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.

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??)

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…

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?? ;)

Hush

“Hush.” There’s no other word quite like it, is there? It’s subtle yet more resolute than “shhh”, but not rough or abusive like “shut up”. It’s firm, unyielding, and unequivocal, just like the wonderful man who says it to me. I’ve never told Daddy this (although chances are he already knows!), but when he says “hush” to me, it sends lightning through my body and turns me on in the most squirmy, delectable way.

Daddy doesn’t generally like to silence me, and when you’re married to a woman as witty and charming as I am, why would you want to?? ;) Ok, ok, all goofiness aside, Daddy and I share a perfect partnership and enjoy each other’s company to the utmost. We go on hiking and driving adventures together, watch movies together, tease and play with each other, laugh constantly while we’re together, and talk about how we long to be together when we’re apart. We are very lucky to have each other! :)

That being said, it is always understood that Daddy is in charge at all times – that understanding is part of what makes our dynamic work as well as it does. He does not choose to exercise explicitly his authority much of the time, but we both know that he may do so whenever he chooses. “Hush” forms a part of this authority…

When I’m trying to make excuses for being mouthy or ill-mannered…hush. More words will not remedy the situation. It is time to listen and learn.

When I apologize effusively over and over again about something I’ve done…hush. One sincere apology is all that is necessary. Once Daddy has accepted the apology, we move on. It is over.

When he wishes to use me or rape me as his little whore…hush. He does not want to hear how much it hurts when he pushes his way into my unprepared pussy or when he pounds into my cervix. I am his to use and he’ll use me as he wishes, without any protest.

When he places the cock gag in my mouth, strapping it around my head, his mouth so close to my ear…a whispered hush. I couldn’t say anything even if I wanted to, but that one little word, uttered by the man who is my Master and my everything, centers and calms me. It is time to focus on my Daddy.


I’ve mentioned some other hot-button words before, words that trigger a deep-seated need to submit. Yet when Daddy and I started out on this journey together, I never figured that “hush” would be one of them. Now I don’t know what I would ever do without it…

A Hard Fucking

I don't have much time to post, but I will say that Daddy gave me a nice, hard fucking this morning...a much needed fucking for both of us.

He gagged me, he silenced me, he used me, he fucked me, he clamped me, he hurt me, he made me orgasm through the pain...and he promised that this was only the beginning of my submission to him. I was assured that we've only just begun our journey together and that, in our future, he would push every limit or boundary that I thought I knew. He would hurt me in ways that I couldn't even conceive of in order to give me greater pleasure. And worst (or perhaps best?) of all, he would make me beg him to do it...

There are times when I wonder about what I have gotten myself into... Funny enough, now is not one of those times.

Thank you, Daddy.

Rhythm

Last week, I was supposed to be away from home for three nights, but bad weather and a missed connnection made it four. That gave us only three nights together before I had to head out again, and now those three nights are gone. Baby girl is upstairs asleep in her bed while I prepare to leave on another trip.

When I travel two or more weeks in a row like this, which happens reasonably often, it's difficult for us. Being apart interferes with our normal relationship rhythms. When I'm away, I tend to work long hours, and then I don't sleep well on the road, so by the time I come back home, I'm sorely in need of recuperation.

Being a Master and a Dom is one of the most rewarding things I've ever done. It's also a fair amount of work. (That makes sense; after all, which truly worthwhile pursuits are easy?) So when I have been on the road for three or four nights, working ten to twelve hours a day and sleeping two to three hours, by the time I return, honestly, strapping baby girl down to the bed for a caning -- as fulfilling as that is for both of us in different ways -- isn't the first thing on my mind. What's first on my mind is getting into bed and curling up behind baby girl, her back against my chest, our naked bodies touching from our necks down to our feet, my arms wrapped around her... and going to sleep. That's it.

