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?

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…

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…

Is Bond a Dom?

(All the pics featured are not my own, so if you would like me to take them down, please let me know and I will do so!)

In a slight (and rather fun!) change of pace, I thought that I’d write about a hypothetical question that Daddy and I have been grappling with for a while now.

To begin with, Daddy and I are big James Bond fans. We regularly quote the films and each have our favorite Bond (well, Connery is obviously our favorite, so that’s not much of a newsflash!), our favorite film (mine is Thunderball or On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and Daddy’s is You Only Live Twice), our favorite Bond song (mine is “The Living Daylights” and Daddy’s is “Live and Let Die”), our favorite Bond girl (this one requires some qualification, as you’ll see in the ensuing text!), etc. One of the first conversations we had after we met was about our Bond preferences (which, as I’m sure we all recognize, can make or break a relationship) and we’ve had countless chats and movie screenings ever since. But there’s one question that has left us a bit stumped, and it’s the question that inspired the title of this post: Is James Bond a kinkster? Could he be a Dom?

Even if you’re not a fan of the films or the character, chances are you have a working knowledge of exactly who James Bond is and you can name at least a few of the movies or some of the actors who have played the role. You are no doubt aware that bond is an überman, a man who oozes sexual prowess and command of every situation. Even when staring death in the face, he can always take a moment for a quick quip or a sexual rendezvous. Men respect and fear him and women adore and lust after him. But I repeat, does all this raw sexual power translate into a penchant for domination?

Let’s look at the evidence we have from the films… Bond has taken virginity (Solitaire in Live and Let Die). He has bedded fellow spies (Agent XXX in The Spy Who Loved Me and Holly Goodhead in Moonraker). Bond has sexually tamed some seemingly indomitable women (Pussy Galore in Goldfinger and Tiffany Case in Diamonds Are Forever). Single or married? Black? White? Asian? It makes no difference to him – if you’re hot, Bond is going to sex you up! But, to our knowledge, Bond has never tied up any woman nor spanked/slapped a woman in a sexual scenario (and no, smacking Dink on the ass in Goldfinger doesn’t count!).

Bond might be a lothario, but he hardly seems interested in the D/s lifestyle. Yes, he sleeps with a lot of women, and yes, he is very manly and in charge of his sexuality, but he shows no predilection for taking on a submissive. In fact, there are more scenes with Bond being tied up and tortured in somewhat exotic/erotic fashions than scenes of any of the Bond girls being tortured. Although there are many, I’m reminded of three torture/bondage scenes in particular: the rack in Thunderball, the medieval garrote/iron collar chair in The World Is Not Enough, and the seatless chair in Casino Royale. Obviously Bond was able to escape these scenes intact...that's what makes him Bond! Yet, unless he's the most closeted switch in literary/film history, it's hard for us to imagine Bond embracing a Domly approach to life.





So, based on our lengthy hypothetical conversations, and a careful analysis of the films, we’ve come to the conclusion that, although we very much respect Bond, he is not one of us and wouldn’t want any part of the D/s lifestyle that we enjoy. Pity… ;)

Any thoughts on the matter? We’d love to hear what you think!

Worked Down

I walked in to the dining room to find baby girl working at her computer. I brushed my hand across her face.

"Remember that when you ask for something, you always get more than you bargained for," I said.

"I know, Daddy."

I ordered her to the bedroom, telling her to be waiting for me naked, on her knees, with her hair pulled back. After she left, I grabbed her iPod to look for something suitably loud. A quick search and I knew that Guns N' Roses would do the trick. I put the iPod and headphones in my pocket and headed for the bedroom.

Finding baby girl there, I pulled the straps out from between the mattress and box springs -- not just the wrist straps, but the ankle straps that we had yet to use. I ordered her onto the bed, face down, and strapped her down. I put her blindfold on her. Knowing that she was almost certainly expecting the cock gag, I told her that I wouldn't be giving it to her, because I wanted to hear every cry of pain in perfect detail. "You won't be mute," I said, "but you will be deaf." I put the headphones on her and left her like that.

When I returned a few minutes later, I could hear music loudly enough that I knew she couldn't hear much of anything else. With her naked before me, strapped down in place, blindfolded, and deaf, I paused, then brought the cane down hard on her ass, completely without warning. She cried out and thrashed as much as she could given the straps. I saw the little bit of play in them and stopped just long enough to tighten them all, then resumed the caning.

