Quick Update

Hello all!

I wanted to send you all a quick update to let you know that no, we haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, and yes, we've both had demanding travel schedules lately and won't be able to get back into our groove (both with writing and with the ole bow-chicka-bow-wow) for about another week!

While I miss the writing, I think I miss reading and commenting on my friends' blogs even more... I promise I'll be back soon, and with some nice n' pervy tales to tell and some encouraging comments for our special Blogosphere community! :)

See you soon!

Orgasms and Juggling

I was reading maui girl's post on her latest experience with being choked during sex and how it led to her being able to cum on command, at least in that one case, and it led me to think about our own experiences with orgasm control. You can read all of the posts mentioning the topic here. I wrote quite a bit about my experience controlling baby girl's orgasms in this post, but I thought I might write a bit more about it.

On reflection, I think that teaching a submissive to control her (there's my bias) orgasms is like learning to juggle. If you've never juggled, and decided out of the blue to learn, but without any assistance, you'd probably take three balls and start trying to juggle them, thinking that with enough practice, you'd get there. Actually, you probably wouldn't. It's too much of a jump from not-juggling to juggling. I suppose it might work for those people with insanely great reflexes, but otherwise, no, not so much.

It turns out that the trick is to not try to juggle at first. Just pick up one ball. Hold your hands in front of you, palms up and relaxed, elbows by your sides, and toss the ball from one hand to the other, then back again. Try to make the ball follow a graceful arc and land gently. Practice until you can do that every single time. Practice until you can do that with your eyes closed. Practice until you can't stand it anymore (this will be hours, spread out over days). Now pick up a second ball, hold each in one hand, and toss each to the other hand, one right after the other, so their arcs cross in mid-air. Again with the practicing until you can do it with your eyes closed, until you can't stand it anymore. After a few days of practice with one ball and then two, when the two-ball exchange is mind-numbingly simple for you, add a second ball to one of your hands, for a total of three. Toss one of the balls from the two-ball hand and then the ball from the other hand as always, but before the second catch, toss the third ball, the other from the two-ball hand. Now just keep going.

If you learn to juggle like this, the actual act of juggling itself is nearly anti-climactic. It's stupidly easy. You'll ask yourself why everyone can't juggle. You'll ask yourself why you thought you couldn't. And the answer is, because they -- and you -- didn't put in the prep work time.

Okay, back to orgasm control. As a Dom, you can't just say to a sub new to orgasm control, "Cum now!" and have any reasonable expectation of that working. I'm sure there are natural subs out there whose physiology and personality are perfectly suited for it, and for whom this would work, but generally, no, it won't. First you start with orgasm denial: don't cum until I tell you can. You do that for a while. With baby girl, this took a day or so, but I could imagine it taking days or weeks. When your sub can reliably prevent herself from cumming, switch to orgasm allowance. This is a bit of a shift, because what you're telling your sub is not to ever cum without your permission. In other words, the default is orgasm denial without you having to tell her to do so. What should happen is that after a while -- again, this could be days or weeks -- the interval between you telling her she can cum, and her subsequent orgasm, should grow shorter and shorter. It helps if you really build up her arousal so that she's desperate to cum. At this point, you've never explicitly said, "Cum now!" to your sub. You haven't. But you've taught her to hold back her orgasms on command, and you've taught her to always hold back her orgasms unless permission is given. She's used to cumming when you tell her she can.

Now you can add the third ball (well, so to speak). I wouldn't make a big deal of it. In the moment, when she's aroused, when she's dripping wet, when she's out of her mind wanting to cum, instead of saying "You can cum now", say, "Cum now!" Permission becomes command. And if you've taken your time, if you've done things right -- well, let's say that unlike juggling, the results will most definitely not be anti-climactic.

New Poll: Same Sex Experiences

Thank you, Doms and subs (all 37 of you!), for submitting responses to this week’s polls regarding the use of safewords. The Doms’ responses were somewhat unilateral, with 67% of the respondents stating that they had established a safeword, but had never had it used. The subs’ responses were rather evenly dispersed, although the most common response (with 31% of the vote) was that they would want a safeword, but could imagine going without one. I incorrectly assumed that many subs would agree with my perspective – I would rather not have a safeword, but could agree to one – but this is why we conduct the polls in the first place! Thanks again for sharing and for proving me wrong…I’d love to hear your take on these responses/trends!

