... and the best wife a husband could hope for. I love you!

Nipples, Part II

You know, yesterday's post got me to thinking... I absolutely LOVE having my nipples played with, tortured, sucked, etc. Yet if I try to play with them myself, while masturbating, for example, I get little to no pleasure from it at all. Even before Daddy and I started our life together, it has always been this way. I mean, even though I'm not allowed to cum, I still enjoy playing with my clit, so it would stand to reason that I would also like playing with my own nipples.

My "girls" are hypersensitive and respond quickly to cold or to Daddy's touch, but when I touch them, they might as well be dead! I'm not complaining about this fact, but rather I'm curious. In fact, I find it arousing and erotic that only Daddy can make my nipples ache with desire...

Does anyone else have this issue? Is this a by-product of being deeply submissive? Are there any other erogenous zones that you have that only respond to a lover's touch? :)

Nipples

Daddy knows that I love to have my nipples played with…so I suppose it’s a good thing that he enjoys playing with them, huh? ;) Sometimes he’ll wake me up in the morning by twisting and pulling at them and it takes every ounce of energy that I have to resist cumming right then and there. It’s like they’re hot-wired to my clit and the slightest caress will push me over the edge. Damn, it feels so good to have my sensitive little buds pinched and sucked and twisted and clamped…I could on for days!

The other day, while still on our mini-vacation, Daddy crawled into bed beside me and went straight for “the girls”. Now, normally, nipple play is a quick prelude to a nice, hard fucking, but as it turns out, this was no normal day! Daddy got me to point of orgasm by sucking, pinching, and twisting my nipples…but then he redoubled his efforts and grabbed on to them as if his fingers were clamps and my nipples were his submissive prey.

“I’m going to count down, little one, and you’re going to take it. I know it hurts because I want to hurt you, but then you’re going to cum for me…cum through the pain for your Daddy.”

His words alone could have made me cum, had he allowed it… Christ, this was going to be difficult.

5… He had my nipples tight between his thumbs and forefingers. He showed no signs of letting up on any of the excruciating pressure.

4… A little tighter still. He began to twist them to increase the agony.

3… Another quarter twist and still more pressure. How was I ever going to make it to zero??

2… Even more pressure and twisting, as if it were possible. Daddy used his body weight to hold me in place and to keep my nipples right where he wanted them.

1… My nipples were in a full-on stranglehold. I cried out, I begged for the release that I knew was coming (cumming?)…

CUM!!

The release rattled through my entire body, lingering for a few extra moments of pleasure in my nipples and my clit. The orgasm was simply exquisite and the fucking that ensued in the afterglow was just as wonderful… And it all started with those naughty little nipples of mine… ;)

(*** As an interesting aside, it should be noted that right as I was writing the bullet point for #1, Daddy came up behind me, grabbed my nipples, and forced me to cum for him! He then, of course, dragged me upstairs for a mind-blowing sex/orgasm fest involving the wand, the clamps, and a total of 10 orgasms for his baby girl! Whew! I don’t know about you, but I’m spent…at least for now!)

Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! It’s time, yet again, for another Fun Friday Poll! :) This week’s poll has to do with when you first discovered your Dominant or submissive feelings. Now, this doesn’t mean when you started to act upon those feelings, but rather when you first knew that you were wired differently than “vanilla” folks. Thanks for responding and have fun!

As far as last week’s poll about your favorite implements of play and/or torture, restraints and handcuffs came out as the winner with 38% of the votes. Although, and rather close behind, came vibrators or dildos (32%), butt plugs (30%), and belts, floggers, canes, etc. (26%). And, bringing up the rear, were nipple clamps (18%), gags or masks (12%), and “other” (6%). Now I know what you’re saying to yourselves, “Hey, Baby Girl! All those numbers add up to more than 100%! What gives??” Please remember that you were able to vote for more than one option! For example, yours truly voted for both restraints and gags…although, after our recent adventure to the sex toy shop, I’m thinking that the Hitachi Magic Wand deserves a category all its own! ;)

Have a great weekend!

A New Toy

Three words: Hitachi. Magic. Wand. 'Nuf said... I'll report back in a few weeks, friends...








Hehe! Ok, so Daddy and I are on a mini vacation and we took a slight detour on the way from lunch to our hotel to stop by a nice sex shop in order to find a butt plug. And we found a great butt plug... And we found something else too! ;) We've been talking about getting a magic wand for some time now and I'm so glad that we picked it up while on our trip - we've already given the hotel bed a run for its money! It's wonderfully intense, but diffuse enough to not give me any unwanted orgasms (please remember that Daddy controls all my orgasms, so the unwanted kind are simply not acceptable!)...

If you can think of a better souvenir, by all means, let me know!! :)

The White Light

Daddy’s cock buried deep in my pussy, impaling me and hitting hard against my tender cervix. Searing pain through my nipples from the clamps. Cock gag filling my mouth, preventing me from talking, pleading, screaming. Restraints holding me fast to the bed. My ankles on Daddy’s shoulders as he looms over me, taking what is rightfully his. A few quick slaps to my face and my sore breasts and my attention is fully on Daddy. His face is twisted into a grimace of domination, force, and pleasure and although he is not a sadist, the expression that he dons is definitely of a sadistic nature. He knows how much it hurts, he knows that every single inch of my body is on fire, dependent upon him for release, he knows where he wants to take me, and he knows exactly how to get me there.