With each stroke, baby girl would cry out. Sometimes she'd just scream. Other times I'd hear "It hurts," "Fuck," or "Fuck it" mixed in with the pain.

I'd pause a bit between strokes, long enough to ensure she wouldn't enter subspace -- if she did, there'd be no breaking her today. After five or ten strokes of the cane, I switched to the belt for a different sensation. After five or ten strokes of that, I would take her egg vibrator and hold it against her clit for a minute or so. Baby girl knows better than to cum without permission; this was about veering back and forth between extreme pain and extreme (but non-orgasmic) pleasure.

It continued like that for a while: cane, belt, vibrator. Cane, belt, vibrator. Cane, belt, vibrator.

At one point I stopped and caressed her face to reassure her. Another time I stopped and let her suck on my finger with the same goal. Each time, it was then back to the cane, belt, vibrator cycle.

I had switched sides of the bed to more evenly distribute the welts when finally it came: not cries of pain, not curses, but sobbing. Tears were flowing. I had broken her.

Quickly, I turned off the music, took the vibrator and pushed it against her clit, shoved two fingers deeply into her cunt, and as she gasped, I ordered her to cum hard. She did, screaming. I didn't let the orgasms cease. "Don't stop cumming!" I commanded, and she didn't. Over and over, in waves crashing atop one another, the screaming nearly constant, until I knew she was as spent as she needed to be. The vibrator came off, the fingers came out, the straps came undone, and we cuddled on the bed as she shivered, holding onto me for dear life.

I'm going to call that a success.

Worked Up

Worked up…that’s exactly what I am right now. It’s an unsettling feeling, to say the least. The truth is that I have a job interview in a few hours and I’m in the last stages of preparing myself for it. I should be in my comfort zone, I should have this job in the bag (it’s very part-time, but at least it’s something!), but still I’m worked up. My tummy is a little queasy, my brain slightly scattered, and my palms are cool to the touch…hmmm, in what other situations do I experience these physical sensations? Ohhhh, that’s right. These are the same symptoms that I get when Daddy is about to tie me up and use me for his pleasure (which usually results in a substantial amount of pain for me).

I perspire a bit, my eyes dart wildly, my mind races, and it’s all I can do to remain kneeling until Daddy instructs me to get on the bed in the desired position. The buildup is sinfully slow and precise, which more than adequately demonstrates Daddy’s methodical nature. He knows the state I’m in and wishes to savor the adrenaline-laced ambience of our room before he gets to work. By the time I’m strapped down, blindfolded, and gagged, I’m on the verge of tears and haven’t even felt a single blow yet.

The release after the first strike is indescribable. I crave it, I need it, I beg for it, and Daddy always delivers exactly what his baby girl needs…even when she doesn’t know what that is herself. Once the beating/caning/spanking is over, and the rush subsides, a peace washes over me as Daddy cradles me in his arms, reminding me over and over what a good little girl I am and how much I please him.

So, if I’m to make a long story short, do you think I might be able to convince Daddy to beat me before my interview? It seems like the only sensible solution to get me past these nerves, don’t you think? ;)

A Caning

Daddy put me on my knees and forced his cock into my mouth. After slapping my face and breasts a few times, I looked up into his eyes and as he caressed my face he whispered, “I’m going to hurt you so badly, little one. Time to get up.” As I shook with fear, he pulled me to my feet and instructed me to get on the bed, face down.

He methodically strapped my wrists tightly to the bed and put the blindfold on. “I’m scared, Daddy.” He stroked my arm and reassured me, “I know, little one, I know.” I heard him moving about the room and taking trips to the closet to collect the implements that he wanted to use on me. I knew what was coming…the cane. But there was to be more than just the cane as I soon found out.

I heard him take the cap off the lube, then there was a short pause before I felt him push the plug against my extremely tight asshole (more on this later.) As he slipped the slender plug into me, it felt wonderful to be so exposed and vulnerable for Daddy. A few intermittent, hard slaps across my ass brought my mind back to what was about to happen…a very painful session. With the plug in my freshly spanked ass, Daddy ordered me to spread my legs, took my vibrating bullet, and applied it directly to my clit, knowing how much I love this. He was taking his time to purposefully combine pain and pleasure for me. His ultimate hope is to have me crave the pain that he loves to give and I must admit that his training is eliciting the desired effect.

Although the plug was a bit too small for our purposes (it kept sliding out when I would orgasm or tense up), the feeling of having it reinserted time and again was very enjoyable. Daddy pushed it in firmly, turned off the vibrator and then grabbed the cane. I had never been caned before yesterday and the very thought of enduring a caning was almost too much for me to fathom. He slowly glided the instrument across my exposed back and legs, letting me contemplate what was about to occur. It was then that he brought down the first strike.