This week’s poll (yes, we’re back to only one!) has to do with same-sex experiences. A close friend of my recently revealed that she may be interested in women. As she is close to my age, she’s surprised (and excited) that she is just now realizing this about herself. I couldn’t be happier for her and wish her all the best on her search for true happiness!

With this in mind, I’d love to know more about your same sex experiences – please note that you are able to vote for more than one option this week. Thank you and have fun!

I Miss You, Daddy!

Daddy always calls me when he’s away from home on business, as he is right now. He makes sure to talk to me at least once (but usually twice) per day, along with sporadic e-mails and texts. It’s gotten to the point where I need to hear his voice to feel truly at peace…

I love the ritual of our calls too. Each time we speak over the phone, he’ll ask, “Do you miss your Daddy?”

To which I always respond, “Very, very much!”

And I do, Daddy, I do…come home soon.

That’s all I wanted to say.

Calling All Dommes!

We have an absolutely lovely community of Dominants and submissives out there and I couldn’t be happier to call you my Blogosphere friends! ☺ And while I enjoy our exchange of advice, admiration, and repartee, I often wonder if I am unknowingly disenfranchising two segments of readers – submissive men and Dominant women.

Looking at my history of posts referring to the nature of D/s and the generalities of TTWD, I have always used Dom as opposed to Domme. Along these same lines, my Dom is always Him, He, or Sir, never Her, She, or Ma’am. I have noticed this trend in others’ blogs as well. From my own perspective, part of this has to do with the fact that my frame of reference in regards to D/s is strictly Dom/(female) sub. However, I think the overarching reason for this tendency is that Domme/(male) sub relationships are much less common in our community.

Is my inherent gender bias (within the context of D/s and BDSM) simply a reflection of the norms in our community or are there deeper, more chauvinist motives at play? Should I be concerned about my terminology usage?

Is my lack of inclusiveness a slight to the Dommes and male subs out there?

What is your experience with this socio-linguistic phenomenon? I’d love to hear from you!

On Being the Man Who Chokes Baby Girl

God do I love wrapping my hand around baby girl's throat.

After much thought about D/s and my attitudes over it during the past few years, I think I've come to realize that what I love about being a Dom isn't as much power as it is trust. When I wrap my hand around baby girl's throat and squeeze, I think -- if I'm as reflective as I can be -- that what turns me on is the fact that she trusts me to do whatever I choose, whatever I think to be right for her, for myself, for both of us. She trusts me enough to have willingly surrendered her right to a safe word, willingly surrendered her right to ever leave, or to ever even request to be released. She trusts me enough to have given me the right to do whatever I choose with her. On a regular basis, that includes strapping her wrists to the bed, rendering her helpless, and then choking her until, as she notes above, the last bit of air in her lungs is going out. She literally puts her life in my hands.

Yes, there's tremendous power in that. But interestingly enough, I'm not a power addict. I've never sought power in my work, though I've certainly had it given to me (on at least one occasion specifically because I didn't seek it). I've never been the type to want to be in charge of the PTA, want to be in charge of the homeowners association. I just have no interest in it.

I respect all forms of D/s relationships, but I honestly find the idea of a relationship in which I micro-managed every aspect of baby girl's life to be tiresome -- I have little or no interest in telling her what to wear, how to style her hair, how to clean the house, how to do her job, or the like. Not only do I not want that power, I'd find it annoyingly time-consuming.

Baby girl understands that my control over her is absolute. She has a wonderful job, but she knows that if I ordered her to give it up in order to focus all her attention on me, she would have no choice. She likes where we live now, and we have completely compatible goals about where we want to live in the future, but she knows that if I made a different decision, ordered her to pack up and move, she would have no choice. And yet it's rare that I exercise this control outside of the bedroom, or outside of a context at least related to our sexual relationship. When I do, it's usually because I'm overriding baby girl in what I believe to be her own interest -- you have to work out now, you have to go to the doctor now, you have to get to urgent care now, that sort of thing. Again, power exercised for its own sake holds no appeal to me.