“Are you ready, my little one? Are you ready to cum? Daddy’s going to make you see the white light, baby girl…”

When Daddy gives me “white light” orgasms, I fully understand why the French refer to orgasms as “la petite mort”… These are orgasms that are brought on by intense pain, submission, focus, and build-up. Usually Daddy makes me cum a few times during the session, but then as he increases his force and ups the power of his domination, he doesn’t let me cum again until he’s ready to push me over the edge…into the white light… As he hurts me and uses me and comes close to breaking me, ripping the clamps off my throbbing nipples, pushing me harder and harder, he’ll order me to orgasm…

For a split second, my brain shuts off and everything goes quiet…and then I explode. My body convulses as if hit by a defibrillator (although I can go nowhere because I am both pinned down by Daddy and tied down with the restraints), my pussy clenches so impossibly tight, I lose all sense of purpose and being as I give myself over to the orgasm. My eyes roll back in my head and I see the white light…a blinding wall of white with points of light flashing toward me from all directions… It is at that point that I notice the extreme pleasure that is washing over my body as it releases all of that orgasmic energy… As the pleasure and peace invade me, Daddy holds me tight to his chest, rocking me and comforting me, knowing that he has just pushed me ever so close to the edge…

“La petite mort” indeed…

Is anybody else horny as hell?? ;)

A Submissive Voyeur?

Much like the notion of one’s sexuality falling on a scale (ranging from heterosexuality to homosexuality and the seemingly infinite shades between those two poles, or perhaps using submissiveness and Dominance as the two poles), I feel (and I’m sure that I’m not the first one to think of this) that there is another ruler with which we can measure ourselves: the scale between voyeurism and exhibitionism. I was reminded of this while watching Daddy stroke his cock this morning…

As I first stirred this morning, my hand, as if by instinct, went straight for Daddy’s cock. Daddy’s whole body pressed up against mine always gives me so much comfort…holding his cock in my hand just enhances this feeling. I obey Daddy, I obey his cock. I am a slave to Daddy, I am a slave to his cock. Daddy slaps me, his cock slaps me. So, when you think about it in these terms, it really isn’t all that odd that I would find reassurance from holding Daddy’s cock in my hand.

His dick stirred…and became increasingly hard. And right when I thought that Daddy would force my face down on his thick member, he pulled the sheets off us and said, “Baby girl is going to watch as her Daddy strokes his cock. Tell me all about some of those nasty things that you’d like your Daddy to do to you…” As I whispered in his ear, telling him about the sordid, embarrassing, humiliating experiences that I fantasize about (perhaps more on this later?), he stroked himself faster and faster. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His hand firmly sliding up and down his shaft… Carefully making contact with every square inch of his length… Quickly bringing himself close to climax… God, this was making me hot…

“Get down there and open your mouth. Daddy is going to cum in his little girl’s mouth.”

And cum he did, filling his little whore’s mouth with a load of his cream. I swallowed every last drop that Daddy gave me, thinking about how much I love watching him masturbate.

Now, from what I’ve read it seems that most submissives lean towards exhibitionism as opposed to voyeurism (or at least, deep down, they enjoy the humiliation of being forced to expose themselves to watching eyes). Conversely, most Doms tend to be voyeurs, relishing in watching their subs masturbate, engage in scenes with other Doms, get spanked, whipped or tortured, etc. Psychoanalytical theory (Freud, Lacan, and the gang), although it has, admittedly, fallen out of favor somewhat, will have us believe that the voyeur wields the power (Dominant) whereas the one “on exhibit” (submissive) is a sort of victim, exposed (willingly or unwillingly) to the gaze of the voyeur(s) and seemingly without any agency whatsoever in the power exchange.

But how then can I reconcile my love of watching Daddy stroke himself with my submissive way of life? Am I any less submissive because I like to watch as well as be watched? I don’t think so! In this case, Daddy chose to masturbate and he made me watch him, made me watch the cock that controls me, made me swallow his spunk, made me admit my nasty desires to him in order to please him and to enhance his orgasm. Voyeur or not, I am completely owned by my Daddy/Master and feel no guilt about observing and gazing upon the man that controls me. And after much thought, I simply do not feel that the terms “voyeur” and “submissive” are mutually exclusive.

Any thoughts? :)

A Marked Face

I rolled over at about 6:45 this morning and realized that Daddy had already gotten up. This is not unusual, considering that he is a light sleeper and we went to bed early last night. I, on the other hand, am a heavy sleeper and could most likely sleep through an armed invasion of our home and even, dare I say, our entire portion of the United States!

That being said, at about 8:15 I stirred yet again and flipped over in bed, my eyes opening just a bit to let the morning light in. But that’s not all I saw. There was a figure looming next to my side of the bed, looking down on me, masturbating... A figure that pounced on me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the edge of the bed. As he pulled me to the edge of the bed, continuing to masturbate, I recognized my Daddy’s cock, rock hard and straining. He positioned me underneath his cock and, knowing what he wanted of me, I instinctively opened my mouth. He continued stroking his cock as I stared up at it… He was agonizingly close to orgasm and I could feel his release nearing.

He began to shoot his load in my mouth, across my lips, over my face…marking me with his cum as his own. Once he had finished, and I could taste him in my mouth, he used his cock and his fingers to rub his cream into my face. “I love using you, little one…” he whispered to me as I stared up at him. Although I thought this was the end of the session, in one quick move, Daddy had his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly, and sealing off my air. “Cum! Cum now!” I whimpered and thrashed as the orgasm flowed through me. “Hush. Hush.” I quieted down and focused on cumming for Daddy and on being the good little cumslut that he cherishes and adores…

And now, as I write this, I still have Daddy’s hardened cum on me. It is a mark of pride in being his. I am his property, his slave, his baby girl…and it’s written – literally – all over my face. If it weren’t for my imminent shower, I would leave it there all day long…