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.

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.

The Quickie

“Stroke my cock, baby girl. Stroke Daddy and make him nice and hard…”

We had just hopped into bed, indulging in one last quickie before Daddy had to leave on his two week business trip. Although I’m not sure that “quickie” captures all the wonderful nuances of what we shared that afternoon…what we’ll share for the rest of our lives. We both knew that two weeks apart would be difficult and that we would have a rough go of it, but Daddy helped me to refocus on the here and now…on us.

After he ordered me upstairs, we began to climb the stairs in unison, knowing that we would be heading directly for the bed. We undressed quickly and shimmied under the covers and Daddy ordered me to stroke his cock. Taking his thick shaft in my hand, I immediately felt him become firmer in my grasp. As I used soft touches and a light, but solid grip to caress and stroke my Daddy, he took my left nipple in his mouth and forcefully twisted my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Yet another twitch from Daddy’s cock as his baby girl moaned in ecstasy from his ministrations… Good little girls aren’t supposed to like getting touched by their Daddies that way…but after he commanded a couple orgasms from my body, I became aware that I couldn’t remember how I had ever cum before meeting my Daddy.

Continuing to suck on my nipple, his hand slid its way down my body and his fingers found their way to my slick pussy and swollen little clit. One more pussy-clenching orgasm for baby girl and then, in one swift movement, Daddy was on top of me with his cockhead at my opening. He looked deep into my eyes…looked through me…looked at the little girl that existed only for him… And then he was inside her, as deep as he could possibly get… Daddy pounded my pussy until he exploded in a roar of an orgasm.

Truth be told, there wasn’t any particular aspect about our sex session that made it vastly different from one of our “normal” sex sessions…but that’s precisely what made it so incredible. I was reminded that “normal” for us is a perpetually and infinitely fulfilling experience and that my life is intrinsically connected to one amazing man…a man who just happens to be my Daddy.

It's Been Too Long...

Hello all! It’s nice to be back…and to see that find that our blog has continued to resonate with our amazing community of “pervy” folk (and, as we all know, the pervy folk are the most fun folk!).

In an egregious, unabashed use of the passive voice (so as to shift all blame for my absence toward external factors!), an outstanding two-week vacation, a return to work that had us reeling for a bit, followed by Daddy’s extended two-week business trip, and a visit by a couple of just plain awful out-of-town guests, all conspired to keep me away from the blog for an embarrassingly long period of time! Thank you for your patience and your continued interest!

Now, without further ado, back to the delightfully nasty sexy stuff that you all love and adore… ;)

Daddy’s been gone for about a week and a half now and my pussy is positively aching to feel him again…his warm body, his thick cock, his dominance. I would compare my pussy to a feral beast, salivating at the thought of sinking its teeth into freshly killed prey, but this metaphor seems far too Dom-like (and toothy!) to me and doesn’t capture the nature of my submission. And despite the somewhat obvious physical similarities, even the docile Venus Flytrap, patiently waiting for its feast to arrive, seems aggressive at this point. For now, solid metaphors escape me, so I’ll just leave it at Daddy’s baby girl can’t wait for him to come home and is desperate to feel him inside her again…

This is one of the longest periods that Daddy and I have been without sex since we’ve been married…and, as you might assume, neither of us is enjoying it…at all. There is really only one plus that I can take from this experience. It is the knowledge that when Daddy takes what is rightfully his upon his return it will hurt. This pain is unlike any other and I equate it to the first time that I ever felt him deep inside of me… Delicious. Nostalgic. All-consuming. Pain.

When this excruciatingly lovely pain is combined with Daddy’s words, reiterating his total dominance and ownership of me as he buries himself inside of me, it will take every last bit of will and strength that I have in order to not cum at that moment…

I mean, hell, I’m teetering on the edge as I type!!! Please come home soon, Daddy! :)

On Being Submissive - Interview

Hello all! My blogosphere friend turiya recently posted an interview with me on one of her blogs entitled “On Being Submissive” (nee “On Being Slave”). The interview can be found here. Please visit to learn a bit more about the relationship that Daddy and I have, and also to let turiya know how much you appreciate her dedication to our collective lifestyles! :) Thank you!

Penetration

Since Daddy has been traveling quite a bit lately, we’ve been spending a significant amount of our limited alone time when he’s home, um, “reconnecting” (“reconnecting” = thinly veiled euphemism for fucking…a lot!). We find ourselves falling into our familiar patterns of dominance and submission while we’re at our most intimate and there is much comfort in this… We’re both aware and in tune with each other’s needs and we have wasted no time in making sure that those needs are met!

That being said, there is a particular aspect of our love-making/fucking/sex sessions that has really caught my attention as of late – penetration. Yes, I know, most sexual acts involve some degree of penetration, but how often do we slow down enough to focus on the penetrative act in and of itself? Penetration is usually the means to the end and lends itself to a myriad of sexual delights...especially when the act of penetration is repeated over and over…and over again! Woohoo!

