Quick Update

Hello all!

I wanted to send you all a quick update to let you know that no, we haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, and yes, we've both had demanding travel schedules lately and won't be able to get back into our groove (both with writing and with the ole bow-chicka-bow-wow) for about another week!

While I miss the writing, I think I miss reading and commenting on my friends' blogs even more... I promise I'll be back soon, and with some nice n' pervy tales to tell and some encouraging comments for our special Blogosphere community! :)

See you soon!

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.

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! :)

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!

On Being a Brat

Sometimes I forget that Daddy and I are a team… Sometimes I feel that my emotional burdens are mine alone and that no one would care to hear about them… Sometimes I think that I’m all alone… But I’m wrong – totally wrong.

It’s been a busy couple of months. Daddy and I got married and I moved across the country to be with him. I left everyone and everything behind (friends, family, comfort zone, work contacts, job) in order to spend the rest of my life with my Master. I have never and will never regret this decision – period. But, at the same time, it doesn’t mean that I don’t go through my fair share of loneliness and tears…

The past week has been especially difficult. I’m having trouble finding a job and there have been a number of emotional explosions in my former home city that make me wish I were there to lend comfort to my friends. I feel isolated and useless. Cue up the tears…and the petulance.

In my former life, I would simply depend upon myself to “ride out the storm” of my tantrums, knowing that the only audience would be a couple of stuffed animals who could care less if I were weeping for joy or grief. But that is not my life anymore. My life now belongs to Daddy. And although he understands my pain and loneliness to a certain degree (and will readily indulge my tears), he absolutely refuses to give in to my reckless independence. And I am eternally grateful for this.

When I was at my most defiant and crabby, Daddy commanded me to tell him what was wrong and let me cry it all out. At one point, he even fucked me into submission, reminding me of my place and centering me. He reinforced the fact that my pain was not mine to deal with alone anymore. It’s not a matter of whether or not I wish to share my feelings with him. I must tell him everything. He must have access to my inner thoughts. I musn’t deny him anything.

He is my rock. He is my sounding board. He is my everything and I must always remember this. Thank you for your patience, Daddy. Thank you for loving, wanting, and understanding your baby girl…