A Marked Face

I rolled over at about 6:45 this morning and realized that Daddy had already gotten up. This is not unusual, considering that he is a light sleeper and we went to bed early last night. I, on the other hand, am a heavy sleeper and could most likely sleep through an armed invasion of our home and even, dare I say, our entire portion of the United States!

That being said, at about 8:15 I stirred yet again and flipped over in bed, my eyes opening just a bit to let the morning light in. But that’s not all I saw. There was a figure looming next to my side of the bed, looking down on me, masturbating... A figure that pounced on me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the edge of the bed. As he pulled me to the edge of the bed, continuing to masturbate, I recognized my Daddy’s cock, rock hard and straining. He positioned me underneath his cock and, knowing what he wanted of me, I instinctively opened my mouth. He continued stroking his cock as I stared up at it… He was agonizingly close to orgasm and I could feel his release nearing.

He began to shoot his load in my mouth, across my lips, over my face…marking me with his cum as his own. Once he had finished, and I could taste him in my mouth, he used his cock and his fingers to rub his cream into my face. “I love using you, little one…” he whispered to me as I stared up at him. Although I thought this was the end of the session, in one quick move, Daddy had his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly, and sealing off my air. “Cum! Cum now!” I whimpered and thrashed as the orgasm flowed through me. “Hush. Hush.” I quieted down and focused on cumming for Daddy and on being the good little cumslut that he cherishes and adores…

And now, as I write this, I still have Daddy’s hardened cum on me. It is a mark of pride in being his. I am his property, his slave, his baby girl…and it’s written – literally – all over my face. If it weren’t for my imminent shower, I would leave it there all day long…

Fun Friday Poll!

Well, Daddy is back home again, I have a couple of loads of his cum inside of me, and we're gearing up for a great weekend....ahhhh, all is right with the world! :) I'm always amazed at how a good fucking/sucking session can reset my submission and put me in my place, ready to serve my Daddy/Master...and again, all is right with the world!

I don't have much to post about right now, but I'm thinking about starting a regular Friday poll feature...not too original, but fun nonetheless!

This Friday's poll (found to the right ---> ) has to do with your favorite playtime toys. I know that they all sound tempting in their own way, so please feel free to select more than one, but try to limit yourself to your absolute faves!!! ;)

Above all, enjoy! I hope you all have a great weekend and I look forward to your responses! :)

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…

Poll Results and a Question

A little over a week ago, I posted a poll in which I asked what subs prefer to call their Doms or what Doms preferred their subs to call them. Voters were asked to choose the name that they used the most or most preferred, although it was possible to choose more than one answer. I would like to thank everyone for their participation - the results are now in and a post is due from yours truly!

The responses were as follows (from most to least popular): Master (54%), Sir (40%), Daddy (36%), a term of endearment such as Dear or Sweetie (6%), or another name altogether (4%). Of the 44 people who voted, no one responded under the “Proper Name” category (I expected as much. I mean, even vanilla couples rarely use proper names to address one another, but I thought there might be one or two of us who preferred it).

Now, more importantly, why would I have conducted this poll in the first place? Great question! ;) Well, it’s like this, see… I follow quite a few blogs and enjoy each of them for different reasons. I read about the exploits of role players, M/s couples, D/s couples, polyamorous folks, spankos, newbies, atheists and agnostics, Christians, veteran and/or searching Doms, confident, bitchy, intelligent, feminist, and/or insecure subs, moms, dads, grandpas and grandmas, and an enormous host of other wonderful people engaging in a kinkster lifestyle that the majority of society would simply not understand or would view as a spectacle or perversion. I enjoy reading these blogs because I love the idea of sharing ideas, thoughts, and feelings with an understanding crowd. I’m not a blogger because I like staring at my own navel; I’m a blogger because, at heart, I’m a student of human nature, constantly searching for more information about how we engage with and love one another.

This being said, and part of what I enjoy about the blogosphere, is that there is a strong tendency within our web of communities to respect each others’ kinks, provided that they are consensual, safe, sane, and don’t involve minors (I have yet to discover a single blog that does not have an age disclaimer, advising those under the age of 18 to look elsewhere for their kicks/kinks). Yet in the past couple of months, I have read a number of blog posts and comments on other blogs from people within the community that react negatively to the Daddy/little girl D/s dynamic. This got me to thinking… Are the people who use “Daddy” to refer to their Masters/Owners, etc. really that few in number? Is there something that makes Daddy/little girl inherently wrong beyond the mere taboo? Is the Daddy/little girl dynamic more problematic than, say, the Master/slave dynamic? *

As a little girl and a slave to my Daddy/Master, I obviously have no problem with any of these terms, but there is definitely something about Daddy/little girl that has people in a huff. (By the way, and as a side note, I love Daddy’s very first post in which he describes perfectly the nature of our relationship…I would never be able to say it any better! But I digress…). I’m convinced that people have passed by our blog solely because of the title (although, of course, I respect everyone’s right to choose!). I have engaged in e-mail exchanges with other kinksters who have registered their disapproval with our dynamic. Ok, ok, I understand that the even the implication of pedophilia can be an extremely sensitive subject, but when those involved are clearly and openly over the age of consent (and then some!), where does the problem lie? I would love to know.