What I’m referring to as noteworthy is the initial entry into the body, and in this case, the initial entry into my pussy. Daddy is rather well-endowed and I’ve never had a child, so I’m nice and tight for him. Of course, this combination proves to be excruciatingly delightful time and time again. When Daddy climbs on top of me and rests the tip of his thick cock against my not-too-slick, waiting and wanting hole, the suspense is more than palpable. He forces, thrusts, and grinds his way into me, both hurting and pleasuring me, all the time reminding me of who I am and why I exist…

“You like this, baby girl. You like feeling your Daddy fight his way into you. You need me to hurt you with my cock. You can’t be complete without this…” And he’s right.

In a way, this penetrative ritual is our sexual mantra, reaffirming our respective domination and submission. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that said mantra also serves to make me crave his cock more than ever! ;)

So, all I’m saying is that the next time you’re with your partner, if you have the opportunity, take a moment to slow down and really focus on and savor that first penetration.

You won’t regret it!

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.

Checking In

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

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

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

36 Hours Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

36 Hours

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

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

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

See you soon, Daddy! :)

Missing Baby Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

One Person

Daddy is officially home again and we’re on our way to reconnecting, although we have limited time until our family arrives! Either way, I’m not complaining…I’ve missed him so much over the past couple weeks and found myself talking to myself (or the cat) more than usual. And any way you slice it, the cat just doesn’t have the same scintillating, scathing wit that Daddy does – not even close! ;)

This will be a shorter post than normal because I want to enjoy basking in Daddy’s presence and savor every minute that he’s home with me. But I did want to share one thing, something that’s made me smile and I hope it will make you smile too!

After I picked Daddy up from the airport last night and we got back to the house (I surprised him with some new houseplants to add some color to our wonderful home), he found a card waiting for him on his pillow. I wonder who could have put that there?? ;) I won’t go into the details of what I wrote on the inside (that part is just for Daddy and me), but the outside of the card had a lovely saying that read:

“To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.”

This is an absolutely beautiful sentiment and one that takes on a deeper meaning when read in a D/s context. Daddy is my world. Period. No matter how much I would like to take on burden after burden and not share with him, in the end, I belong to him and those burdens are his to share and to ultimately deal with. When he’s gone, I long for him. When he is with me, I drink in his presence like the sweetest wine. When I cry, he wipes my tears away. When he makes me cry, he holds me and calls me his good little girl. How could I ever deny him anything? How could I ever live without him?

Yup, for this one person, Daddy is my world…

So, for all of you out there who have that one person in your life, please be sure to share that feeling with them! Sorry to get all sappy on you, but when you’re smiling as much as I am, sometimes you have to share those smiles with those around you… :) Take care!

A Challenging Couple of Weeks

Daddy is on the road again this week and thankfully will be back late Wednesday evening. I miss him terribly when he’s away and there is a definite interruption in our normal routine, our Rhythm (as Daddy wrote about a couple days ago). Yet this return home is a bit different and I am slightly nervous to see how it will play out. He is going to be extremely busy with work matters on Thursday, we have an all-day conference and evening obligations on Friday, and then we have relatives visiting us the whole following week (which covers two entire weekends…gasp!).

We haven’t had a visit like this since we’ve been married and, although we’re both looking forward to it, I’m anxious about not being able to find enough alone time for us. First of all, we won’t be able to spend hours in bed, reconnecting and talking as we like to do on a regular basis (especially after he comes back from a business trip). Then there is the additional fact that whether Daddy is using me or making love to me, when he cums the walls shake from the roar. Not really something you want to share with unsuspecting relatives. I can hear the questions now… “Has he been shot? Should we call an ambulance?? Do you need me to tourniquet anything???” Yikes. The point is, when he can’t cum loudly, which we’ve dealt with in limited doses on prior occasions, it feels ok, but it’s not as fulfilling an experience as it could be. Having family in the house sort of precludes any D/s play that we like to engage in, that is unless of course they might wish to join in on the fun (ok, I’m suppressing a scream of absolute horror after that last comment!).

Daddy won’t be able to bend me over any counters and fuck me. He won’t be able to put me on my knees wherever and whenever he wishes. He won’t be able to cane and/or belt me until I break. He won’t be able to tie me to the bed and leave me there, attending to me when he feels like it. *sigh* Without wishing to be too punny, our hands are tied on this one!

In moments such as these, I come to appreciate (even moreso than I already do) the amazing connection that Daddy and I share. When we’re unwilling to share the nature of our relationship with others (which is usually the case) or are simply in a place that would frown upon any outward expression of Daddy’s ownership of me, there are small ways that he expresses his domination. I crave these small demonstrations of affection and control more than I could ever express.

