Back to Basics

Ahhh…it’s nice to be back! Back to the daily routine after having a lovely visit with an out-of-town guest. Back to the job hunt. Back to the order of our life together. And, most importantly, back to the way that Daddy and I relate to one another best…in the context of our special brand of 24-7 D/s life.

After a couple days of sexual inactivity or limited activity, Daddy surprised me this morning as I came out of our bathroom. He was already naked and his massive cock was rock-hard, waiting for me. He ordered me back to the bed and, as I got on my back, he pounced on top of me. The passion and need that had been seething under the surface for the past few days finally came out and manifested themselves in the most pleasurable and painful way… Pushing into my unprepared pussy, Daddy ordered me to cum a number of times as he punished my insides with his cock.

Did it hurt? Yes.

Did I feel used? Yes.

Did I feel submissive? Yes.

Did it feel wonderful to serve Daddy in this way? YES!

Sometimes it’s nice to get back to basics…

Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! We’ve made it to the end of yet another glorious week in the Blogosphere, so it’s time for the much-awaited (drum roll please) Fun Friday Poll! This week’s poll was actually Daddy’s idea and sprouted from a conversation we were having about how we met. It is difficult to find people who enjoy what we enjoy through conventional means (e.g. a chance encounter at a grocery store or coffee shop, a blind date a friend set you up on, vanilla dating sites, etc.). Is it impossible? Of course not! But we have to admit that it is much easier to find people who are into our kinks (whatever they may be) since the advent of the Intertubes. But where exactly have we (and I mean the collective “we” here) looked for and/or found our previous or current partners for TTWD (however you define that)? Please let us know by voting in our poll and, by next week, I’ll be sure to have some feedback for you! Thanks for sharing!

As far as last week’s poll about the longest time you’ve ever gone without an orgasm (after reaching the age of sexual maturity, that is), the results are in! The most common answer, with 25% of the vote, was 1 day to 1 week – not too shabby, people! Unfortunately, the second most common response (16%) was people who had gone more than a year without an orgasm…ouch. This was followed by 1-2 weeks and 2-4 weeks with 14% of the vote each. 1-3 months had 10%, 3-6 months had 8%, and 6 months to 1 year had 7%. Now, there is a special group in this poll that gets A Daddy and His Baby Girl salute – there were two very special people who, since reaching the age of sexual maturity, have not gone more than 24 hours without having an orgasm. To the two of you, and you know who you are, I tip my cap to you and wish you all the orgasms you can handle!

Thanks to everyone for voting in the poll – have a wonderful weekend! :)

P.S. Because of a visitor coming from out of town, we will most likely not be posting anything for the next few days. We look forward to coming back to you all with a vengeance, though! :) Take care and see you soon!

On My Knees...

Where is my favorite place to worship you?
On my knees…

How can I let you know that I’m feeling small and in need of your warmth?
On my knees…

Where do I feel safe and protected by you?
On my knees…

How can I fully contemplate the majesty of your domination?
On my knees…

How can I give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known?
On my knees…

How can I show my complete devotion to you?
On my knees…

Where will I happily spend the rest of my life?
On my knees…

I love you, Daddy…

Bummersville, USA?

Well, welcome to Bummersville, USA. The weather around here has been perfectly gloomy for the past week. Along with this, I’ve been dealing with The Monthly Grief and hence feeling in a groggy fog for a few days now (although it’s better than feeling in a foggy grog!)… Daddy is nursing a minor injury from running. The house is in need of a major cleaning before our out-of-town guest arrives, who is presumably only coming here in order to squelch our sexual antics. *sigh* But wait…

One would think this combination of malevolent factors would spell doom for our marital bliss, but alas, no! We are indubitably more in love than ever! How maddening! Try as we may, we simply cannot manage to stop loving one another… ;) We wake up smiling, we touch, kiss, hug, and caress each other throughout the day, the “I love yous” are plentiful and sincere, and we are connecting and communicating like a team. My submission is as absolute as his dominance. Each day is better than the last and each challenge is a new way for us to work together and come up with solid solutions. Ain’t life grand??

