Little Slut

“You like it when Daddy uses you this way. You need to be forced open every day by your Master’s cock. Take it…take it…”

Almost every time that Daddy pushes his way into me at the start of a sex session, he talks/whispers/growls to me… He always lets me know who and what I am to him at that moment – my use value according to him, a list of precious assets (pussy, mouth, ass, tits), my status as slave. But every once in a while, he’ll use a specific term that catches my attention more than usual and puts me in a place that I never see coming…

“You little slut.”

God, I love being called that… Part of my affinity for the term is that “slut” is such a wicked, debasing word and having it directed at me doesn’t form part of my normal, daily existence. The other part is the fact that when Daddy calls me that, there couldn’t be a more pure distillation of my essence at that moment. I’m pure slut, a nasty whore who craves a hard fucking more than anything in the world. I don’t want to be a slut, but it’s in my nature and I cannot and must not deny it. Daddy wouldn’t allow that.

And Daddy loves his little slut. He loves controlling her orgasms and making her cum while he hurts her with his cock, rapes her into submission, and degrades her with his epithets. He loves picking the precise moment when the pain has reached a boiling point and then commanding an orgasm from his baby girl’s ravaged body… “You see what a little slut you are? Cumming so hard while Daddy hurts you? God, that’s so wonderfully degrading, little one…”

Yes, it is degrading. And yes, I love it. I’m such a little slut…

A Beautiful Blur

I’m still not sure exactly what Daddy did to me yesterday morning…it’s all a blur…but it’s a beautiful blur, to be sure.

As usual, I woke up a while after he did and went downstairs to see what he was up to. He was on a business call, so I let him be and set about catching up on blog reading and enjoying the beginning of a lazy Sunday. In about 15 minutes, Daddy came from the office and I got up to meet him in the kitchen for a big “good morning” kiss…how was I to know how big it would be? He grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled me to him for a deep, long kiss. I could feel his cock begin to harden through his boxers and knew that I would be taking a load of Daddy’s cum in the very near future… Passionately kissing me, he grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it until I cried out in pain, at which point he forced the first of many orgasms out of me.

“Mmm…I can’t wait to fuck my little girl. Upstairs.” He didn’t have to tell me twice, although here is where things start to get a little fuzzy for me…the details have gotten lost among the deep impressions that a hard fucking from Daddy leave on my body and soul.

Forced to my knees. His cock in my mouth. Hard slaps to my breasts and face. Tears in my eyes. “Don’t you dare let my cock out of your mouth, little one.” Face fucked. Gagging but wanting more. More slaps and pinching. Forced to cum. “Up on the bed, baby girl. It’s time for you to get fucked hard by your Daddy.” Daddy on top of me, pinning me down with his body. Knees pulled back as he roughly shoved his cock into my unprepared pussy. Forced to cum. Slapping, pinching, pulling, biting…screaming. Over and over again, in a whirlwind of pheromones and raw sexual energy, he used me to the point of tears only to then hold me tight against his chest and tell me “Daddy’s here…it’s ok, little one.” The juxtaposition kept me off-balance and reeling, which only served to heighten every last sensation of pain and pleasure…

I’m not sure of all the details or even of the things that Daddy said to me as I teetered on the edge of subspace, but I do know that he fucked me harder than he has ever fucked me before. He slammed into me as if he were hell-bent on pushing straight past my cervix and into my womb. Throughout the fucking, he continued to slap and punish my body in the most frenetic yet surprisingly controlled manner I’ve ever experienced. He knew that he wanted to rape me. He knew how he was going to hurt me with his cock. He knew that he would be feverish with lust yet measured in his approach to his baby girl.

I love and need to see this side of my Daddy – need to be reminded of my servitude and rightful place. I evidently also need to be reminded of the fact that pain sessions don’t always necessarily involve a belt, a cane, a gag, or restraints. All Daddy really needs are his hands, his cock, and his words in order to turn his little girl – his property – into a quivering wreck, completely submissive, and content with her place in the world…

On Using

To my delight -- I always love her posts -- baby girl just wrote about the experience of being used. I thought I'd write about it from my viewpoint.

First, you have to understand that when I use baby girl, it's neither intended or interpreted as punishment. We don't "do" punishment. I understand couples who do, but it's not our thing. If baby girl let me down in some way -- whether she realized it on her own or I had to tell her -- she would punish herself with remorse more than I ever could. Neither of us wants that, so she simply doesn't misbehave in any way. If I order to do something, she does it without question.