Sometimes, he’ll take hold of my long hair and use this hand-fashioned pony tail to guide me or direct my attention. At other times, he’ll place his hand around the back my neck and squeeze softly, just enough for me to know that he is in control and that I am owned, whether we are in public or not. But most of the time, Daddy will place his hand on my back, using it to reinforce my submission to him. If there were any doubt that he was in charge (which there never is), somehow that hand and his sense of presence at those moments seem to dispel any concerns.

If you were in the room with us while Daddy was performing one of these rituals, you might never even notice it. And, even if you were to notice, to vanilla eyes (i.e. to the eyes of our visiting family) these expressions would seem affectionate but nothing more. Because of our special relationship and the need for a D/s dynamic, these demonstrations take on a whole new meaning, especially when we are unable to engage in the customary activities that we enjoy.

I guess we’re going to have to ample time to discover new, creative, and subtle expressions of our domination and submission over the next couple of weeks…wish us luck!

A Different Kind of Focus

As you may have seen in Daddy’s comment on my previous post, our evening didn’t transpire as we thought it would… Although I wasn’t sure what to expect, I knew (or thought I did) that Daddy was going to center me with a pain session of some sort. Although I can’t speak for him, I’m pretty sure that Daddy had a very good idea of what he wanted to do to me before he left on his business trip. But after spending an evening on the couch, enjoying a nice dinner and a heartwarming movie, plans changed…

After taking some time to talk about and savor our special relationship (and then a little more time to make out on the couch!), Daddy took me upstairs, not to hurt me but rather to make love to me. As he stood next to the bed, I took care to get his thick cock nice and hard with my mouth. He turned me over onto my back and got on the bed, occupying the space between my thighs. Rather than plunge directly into my pussy, he decided to first claim what was his with his oh-so-talented tongue. Before meeting Daddy, I was never all that into having oral performed on me (although I love giving it!). In the past, whenever oral was on the table, I had to contend with partners who were bumbling idiots, disinterested, and even biters (!)…needless to say, I could take it or leave it, but most of the time I preferred to leave it. Daddy never gave me the option to refuse oral sex from him, and he was convinced that he would be able to change my opinion… Why must he always be right?? ;) I love it when my Master eats my pussy and commands me to cum while his tongue grazes and strokes my sensitive little bud…mmm… I’m getting wet just thinking about it, but I digress!

As I came down from my second orgasm and with my pussy still clenching from the pleasure, Daddy buried his cock in my tight little pussy. We kissed, we talked, we stared into each other’s eyes, I smelled and tasted my cunt juices smeared in his facial hair, we made love, and we came together in a simultaneous surge of ecstasy…

And yet again, Daddy was right… He had centered and focused me, as he had promised to do all along. He also reminded me that pleasure, pain, love, sex, and desire all wind together to reinforce my submission and to strengthen my devotion to Him, to my Daddy. I eagerly await his return from his trip…a very content, obedient, centered, devoted, and loving little girl will be waiting for him upon his arrival.

A Minor Blip

As Daddy often says, we’re the happiest couple that we know. We laugh all the time, we truly enjoy each other’s company, we’re madly in love, we communicate effectively, we like to do the day-to-day things together, we operate as a team, our sex life is off the charts… What more could we ask for?? Well, when you have a marriage and D/s relationship that is so utterly seamless and perfect, when there is even a small disturbance, it exposes itself instantly. For any other couple, it wouldn’t even register, but we’re both hypersensitive about our happiness and make it a daily priority to work on our relationship and to maintain our high standard of bliss! This week seems to be haunted by just one little disturbance that we can’t quite put our finger on, but it’s there… Maybe it’s a host of even smaller disturbances, but still, I know that we’re both ready to move out of this funk and get back to being “us”.

For my part, I’ve been struggling with the hormonal ebb and flow of my time of the month, which never bodes well for my sanity (or for Daddy’s either, I might add!). Although I suck Daddy’s cock daily during this time, we’re used to having sex/fucking at least once a day. This week puts the kibosh on really aggressive sex and/or play because of the ensuing cleanup efforts. We know that we could have sex (and have done so in the past), we just choose to avoid it if at all possible. Of course, we both find this lack of sex to be less than optimal and are getting antsy about getting back to business as usual. This is a small, identifiable, and easily fixable disturbance that we should be able to take care of very soon…and hopefully I mean very soon!

The other slight disturbance comes back to me as well… It’s not that Daddy is never at fault for anything, it’s just that, in this case, I recognize that my mental attitude is setting up a block between us. It has to do with the idea of Daddy with another woman. In his post from a few days ago (My Rights), he alluded to the fact that, if he so wished, he could be with another woman and that this would be entirely within his rights. This is a difficult notion for me to wrap my head around. Although I know that the likelihood of him doing so is incredibly slim, I must come to terms with the fact that he is my Master and he is able to do as he sees fit. He knows that I don’t like the idea of him with another woman, but he is helping me to see that it really doesn’t matter whether I like it or not. I am his property and have no say as to what he does. He is right. My role is to accept and obey.

Acceptance and obedience… I think I’ve found my new mantra for the week…and for the rest of my life…