In other words, when I say that my travel disrupts our relationship rhythms, what I mean is that we have less sex and the sex we do have is more vanilla. When we're in our groove -- when we've been together for a week or two and feeling good -- then we have sex two, three, or four times a day. A typical day like that might consist of:

• 6:00 or 6:30 AM. Roll baby girl onto her back and force my cock into her as she groggily wakes up. Use her for my pleasure, pounding her deeply. Force her to focus on me by not allowing her to cum. Make her look up at me to see the man who owns her and uses her. Listen to her beg to be bred, beg her Master and Daddy for his cum. Roar as I spurt a load of cream into her.
• 10:00 or 11:00 AM. Pull baby girl from her chair at the breakfast nook table, drag her to the kitchen, bend her over the granite countertop, and tell her to wait there. Close the blinds that offer a line of sight into the kitchen. Come back and pull down her pants and panties. Force my cock into her and revel in how different it feels in this position. Grab the back of her neck with one hand and hold her head down. Grab her wrists in the other hand and hold them behind her back. Slam into her with everything I have as I shoot my second load of the day into her pussy.
• 3:30 or 4:00 PM. Lead baby girl upstairs to the bedroom. Undress her and have her wait on the bed for me. Get into bed and kiss her, play with her nipples, feel her moistening clit. Pull the vibrator from the nightstand and push it against her mound. Force her to cum, then rest, then again. Climb on top of her. As I fuck her, rip another orgasm out of her. Another. Another. Pull out (kissing her as I do to ease her pain of losing me) and tell her she's going to get to swallow Daddy's cum. Relax on the bed, baby girl between my legs, her hair pulled back and tied, and watch her begin to suck my cock -- first with just her mouth, then adding her hand; harder and faster at first, then slowing down and going more gently to draw out the pleasure. The moment she feels the first taste of cum hit her mouth, she stops and holds her mouth still while flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside of my cock. When I'm spent, I reach down and draw my hand up from the base up to the tip, squeezing any last drops of semen out for her to lap up.

So that, more or less, is a typical "in the groove" day for us. When I'm just back from the road, we might fuck only once and that's it. And there wouldn't be any obvious D/s aspects -- no cock gag, no restraints, no belt, no cane. And that's not how we like it. So, out of self-interest, and wanting to be the best Dom I can be, I'm working on making my on-the-road schedule a little more sane, so that I'll be more my normal self when I come home.

I did use baby girl this morning. We had both woken up early, me for good, her briefly. I pulled the cock gag out and inserted it in her mouth. She moaned. As I climbed atop her, I looked down in her eyes and said, "I'm sure you have feelings you'd like to share with me. Like, how my cock is hurting your insides. It's just that I don't care right now. All I care about is using you." I fucked her for a while like that and then stopped for a moment. "You're not cumming this morning. This is about me. So I want you to know that when I wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, it's not to make your orgasm more intense. You're not cumming. It's to make my orgasm more intense." I paused, then continued. "This isn't a game. There's nothing I can't take from you. Nothing. And you're never going anywhere." As it turned out, the gag and the talk made baby girl wet enough that I couldn't cum easily that way, so I told her she was going to be taking a load of cum in her mouth. "But before I do, to remind you of your place..." I trailed off, then reached down, wrapped a hand around her throat, and squeezed. With the other hand, I slapped her across the face, hard, once per cheek. She didn't try to stop me, but she thrashed briefly, as if to escape. "Don't you fucking forget your place," I hissed. "Hold your hands out to your sides." She obeyed and I brought my hand down hard across her face again, this time, twice per side. That done, I reached down and wrapped both hands around her throat. I squeezed hard. Her eyes went dull and rolled back slightly. She accepted her place. Accepted her fate. Accepted that everything she is belongs to her Master. Accepted that there's nothing I can't take from her.

We both needed that.

This Morning

I've had to rise early most of this past week, so it was nice to not have an alarm waiting for me this morning. I woke up, catnapped for a while, and when I was finally ready, I curled up behind baby girl, spooning her in the manner we both love.

One of the best things about spooning is that it leaves both my hands free. If I want to arouse baby girl, I'll play with her nipples or put a finger or two in her mouth. If I want to reinforce her place for her -- which also has the effect of arousing her, unsurprisingly -- I'll wrap my hand around her throat or grasp her wrists in my hands.

I opted for the latter this morning. She moaned as she felt me restrain her that way. "Go ahead and struggle," I said, and she did, straining against my hands over and over again. Each time she would sigh and moan. When she calmed, I whispered in her ear, "You're never going anywhere, little one. You're never escaping." That elicited the loudest moan of all.