But the trust? That's insanely erotic. Just writing about it has made me rock-hard.

And ready for baby girl.

On Choking Baby Girl

Before I met Daddy, I had never been choked by any of my previous partners. When Daddy first suggested the idea to me, I was a little nervous, but excited to try it. I had no preconceived limits associated with choking and looked forward to exploring with Daddy…

It occurred to me, though, that some of you may have never been choked during D/s play and may be curious about what it feels like. With this in mind, I’d like to share with you my own experience so that you have a little more information with which to work. And for those of you who have been choked before, I hope that this description resonates with you!

So, what does it feel like to be choked by my Daddy? Let’s see if I’m able to adequately put it into words…

Daddy is on top of me and he has me bent in half, with my ankles on his shoulders and his large frame pressing down on me. I’m trapped, I’m vulnerable, I’m stuffed with his thick cock, and I’m dripping wet as he saws in and out of me. My hands are pinned above my head with his left hand as his right hand slowly wraps around my throat. He commands me to look at him as he starts to squeeze…

The first sensation that I notice is pressure in my eyes, as if they’re straining in their sockets. I start to lose some focus, but concentrate on meeting Daddy’s gaze. Next, the ringing starts in my ears. It’s somewhat uncomfortable, but not too severe. I am still able to get small gasps of air into my lungs, despite his hand slowly contracting around my windpipe.

Daddy continues to thrust into me, pounding my pussy into submission. I start to notice that the last bit of air in my lungs is running out.

We’re getting close…close to the time when I won’t be able to breath at all and when Daddy will command a big orgasm from me. With my pussy clenched around his cock, I can feel my clit start to pulse with the beating of my heart. When I don’t think I can take it much longer and I’m seeing black and white spots in my field of vision, I hear Daddy yell, “CUM!!” His hand loosens a little and I scream as the orgasm courses through my entire body.

It’s hard to imagine a more intense moment of passion, pleasure, or, most important of all, trust. For if I didn’t implicitly trust my Daddy, none of this would be possible and I wouldn’t be able to experience most of what he and I share.

As he soothes me after the session, we both understand that he knows what is best for me and he would never do anything that would be detrimental to the faith I’ve placed in him. Will he push me? Yes. Will he hurt me? Yes. Will he be in control and measured at all times? Yes. And this is why choking can be a thing of beauty.

I hope this was as good for you as it was for me… ☺

Safewords

It was a pretty close race to the finish with this week’s poll, but in the end (so to speak!), those who were wholeheartedly in favor of figging came out on top with 41% of the vote. The curious lot was close behind (again, so to speak…man, these puns are just writing themselves!) with 37% of the vote. Thank you to all 24 of you who participated and shared your ginger-infused opinions with us! ☺

For this week’s poll, we have something new…Daddy came up with the theme and we now have two polls running instead of one! We would like to discover more about safewords in our community, both from the submissive perspective and the Dominant perspective. Please take a moment to identify the poll that applies to you (sub or Dom) and vote for the response that most resembles your experience.

Thanks and have fun! ☺

The Hardest Itch to Scratch?

After taking a look at this week’s poll (by the way, you still have a whole day left to register your opinion about figging! →), I began thinking about fetishes, lifestyles, sexuality, TTWD, and a host of other delightfully salacious topics. And as I mulled over my own proclivities and kinkiness, I realized that, to some degree and within our wonderful community, my desires are pretty pedestrian! Although this is hardly an exhaustive list, I’d have to say that my “non-vanilla” appetites run toward D/s, BDSM, anal play, caning/belting, age play, and sensory deprivation/gagging. When it comes to Kinksville, USA, these inclinations don’t even raise an eyebrow, let alone cause a scandal. Hell, you could probably see most if not all of my interests on a two-part episode of Law & Order SVU!

And here I thought I was edgy…. Damn. ;-)

So what would raise an eyebrow in our community? What fetishes/kinks/alternative lifestyles are the most difficult to indulge? In other words, what is the hardest itch to scratch?