The pain was shocking because of the swiftness of the blow and the concentrated area of impact. Daddy continued to strike with the cane as I writhed in pain beneath him. He got on the bed next to me, partly to hold me down and prevent me from squirming and partly to reapply the vibrator to my throbbing clit. The intensity of the caning and the vibrations through my entire pussy were almost too much to take and Daddy was aware of this… He ordered me to cum, and although I could not see his face for the blindfold, I know that he must have been extremely pleased with the screaming orgasm that he ripped from my battered, over-stimulated body. He was so pleased, in fact, that he commanded another two orgasms from my quivering wreck of a body.

As he intermittently turned the vibrator on and off, the rain of blows from the cane became more intense. I knew what he was trying to do before he even told me of his plans. He wanted to put me in subspace (more on this at another time) and control me while I was in this hypnotic state. Harder and harder he beat me, my exposed ass burning with searing pain. And then it stopped…I floated. I was in subspace. I knew Daddy was still hitting me, but I couldn’t feel the pain anymore…I felt released. It was in this state that Daddy ordered me to have the biggest orgasm of my entire life…and as waves of pleasure flowed over me, I was always aware that Daddy was with me, guiding me through the miasma of subspace and pulling me back to him.

When I came down from my orgasm, Daddy unstrapped my wrists and pulled me toward him on the bed. I curled up in his arms and thanked him for the most amazing beating he had ever given me. I truly am a very lucky little girl…

Missing Daddy...

Daddy is leaving for a few days on a business trip and this always leaves me sad and a bit “off” when he’s gone. The house too quiet, the bed too big, the laughter too infrequent, the caresses too absent. I always miss him terribly and I know that he misses his baby girl too, which makes his homecomings that much sweeter. Yet after a weekend like the one we just had, a weekend full of happiness, joy, good food, wonderful talks, and amazing (and extremely frequent!) sex, I have a memory bursting with erotic sensations, a body full of delicious bruises, and an imagination running wild with thoughts of what Daddy has in store for me when he comes back home…

It had definitely been awhile since Daddy tied me down to the bed to use me, and as he put my wrist in the second cuff, I struggled to catch my breath and focus on what was about to happen. He tightened the straps, ensuring that I could not squirm away during the most intense part of the exquisite torture that he was about to inflict upon me.

Daddy has a large and commanding frame, yet after he put the blindfold over my eyes, I could barely sense his movements or even hear his footfalls. As I strained to listen for the slightest disturbance in my surroundings, Daddy put the first clothespin on my sensitive and tender nipple…and then the other got the same treatment. I love the feeling of having my nipples clamped, despite the initial pain that always rips through my body. Of course, Daddy knows all of this and enjoys giving me the pleasure that can only be found in pain…

As he took his place between my legs, he spread them wide apart to provide him with ample access to my dripping pussy and a magnificent view of his submissive, bound, blindfolded, clamped, obedient slave who would never deny him anything. The sense of omnipotence at that moment is one that I can only imagine…

Back on Track

For the last three months or so, our sex life has been a little different than normal. First we were apart for a few weeks, and then we were celebrating the holidays with family. After that, we were apart on and off again, and then we both were sick at different times. We've never let up on the amount of sex when we've been together, but the D in D/s has been more psychological than physical. That changed yesterday.

We had already had sex two or three times in the morning (we start early and then go back to sleep), and it was about time to head upstairs, clean up, and go out on errands for the day. I followed baby girl up to our bedroom, took off her clothes, and told her to lie down on the bed. Reaching beneath the mattress, I pulled out the straps and cuffed her wrists down, her arms wide apart. I grabbed some toys from the closet and was about to put in her cock gag when she reminded me of her lingering cold and that she might not be able to breathe through her nose. I went instead for the blindfold. With her cuffs and blindfold in place, I grabbed two clothespins from the nightstand and attached them to her nipples, drawing a cry each time.

I didn't enter baby girl right away. I didn't immediately start hurting her with my cock deep in her pussy or by alternating the clothespins off and on her nipples, or with my hands slapping her breasts (though those were soon to follow). I paused for a moment and looked at her beneath me, utterly helpless, absolutely desirable, and wondered to myself why I had gone so long without doing this. And I knew I wouldn't let this much time pass between bondage sessions ever again.