We usually sleep with our window open, but we're both loud in bed, so I ordered baby girl to get up, close the window, and come back to me. When she did, nestling in once again with her back against my chest, I positioned myself so that my cock was pushing against her pussy. I reached down with my finger to open her up a little and guide my cock in. She was so tight that, in that position, I couldn't force my way in as I so often do. I reached down again, thrust two fingers inside her, and spread her lips apart as much as I could -- which wasn't much. This time I was able to shove my cock in. She was tight, but I could feel the wetness coming.

I thrusted into her for a few moments, then rolled us so that she was on her tummy. When we're in that position, I fuck her differently than I've ever seen in porn. Normally you see the girl's legs spread wide, with the man's legs in between. I don't like that. It feels like I don't have the leverage I like. So I have her keep legs together, with my legs around them, and my feet press down against hers. I can thrust as hard as I like without having to grab onto the sheets or anything else.

One of the things I like about this position is how easy it is to wrap my hand around her throat from below. I did so and held it there for a moment. I told her I was going to let her cum soon, and as I said it, I tightened my grip. I held her like that for a few seconds and then ordered her to cum. She did so, crying out as much as she could with me choking her like that. As she finished orgasming, I released my grip. A minute later, I repeated the process, but this time I reached around with both hands. I had my right hand around her throat, tightened it, made her wait, and then just before I allowed her to cum, I used my left hand to cover her mouth and pinch her nose shut. She came in a closed-mouth scream.

Sometimes this would be more than enough raw dominance for me. Not this morning.

I told her to stay where she was. Lifting myself off her, I grabbed her cock gag from the nightstand, put it in her mouth, and told her to strap it around her neck. While she did so, I went to the walk-in closet and grabbed my favorite belt. Bringing it back to the bed, I looped it around her neck. I like the belt because it's so easy to make it as tight as I want: all I have to do is ensure the buckle is in the right place and then pull off to the side. I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"You've given up everything," I said. "All of it belongs to me. There's nothing I can't take away from you."

"Yes, sir," baby girl replied. And with that I tightened the belt hard and ripped another orgasm out of her, bigger than the last.

A few minutes later, when I had made her cum another time or two, I announced from above that baby girl was going to get to swallow my cum this morning. She always moans with anticipation when she hears this. I pulled off the belt and released the cock gag strap. I lifted myself off her so that she could tie her hair back as she does whenever she sucks my cock. She moved into position, me on my back, her kneeling between my legs, about to lean over to begin the process that we both know will end with me roaring as I spurt all over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. But as she was about to start, she looked up at me plaintively.

"Daddy, can I have the belt around my neck while I suck your cock?"

I love my little slave.

Oral Fixation

Maybe it’s just me, but there is something so wonderfully appealing about a cock-shaped gag. Anybody? Anybody? I definitely don’t think that I’m the only one out there who feels this way, but I must say that my deep-seated affection for this particular gag has left me a bit, um, speechless(?). Before meeting Daddy, I had had very little experience with gags; they were of the ball variety and inevitably left a horrible taste and a sharp burning sensation in my mouth. Daddy and I discussed these lamentable issues, he conducted some research, and found the cock gag for me. Granted, if he had decided that he wished me to suffer through the use of a ball gag, it would be well within his rights, but I think his eye was on endurance and focus. In other words, I would best be able to endure long sessions of restraint and better focus on his pleasure if I weren’t struggling with a foul gag.

Now, as a woman who loves sucking cock (oh, I do, I do, I really do…) who belongs to a Master who demands to have his cock sucked daily, one would think that I would have my fill of having my mouth stuffed with dick. But alas, this is not the case. I routinely ask to have Daddy strap the cock gag on me and, on the occasions when I don’t ask for it, I feel a special warmth in my pussy when I see him reach for the gag after he’s tied me to the bed. In fact, when Daddy is being particularly severe in our sessions, I find that the rubber cock secured in my mouth is a tremendous comfort. I draw it deep into my mouth and suckle it like a child sucks her thumb (more on this later), closing my eyes and imagining that it’s Daddy’s cock that I’m pleasuring.

So what exactly am I getting at here? I guess I’m trying to make two points. First, thank you to Daddy for finding the ideal gag for his baby girl and intuitively knowing that a cock in my mouth would both comfort me and reinforce my submission to him. And second, yet another thank you to my Master for awakening his little one’s oral fixation. I’m thinking that this tendency is in both our best interests, wouldn’t you say?