I mean, there are entire pornography sub-genres dedicated to amputees, people of size, Japanese anime, little people, and dozens more… By means of the Internet, we have nearly instant access to myriads of material about all sorts of non-normative (and I mean that with all due respect) subject matter.*

What, in your opinion or experience, would be the most difficult fetish/kink/lifestyle to engage in? What makes it so difficult? Is it the idea of the practice itself? Is it finding a willing partner to participate? Is it admitting your true feelings to yourself or another?

I put it to you, gang, what is the hardest itch to scratch?

* I should add that although I do NOT support exploitation of any sort, there are (as I’m sure you well know) pornography sub-genres dedicated to children and to animals. These two “itches” are, unfortunately, far too easy to scratch.

D/s Goes to the Movies!

So I’m assuming (perhaps erroneously) that many of us have seen the film Secretary (2002), in which a quirky attorney with a penchant for dominating, spanking, and tending to his orchids hires a slightly unbalanced secretary who is slowly but surely discovering her true submissive self. It’s any D/s lover’s dream!!! If you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend this film. Both James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal turn in inspired performances and give the subject matter the gravity it deserves, avoiding the overly camp, while still keeping the film light.

While thinking about this overtly D/s-themed movie, it made me think of “vanilla” movies I’ve seen that have D/s or BDSM themes. Truth be told, when I was a teenager, any movie that showed somebody – man or woman - tied up and ready to be tortured would be enough to throw my clit into a tizzy!

Here are just a few of the vanilla movies I can think of that got my blood a-boilin’ when I was young and had no way of getting my hands on legitimate D/s smut. It was before the age of Internet porn and before I knew that there was a word for what I was feeling…

• The Princess Bride
• Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
• Flash Gordon
• Goldfinger and Thunderball (Way to go, Connery! You made it on the list twice!)
• American Ninja 3 (No, I’m not joking.)

I would love to hear what some of your favorite “vanilla” movies are…those special flicks that are hiding little D/s or BDSM gems! ☺

Daddy Cums on Baby Girl's Face

After Daddy put me into subspace, and while I was still on my knees, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. He held tight to the leash attached to my collar, whipping my back with the handle. As I slurped, suckled, and choked on his dick, I knew that I would soon be getting a load of Daddy’s cream.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth, pulling on my hair with one hand to tilt my head back and grabbing his cock with the other. He began stroking himself, using my spit as lubricant. In my delirious, hazy state, I didn’t know whether I wanted to drift off to sleep or to feel my pussy split open by his raging hard-on. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to stay on my knees for another second, Daddy started to cum.

With a fierce roar, he unleashed a torrent of spunk all over my face and in my mouth. Even though I was somewhat out of it at that moment, I remember thinking to myself that Daddy had quite a big load saved up for his Baby Girl. After squeezing out every last drop of cum, Daddy used his glistening cock head to spread his cream all over my face.

I swallowed what I had in my mouth as I felt Daddy’s semen hardening on my face.

Degrading? Yes. Dirty? Yes. Delightful? Yessss….

Baby Girl Leashed, Belted, and Whipped

Daddy fastened the chain to my collar and I felt more enslaved than I ever could have imagined. Secure. Sexy. Owned. The weight of the chain served as a constant reminder that Daddy would always be at the other end, guiding and dominating me. Needless to say (although I’m still going to say it!), I was intensely aroused…

He took me upstairs and told me to strip down to my panties. Once stripped, he pulled on my leash to kiss me, and then he forced me over the side of the bed, face down. He put my cuffs on, attaching them to one another behind my back and immobilizing me. Daddy pulled up on my leash and pulled down my panties, and I could hear him wrapping the buckle end of his belt around his hand. I knew what was coming next and squeezed my eyes shut.

He ran the smooth leather across my exposed ass…and then came the first strike. And another. And another. After the fourth, he asked, “How many is that, Baby Girl?”

I whimpered, “Four.”

“Good girl. From now on, you’re going to count and when we get to ten, you’re going to cum for me.”