So, according to the poll and from my intensive blog reading, I have proof that Daddy and I are not alone! In fact, “Sir” only outscored “Daddy” by two votes in the poll. Yes, I understand that this “proof” is rather skewed (yeah, it’s like giving the scientific method the middle finger!), considering that those who voted are likely followers of our blog and are perhaps engaging in a similar dynamic to ours, but the question still remains… Why, when there are many of us out there, does the Daddy/little girl lifestyle continue to piss people off?

Any comments, suggestions, and ideas would be much appreciated! Thanks in advance! :)

* I’m aware of the ongoing ideological and terminological struggle within the M/s community about the use of the terms “Master” and “slave”. To my knowledge, “Daddy” and “little girl” haven’t received quite as much attention in recent blog history.

On Blowing Daddy, Both Cock and Mind

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Not Enough Hours in the Day

Daddy and I had less than 24 hours of “us” time between when our relatives left town yesterday and when he had to leave on a business trip this morning… Needless to say (but I’m going to say it anyway!), each moment of that time was spent enjoying our company and our special dynamic. Like two travelers in the desert, we were drawn as if by instinct to the oasis of each other and then clung on for dear life. Even when insignificant tasks pulled our attention elsewhere, we were constantly aware of each other and made sure that the kisses and affection rained down throughout the day. I know, it sounds too sappy for words, but when you haven’t had alone time for a couple weeks, you realize how much you miss out on the displays of affection that you’re accustomed to. Oh, and of course, there was also the wild fucking…

Truth be told, we haven’t missed a day of sex over the past couple weeks (and, if memory serves, we’ve only missed one day of sex during the tenure of our time together and that was because Daddy was very sick at the time). Most days we had sex more than once, sneaking away from our visitors so that Daddy could use me as he wished…fucking, sucking, pinching, pulling, kneeling. But the quiet, inhibited fucking was getting to us. Yesterday we were finally able to enjoy our intimacy as we have always done…loud, unapologetic, intense, forceful, deep fucking. And the heavenly choirs sang down from above… ;)

Even before our visitors left, Daddy used me twice – once before getting out of bed early in the morning and once again at mid-morning when he pulled my pants and panties down, bent me over the bed, and forced his thick cock into my unprepared, tight pussy. God, it felt good to be hurt and used in this way…but still, so very quiet and restrained (and not in the wonderful gagged/tied up way!)…

Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time for Daddy to break me as he wished to do, but we did have one more amazing sex session in the afternoon, so amazing in fact that I ended up losing track of how many orgasms Daddy ripped from me and later had to take a nap in order to recover.

To start off, he made me ride him like the wanton whore that I can be, sliding his gorgeous shaft into my already cum-filled pussy, while he pinched and teased my nipples in an excruciating pleasurable torture session. He wouldn’t let go of my sensitive buds the entire time I rode him and commanded numerous orgasms from my ravaged body. He later flipped me onto my back, put my ankles on his shoulders, and pounded my insides so incredibly deep that the ache rocked through my entire body. While my body cried for mercy, I begged him for more, more of the hard fucking that we both needed. He looked deep into my eyes while he thrust, a look of determination and complete ownership on his face. Orgasm after orgasm forced my pussy to clench around his cock, causing me to get a bit too wet for Daddy’s liking. After taking two loads of Daddy’s cum in my pussy earlier in the day, Daddy informed me that I would have the privilege of swallowing his seed…

(I’m going to leave that description for tomorrow’s post because this particular cock-sucking session warrants an entry of its own! ;) )

This less than 24 hour period represents a typical situation of need versus want. Both Daddy and I wanted a good pain session and breaking, for completely different reasons, before he left. But the fact of the matter is that what we needed (as determined by Daddy, the only one with any say in these matters) was to get back to our roots. We needed to feel each other completely in the way that only Dominant/submissive sex sessions can afford. I guarantee that the postponed pain session will become a reality in the near future…now, the only option that I have is to contemplate my fate and squirm at the thought of his hand, the belt, and/or the cane across my ass. It’s actually worse than had it already come to pass, but sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day…

Painslut

Right about now, I would do anything for an entire day of Daddy/baby girl alone time – just one whole day in which Daddy and I could focus on each other and be our unchecked, unfiltered selves. We are connecting in so many small, barely tangible ways that it makes my heart swell with desire and pride in the love that we share. Yet we need some time to reconnect in private and reinforce the D/s dynamic of our relationship.

That being said, I can’t believe I’m writing this. I can’t believe I’m sharing this. I can’t believe I’m going to beg for this. But I am.

And what exactly is this uncomfortable truth? This embarrassing “this”?

I need pain. I am Daddy’s little painslut and I need him to break me. If I got my wish of an entire day with Daddy, I would beg him to use me, to hurt me, to abuse me, to bring me to tears, to push my limits beyond anything that I may have anticipated, and to force me to submit by means of the deep hurt that only one of his pain sessions can provide. I need him to use my body, to spank and cane my ass, to fuck all my holes into oblivion, to put me into subspace, bring me out, and then beat me again, to break me and remind me that I am his little whore and that I exist only to serve him.

The good little girl in me wants to delete every last word of what I have just written…a good little girl would never beg her Daddy to hurt her. A good little girl would never want pain.

But I am a good little girl…Daddy tells me so all the time. I’m a girl who does as she’s told, who obeys her Master, who takes what she is given (both pleasure and pain), who doesn’t refuse her Daddy anything. And part of being my Daddy’s good little girl is taking, needing, and begging for that wretched, yet desired pain.

Please hurt me, Daddy, please…