So, I know that I’m losing some of you with this saccharine-sweet stuff, but my point is a simple one: There isn’t only one person out there for each of us and many of us could find happiness with a host of different folks. But when you find one of the special people who loves you unconditionally, completes your sentences, tells the bad joke before you get a chance to, wakes you up with kisses, touches you in the most perfect, tingly way, and who understands both your beautiful and your ugly sides, you need to hold on to them and love them with everything you’ve got.

You owe to them.

You owe it to yourself.

A Session to Remember

“The next 45 minutes are yours, baby girl, but at 3:15 I want you in bed, naked, on top of the sheets, and ready for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” And cue the mental tornado…

Daddy had been home for about a week and a half by this point and we had been taking full advantage of our time together. It had been over a month since we’d had this much alone time and we were enjoying falling back into our rhythm. Daddy making love to his little girl, Daddy using his little girl, Daddy fucking and playing with his little girl, Daddy getting his cock sucked daily by his little girl…but there was one thing missing, one thing that we both knew had to take place. A serious bondage and pain session was in order and had been for some time…

Generally, if we only have a few days together, we focus on reconnecting sexually. And although there is always a D/s dynamic to everything we do (even making love), we don’t generally get into major pain sessions if time doesn’t allow for it. Daddy doesn’t want to be rushed or to have external factors force his hand. And, seeing as though he’s an excellent Dom and Master, I can see his point!

Now, back to that mental tornado…

As I lay back on the bed (half an hour earlier than scheduled), I had a pretty good idea that Daddy was going to hurt me…but how would he hurt me? Intense anal training? A rape session? Caning and whipping my ass and legs? Nipple clamps? I would soon find out.

Daddy blindfolded, gagged me, and bound me to the bed face-up by my wrists, and then he went about getting cleaned up and prepared for what he was going to do to me. I could barely hear him approach, but when I felt the first clamp on my nipple, I knew that we had officially begun our session. The terror mixed with excitement heightened every last sensation that he gave me. The second tight clamp was on and I heard the Hitachi come to life. As the deep ache coursed through my nipples, the wand kept me on the edge of orgasm. “Do you like this, baby girl?” he asked. I nodded and moaned in the affirmative. “Yeah, I thought you might,” as he ground the wand into my straining clit and ripped the clamps off, commanding me to cum. But he was just getting started…

The next thing I knew, as I could barely perceive his movements from audible clues, the cane came down on my left breast and then my right. The pain was as shocking as it was excruciating. Daddy has slapped and tortured my breasts and nipples with his hands and with clamps before, but he had never used the cane on them. The pain was almost unimaginable as he brought the vile instrument down again hard on each nipple. I cried out in pain behind the gag, almost screaming, as tears began to well up behind the blindfold. “Yes, I know that hurts you, little one, I want it to hurt.” He brushed my cheek with his hand and brought the wand back to my pussy. Painpleasurepainpleasurepainpleasure…that’s what Daddy likes to give his little girl. He wants me to crave the pain, and to never fear it as punishment.

With the wand pulled away (and after a couple of forced orgasms), I assumed that the caning would resume again…I was wrong. If I thought the cane was bad, the belt was worse. Daddy whipped my breasts and nipples with the belt to the point where I thought I might pass out from the pain. He landed a few direct strikes to my right nipple that I figured had most likely flayed it right off my breast. As the screams subsided, he climbed on top of me and shoved his throbbing cock into his little girl, forcing her open as he got deeper and deeper. When he reached his deepest thrusting point – right up against my cervix – he grabbed on to my right nipple, twisted hard, and commanded me to cum.

The pain was indescribably intense, the pleasure was perfect. The orgasm went straight past the catatonic white light orgasms that he will sometimes get out of me… The scream that emanated from my lungs at that moment was unlike anything he or I had ever heard before, even with the gag in… I wailed, I cried, I thrashed, I came…harder than I ever have before. I went limp.

As Daddy curled up beside me, releasing me from my bonds, and removing the gag and blindfold, he pulled me close to him and told me what a good girl I was. “You took so much pain from your Daddy, little girl. So much pain…but you liked it, didn’t you? We both know you need that, little one, and that I’m the only one who can give it to you…” I closed my eyes, buried my head in his chest, registered the still-searing pain in my breasts, and shook, knowing that I was safe, sound, and centered….and, above all, happy.

I won’t be forgetting this session any time soon…