I counted for him and the blows rained down, the belt striping my ass and lower back. We made it to ten and I released for Daddy, a screaming orgasm like only a belting can provoke. Throughout the orgasm, Daddy continued to whip me even faster than before. I was on the edge of subspace when we started the process all over again. Counting to ten. Cumming through the pain. Hanging on the cusp of subspace.

We completed the series a total of three times, each time bringing me closer and closer to the coveted sublime weightlessness of subspace. At this point, Daddy pulled up on my leash, taking me away from the bed and placing me on my knees before him. Hazy and lusty for his cock, I suckled on Daddy’s rock-hard shaft. With my wrists bound behind my back and with Daddy keeping me on a short leash, he took his other hand, grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. My throat opened up to accommodate Daddy’s thick cock. Between the leash and Daddy deep-dicking my face, I finally went over the edge into subspace…fantastic.

Daddy took the handle of the leash and began whipping my back with it. It hurt in the best possible way, the sweet thud of a subspace whipping. Only now, after having the opportunity to reflect on the experience, am I able to appreciate the inherent beauty of that leash. Not only does Daddy control me with it, but he causes me pain with it…that is just plain beautiful. The metaphor and the literal coming together in harmonic symbiosis…

Is there a more perfect D/s device than this??

Baby Girl on a Leash

Peas and carrots. Peanut butter and chocolate. Thunder and lightning. Collar and…leash! There are certain things that just go together. With this in mind, Daddy and I took a trip to our local pet shop to buy a leash for my new collar. We ended up buying a nice, medium-weight chain collar with a black grip. We’re both excited to get a feel for it, each in our own way. Speaking only for myself, of course, I’m looking forward to feeling the security and total submission that being at the end of Daddy’s leash will afford. It will be a first for both us, and one that we’ve been discussing for quite some time!

While we were at the store, I couldn’t help thinking that we weren’t the first to buy D/s accouterments at a pet shop. In fact, chances are that we weren’t the only ones in the store at that time who were there with ulterior, non-pet related motives!

At which supposedly vanilla establishments have you found your best D/s, BDSM, or spanking gear? I’d love to get your input!

P.S. I should add that I wrote this post last night...and forgot to post it! In the meantime, Daddy and I have had an opportunity to explore the leash...holy hell! I'll be sure to blog all about it! :)

Sleep and Restraint

I've bought baby girl some new toys this last week, notably a matched set of collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs. By the second day of the collar, she was already coming home and heading straight to the bedroom to fetch it and ask if she might wear it. It has been a few days now and she's wearing it more and more often; last night was her first to wear it to bed.

I haven't yet used the cuffs on baby girl. We already have a set of cuffs that attach to a strap that goes between the mattress and box springs on our bed, and I've used them on baby girl on many an occasion. But those cuffs are utilitarian, not special in any way. And they're only meant to attach to the straps, not to anything else or to each other. The new cuffs are much more attractive (they're in black and her favorite color, purple) and much more versatile.

What I really want to do with the new cuffs to start is to put them on her, attach them to each other (there's a small chain between them) in front of her, and have her sleep like that. I love the idea of her going to sleep next to me restrained like that. The only problem is that, as baby girl has noted, she has her period at the moment. It doesn't bother me, but it does prevent spontaneity, and I know that if I'm spooning baby girl, her collar around her neck and her wrists cuffed together, it's going to make me want to take her at least once a night, maybe more often. So we're waiting until the period is done.

How do other submissives feel about the idea of sleeping while restrained? Is it a huge turn-on for them?

Move It, Mother Nature!

Before I get started with this post, I’d like to point out that there is a new poll this week. Please take a moment to leave your response! This week’s poll is about figging, and, as a quick aside, if you vote for the fourth option, I would suggest that you start a Google search as soon as possible! ☺ Thanks for your participation!


Well, it’s that dastardly time of the month when really intense fucking sessions can prove to be a big nuisance (and yes, “nuisance” is a thinly-veiled euphemism for “rowdy mess”). Normally I’m not too sexually charged during this week each month, but the collaring and the promise of using our new glass dildo have me all riled up! I find myself yearning for the collar, the spankings, and the cervix-bruising pounding that Daddy gives me… But most of all, I crave the peaceful submission that I find in an extreme sex session with Daddy.