I may not punish baby girl, but I do need to remind her of her place. I don't mean that in the "...or she'll get uppity on me" sense, but rather that in a D/s relationship, it's important for the Dom to reinforce the sub's purpose on a regular basis. In my experience, subs are submissive because it provides them with a deep sense of fulfillment they can't find any other way. And it's all too easy for people to get lazy in relationships, and this includes us D/s types. If I didn't regularly do things to reinforce baby girl's sense of her place, then we could drift away from D/s and lose the very thing that brings us both the most pleasure.

So, when I use baby girl, sometimes it's to reinforce her sense of her place (beneath me), her rights (essentially none), and her purpose in life (to give me pleasure). And when I do this, it fulfills her and keeps us both on track.

Other times when I use baby girl, it's more for my pleasure. Being a Dom can be a lot of work at times. Those of you who are Doms -- or who are subs who have been with the right kind of Dom -- know what I mean. I'm not referring to the physical and logistical requirements, but to the mental requirements. I'm baby girl's rock, plain and simple. I don't get upset about things. I don't bitch and whine about things. I don't allow myself to slip into anything that could ever be construed as submissive. Now, partly I do this because I enjoy being her rock. But also I do it because there are compensations, and one of them is getting what I want, when I want it.

I can and do spend lots of time focused on baby girl's pleasure when it suits me, and that's fairly often. But sometimes I don't feel like it. Sometimes I feel like just taking what I want. So I'll wake up turned on and think that it's a good time to use her. As she describes, I roll her on her back, force her legs apart, and force my cock into her tight, barely-wet pussy. I'll fuck her deeply knowing that it hurts her when my cock head hits her cervix. I'll thrust away however I see fit until I cum hard inside her. In short, I take her and use her for my pleasure. I agree with baby girl that it's akin to a rape -- though she long ago knowingly and willingly gave up the right to ever object to anything I do to her, still, I don't have her consent each time, and to someone not versed in D/s, it might look like a form of rape. So be it.

In any case, I get what I want. Which is how it always is. And how it always will be.

On Being Used

Daddy stirs in the pre-dawn darkness that envelops our room. This is the only warning that I will get of what is to come. He is about to use me for his pleasure. Although I am equally thrilled and terrified at the prospect, it makes no difference how I feel about this as Daddy will use me all the same, in any way he wishes. This delicious cycle of use, pain, pleasure, fulfillment is how most of our days start out and I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

He climbs on top of me, fully waking me from my deep sleep as he pries my legs apart with his knee. It is extremely jarring to be woken up in this fashion and Daddy knows this. He knows and takes pleasure in the fact that the first conscious memory that I’ll have every day is of the sweet pain of being forced to take his cock into my unprepared, tight pussy.

His rock-hard cock is at my entrance as he grabs a handful of my long hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look into his eyes. He wants to see the pain reflected in my eyes as he pushes into me…he wants to see how bad his submissive baby girl craves her Daddy’s cock even while he hurts her. He begins to fight his way into my dry, still-sleepy pussy and it is at this moment that I am most acutely aware of the size of his member…he is positively enormous and the pain that courses through my body is a testament to this fact. Funny enough, it is precisely this pain that starts to get my pussy a bit wetter so as to fully take all of Daddy’s cock inside of me.

With my legs pulled back, Daddy stares down into my eyes as he pounds my cervix. I love the deep hurt of having my cervix pummeled by his cock, but I know that I will not be allowed to cum because Daddy’s pleasure is the only priority while I am being used. And although I must always focus on his pleasure, being used is more akin to being raped. I am an object, a piece of property that will be filled with Daddy’s spunk and then left to contemplate her complete servitude.

I beg him to fuck me ever harder. To remind me that the only reason I exist is to give him pleasure. To impale me with his cock and render me a slave for the rest of my life. To breed me. To rape me. To use me.

As Daddy shoots his load into my tight pussy, he lets out a deafening roar and then gently lies on top of me. He kisses me, tells me how much he loves me, and how he will never, ever get tired of using his little girl. With my arms and legs wrapped around him and his softening cock still inside me, I kiss him back and know, more than ever, that I want to be used by him for the rest of my life.