Can we speed up this process, Mother Nature??? Daddy and his Baby Girl have some business to attend to!

Poll Results...and a Confession

Thank you all for participating in this week’s poll regarding the age during which you experienced your first D/s or BDSM urges! I’m going to give you a breakdown of the results and, if you’re patient enough to make it through to the end, you may get a little reward apropos of this week’s theme (courtesy of yours truly).

26 people responded to the question and, interestingly enough, the results weren’t as lopsided as I expected them to be. I had assumed that the two age groups of 6-10 and 11-14 would garner a significant majority of the responses on account of childhood explorations of sexuality and puberty/hormone fluctuations. As it turns out, though, 30% of the respondents identified themselves in the 6-10 age group, 26% were over the age of 18, and 23% were between 15-18 when they had their first TTWD urges… Fascinating stuff!

Well, now that you’ve all been generous enough to offer your input into the poll (all in the interest of science, of course!), and you’ve made it through the dry, quantifiable data, I feel it’s only fair that I share with you my response and my earliest D/s urges… To up the ante, I should mention that not even Daddy has heard this story!

I was 7 or 8 years old when I had my first D/s longings. As I’m sure is true for most of you, I wasn’t able to define the feelings as such, but I knew that I liked it and that it probably would be best to keep it to myself. There was a group of about 4-5 kids that I would play with every day during recess at school. We would chase after each other, play tag, climb the monkey bars…pretty standard schoolyard fare. One day, one of the boys decided that he wanted to play a new game, one in which a couple of girls, at his command, would chase after me to capture me for him. Please keep in mind that, although I’m fairly athletic now, I loathe running. However, when I was 7 years old, I was the fastest girl in my class. This fact, coupled with the imagination of a mischievous young boy, made me quite the sought-after quarry.

One day, the two girls, both very fast in their own right, finally captured me and grabbed me by the arms to take me back to the leader of the group. They had never caught me before, so I didn’t know what the leader had in store for me. All I knew was that I was trapped and exhausted and that I wouldn’t be able to fight whatever was coming next… At that moment, I felt my clit throb in ecstasy and anticipation of the unknown submission that I would be subjected to.

The two minions (also submissives?) escorted me back to Him. I was terrified and turned on all at the same time. Part of me feared the consequences of being caught, part of me wanted to explore the powerful feeling that was stirring inside of me and that was refusing to subside…

And then the bell rang to call us back from recess.

None of us ever spoke of what we did or what we felt that day, but we never played that game again. Perhaps we were all experiencing feelings that we were trying to suppress. Feelings that would eventually surface again as adults, begging to be acknowledged and released…

The Afterglow

Damn, do I love being collared! Since kneeling before him yesterday afternoon in order to receive the physical reminder of my submission to Him, Daddy and I have had some amazing fucking and sucking sessions, I’ve got bruises on my ass and breasts from when He was rough with me, and, truth be told, I just crave more!

I think my favorite part about being collared (at least so far) is the way that my pussy drools every time I have it on…Christ, I can’t believe how turned on I am by being owned in this way! Well, actually, I kinda, sorta can believe it… ;-) In a way, I’ve been waiting my whole life to be owned, to be collared, to be His.

While at work today (thanks for the advice about not wearing it to work, pepper!), all I could think about was getting home to Daddy so that He could put my collar on and let me curl up next to him…*sigh*

Collared bliss…

(Of course, I wonder if I’ll feel the same way about the collar when he has me tethered by its rings, tied up, gagged, and clamped while he canes me or while he assaults my tight back hole with a plug that’s a couple sizes too big… Hey, a girl can dream, right??)

Collared!

So, it’s getting late and I’d like to see if Daddy and I can get to bed a little early tonight for another deep fucking session (is dropping majorly unsubtle hints considered topping from the bottom??), but I have some wonderful news that I would like to share with you!

I’m assuming that you were able to figure out from the title of the post and the accompanying picture, but…Daddy finally collared me!

This is something that He has been discussing with me even before I willingly gave myself over to Him…and it finally happened! I couldn’t be more thrilled, and I’ve been wearing my new accessory ever since he put it on me! Unfortunately, I’m thinking they may frown upon the whole leather/D-ring look at work tomorrow, so I’m going to have to take it off eventually… ;-)

I’ll be sure to post more details about the collaring and the session that came afterwards, but for the time being, I’m proud to say that I’m a happily collared slave!

Thank you, Daddy…

A Good Spanking

“Don’t move.”

Daddy grips my neck tightly with his left hand, holding me face down on the bed. I’m barely awake and the sun is just starting to rise.

whack

The first strike lands firmly in the center of my ripe, round ass. In my groggy state, the suddenness of the blow nearly takes my breath away, but I know that this is just the beginning.

whack-whack-whack

Daddy takes turns with each of my ass cheeks, thoroughly spanking them into submission. My ass, like the rest of me, is His…

whack-whack-whack-whack-whack

The more I fidget, the tighter his hand clamps around the back of my neck, keeping me immobile and completely submissive to his assault.

WHACK

I hear the growl building up in Daddy’s throat, the telltale sound that lets me know that Daddy is at his most dominant and can’t wait to fuck his baby girl.

“Jesus, my cock is rock-hard…you’re about to get fucked, little one.”

The same hand that was beating my ass now trails down the crack of my ass, nearing my slit. Daddy slips his middle finger inside my pussy and, when he feels how wet I am, comes to a realization.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoyed that. Well, whether you enjoyed that or not, I think somebody is going to be getting spankings more often.”

My ass clenches instinctively and my stomach flutters…

I absolutely adore being His!

100!

It’s official! We have reached our 100th blog post since starting “A Daddy and His Baby Girl” in February of 2010. Granted, we may have gotten to triple digit posts a little while sooner had I maintained my presence in the blogosphere over the past year, but that’s neither here nor there! ;-)

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for reading and sharing your experiences with us. It is because of our interwoven stories and explorations that we make the D/s and BDSM communities better, safer, more informed, and richer places for everyone.

It is a privilege to call myself a submissive and to share my experiences with you.

Thanks again to all of you!

Lazy Weekend Poll

First of all, please take a moment to register your opinion/experience in the poll over to the right… →

Thank you, maui girl, for giving me the idea for this poll… After reading some of the responses to your post about your first experience with BDSM, including a couple from my very own Daddy, I thought I’d open the question up in more general terms.

I’m curious to see what the responses are and I’ll be sure to post the results!

And please note, lest I be accused of repeating myself, this is a topic that I’ve mentioned and polled before…but as it is topic that is near and dear to my heart, I thought it could bear some repeating!

Baby Girl Strips for Daddy

“No. Not yet.”

This is what I heard as I unbuttoned my suit jacket and made my first attempts to get comfortable after returning home from work. Daddy stopped me cold.

“Come with me.”

He escorted me to our bedroom, lowered the blinds, and settled into our overstuffed loveseat.

“I want my Baby Girl to strip for me. I’ve been thinking about this for quite awhile.”

Daddy had never asked this of me, but I had no intention of disappointing him. Plus, he had just come home from a long business trip and it made me feel incredibly sexy to know that what he most wanted at that moment was to see me disrobe for him. He wanted full access to his Baby Girl’s body…and he wanted to start by soaking in the sight of her.

“Play with yourself for me.”

My hands instinctively sought out my clit as I touched myself for him.

I stood before him, a wanton little girl slut playing with herself…desperate to be near him, desperate to feel his body, desperate to nuzzle up against his straining cock.

And I soon got what I most craved. Daddy pushed the ottoman away, making room for me to kneel on the floor before him and to wrap my mouth around his thick shaft.

I lavished his cock with attention…suckling, kissing, nibbling… And all I wanted was more of him in my needy, greedy little mouth. Before I knew it, though, Daddy pulled me from my knees and forced me on to the bed. I knew that my tight little pussy would have trouble accommodating his large member, especially after a prolonged period without any penetration. And I was right.

“I want you to know that this is going to hurt you. Good. I want it to hurt… Take it…TAKE IT!!”

As I cried out in delicious agony and submissive freedom, he took his index and middle fingers and stuffed them in my mouth as a makeshift gag… It was all I could do to keep from cumming at that moment – after all, good little girls do not cum until they are given permission to do so. But, Christ, was that hot!

But Daddy wasn’t finished with his little one yet…

He seized my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders, allowing him deeper access to my slick, wanting pussy. Daddy knows how much this position hurts me, but he also knows how much we both love it for that very reason. He fucked me into oblivion, pounding my pussy mercilessly, and gagging me on and off with his fingers.

When he finally filled me with his seed, he looked down at me on the bed and let his thumb rest in the corner of my mouth. At that moment, I don’t know if it was the feeling of being sexually overwhelmed in the best possible way or if it was the feeling of complete vulnerability, but all I wanted to do was suck Daddy’s thumb…

And that’s exactly what I did.

A Deep Need

There is something that I've been wanting for a long time... Something from Daddy... It's not something that we've discussed before, so he has no idea what this want might be...

He's been traveling the past week and I've had plenty of time to reflect upon this want... Plenty of time to realize that this want is turning into a need...

Until I've discussed it with Daddy, I won't share this need with you (I'm an absolutely terrible tease!), but I'd love to hear your thoughts about my minor dilemma...

I've never voiced a need to Daddy before and I would never want to ruin the beautiful dynamic that we share... That being said, how do I let him know of my secret, deep-seated need without "topping from the bottom"? On one hand, he is my Daddy and has every right to know what I'm thinking and feeling. Yet on the other, I'm afraid that if I tell him exactly what I need, it may disrupt our D/s balance...

I feel that this problem is an "oldie but a goodie" in our community, but can any of you offer some words of advice?

Let me sweeten the deal, shall I?

I promise that when I am able to voice my need to Daddy, I'll write every sordid, delicious detail down in this blog for you to enjoy...sound good??

The Same Old Routine

While sheepishly lurking around some of my favorite blogs and attempting to reconnect with some of my old blogosphere friends, it occurred to me that publishing a quick post might not be the worst idea in the world! Hello all!

Although I'm sure you're not all that interested in why I fell off the face of our cozy little planet, perhaps my reasons might provide some fodder for discussion!

While commenting on Florida Dom's blog, I cited a new, time-consuming job as my main reason for lapsing on the blog. After leaving my comment, though, I gave it some more thought and realized that there may be more to it than just employment...

Daddy and I have been together for a couple of years now and we couldn't be happier, and we're still just as Dominant and submissive as we've always been (phew!)...and I will be His for the rest of our lives. Period.

That being said, with challenging jobs, social engagements, working out, and the myriad of little things that make up our lives, it's easy to fall into routines. Yes, even D/s relationships can become routine... And no, routine is not the end of the D/s road. But, and let's be honest here, nobody wants to read about routine...can I get an "amen"?? I mean, the word itself - "routine" - conjures up visions of cranky, middle-aged, combed-over, muumuu wearing, bickering, sexless losers. (Now do you understand my use of the Ropers as my Pic of the Post??)

Does it mean that we don't love each other? Does it mean that we're not as committed to D/s as we once were?? Does it mean that all the really steamy, pervy posts are a thing of the past??? No, no...a million times no!

Well, then, what does it mean, Baby Girl?

Great question!

From my perspective, it means that we're venturing into a new phase in our D/s experience, one that is perhaps deeper and, if possible, more fulfilling than even we expected it to be. The routine of submission, in its own way, is indicative of the level of commitment and trust that we've established. We're firmly established in our patterns of Daddy and Baby Girl and would never have it any other way. It's the patterns and the normalcy of D/s in our lives that allow routine to be acceptable and not something to be feared.

I would love to hear from anyone who has felt routine in D/s as impending doom... I challenge you, as I challenge myself each day, to rethink your perspective and take stock in what you have. Is it that the wildfire of submissiveness (or Dominance) has fizzled out? Or is it that you're gradually stoking the flames of a love, lifestyle, and experience that will continue to flare up and smolder throughout the years to come?

It's your call to make.