Nipples, Part II

You know, yesterday's post got me to thinking... I absolutely LOVE having my nipples played with, tortured, sucked, etc. Yet if I try to play with them myself, while masturbating, for example, I get little to no pleasure from it at all. Even before Daddy and I started our life together, it has always been this way. I mean, even though I'm not allowed to cum, I still enjoy playing with my clit, so it would stand to reason that I would also like playing with my own nipples.

My "girls" are hypersensitive and respond quickly to cold or to Daddy's touch, but when I touch them, they might as well be dead! I'm not complaining about this fact, but rather I'm curious. In fact, I find it arousing and erotic that only Daddy can make my nipples ache with desire...

Does anyone else have this issue? Is this a by-product of being deeply submissive? Are there any other erogenous zones that you have that only respond to a lover's touch? :)

Nipples

Daddy knows that I love to have my nipples played with…so I suppose it’s a good thing that he enjoys playing with them, huh? ;) Sometimes he’ll wake me up in the morning by twisting and pulling at them and it takes every ounce of energy that I have to resist cumming right then and there. It’s like they’re hot-wired to my clit and the slightest caress will push me over the edge. Damn, it feels so good to have my sensitive little buds pinched and sucked and twisted and clamped…I could on for days!

The other day, while still on our mini-vacation, Daddy crawled into bed beside me and went straight for “the girls”. Now, normally, nipple play is a quick prelude to a nice, hard fucking, but as it turns out, this was no normal day! Daddy got me to point of orgasm by sucking, pinching, and twisting my nipples…but then he redoubled his efforts and grabbed on to them as if his fingers were clamps and my nipples were his submissive prey.

“I’m going to count down, little one, and you’re going to take it. I know it hurts because I want to hurt you, but then you’re going to cum for me…cum through the pain for your Daddy.”

His words alone could have made me cum, had he allowed it… Christ, this was going to be difficult.

5… He had my nipples tight between his thumbs and forefingers. He showed no signs of letting up on any of the excruciating pressure.

4… A little tighter still. He began to twist them to increase the agony.

3… Another quarter twist and still more pressure. How was I ever going to make it to zero??

2… Even more pressure and twisting, as if it were possible. Daddy used his body weight to hold me in place and to keep my nipples right where he wanted them.

1… My nipples were in a full-on stranglehold. I cried out, I begged for the release that I knew was coming (cumming?)…

CUM!!

The release rattled through my entire body, lingering for a few extra moments of pleasure in my nipples and my clit. The orgasm was simply exquisite and the fucking that ensued in the afterglow was just as wonderful… And it all started with those naughty little nipples of mine… ;)

(*** As an interesting aside, it should be noted that right as I was writing the bullet point for #1, Daddy came up behind me, grabbed my nipples, and forced me to cum for him! He then, of course, dragged me upstairs for a mind-blowing sex/orgasm fest involving the wand, the clamps, and a total of 10 orgasms for his baby girl! Whew! I don’t know about you, but I’m spent…at least for now!)

Fun Friday Poll!

Hello all! It’s time, yet again, for another Fun Friday Poll! :) This week’s poll has to do with when you first discovered your Dominant or submissive feelings. Now, this doesn’t mean when you started to act upon those feelings, but rather when you first knew that you were wired differently than “vanilla” folks. Thanks for responding and have fun!

As far as last week’s poll about your favorite implements of play and/or torture, restraints and handcuffs came out as the winner with 38% of the votes. Although, and rather close behind, came vibrators or dildos (32%), butt plugs (30%), and belts, floggers, canes, etc. (26%). And, bringing up the rear, were nipple clamps (18%), gags or masks (12%), and “other” (6%). Now I know what you’re saying to yourselves, “Hey, Baby Girl! All those numbers add up to more than 100%! What gives??” Please remember that you were able to vote for more than one option! For example, yours truly voted for both restraints and gags…although, after our recent adventure to the sex toy shop, I’m thinking that the Hitachi Magic Wand deserves a category all its own! ;)

Have a great weekend!

A New Toy

Three words: Hitachi. Magic. Wand. 'Nuf said... I'll report back in a few weeks, friends...








Hehe! Ok, so Daddy and I are on a mini vacation and we took a slight detour on the way from lunch to our hotel to stop by a nice sex shop in order to find a butt plug. And we found a great butt plug... And we found something else too! ;) We've been talking about getting a magic wand for some time now and I'm so glad that we picked it up while on our trip - we've already given the hotel bed a run for its money! It's wonderfully intense, but diffuse enough to not give me any unwanted orgasms (please remember that Daddy controls all my orgasms, so the unwanted kind are simply not acceptable!)...

If you can think of a better souvenir, by all means, let me know!! :)

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?? ;)

A Submissive Voyeur?

Much like the notion of one’s sexuality falling on a scale (ranging from heterosexuality to homosexuality and the seemingly infinite shades between those two poles, or perhaps using submissiveness and Dominance as the two poles), I feel (and I’m sure that I’m not the first one to think of this) that there is another ruler with which we can measure ourselves: the scale between voyeurism and exhibitionism. I was reminded of this while watching Daddy stroke his cock this morning…

As I first stirred this morning, my hand, as if by instinct, went straight for Daddy’s cock. Daddy’s whole body pressed up against mine always gives me so much comfort…holding his cock in my hand just enhances this feeling. I obey Daddy, I obey his cock. I am a slave to Daddy, I am a slave to his cock. Daddy slaps me, his cock slaps me. So, when you think about it in these terms, it really isn’t all that odd that I would find reassurance from holding Daddy’s cock in my hand.

His dick stirred…and became increasingly hard. And right when I thought that Daddy would force my face down on his thick member, he pulled the sheets off us and said, “Baby girl is going to watch as her Daddy strokes his cock. Tell me all about some of those nasty things that you’d like your Daddy to do to you…” As I whispered in his ear, telling him about the sordid, embarrassing, humiliating experiences that I fantasize about (perhaps more on this later?), he stroked himself faster and faster. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His hand firmly sliding up and down his shaft… Carefully making contact with every square inch of his length… Quickly bringing himself close to climax… God, this was making me hot…

“Get down there and open your mouth. Daddy is going to cum in his little girl’s mouth.”

And cum he did, filling his little whore’s mouth with a load of his cream. I swallowed every last drop that Daddy gave me, thinking about how much I love watching him masturbate.

Now, from what I’ve read it seems that most submissives lean towards exhibitionism as opposed to voyeurism (or at least, deep down, they enjoy the humiliation of being forced to expose themselves to watching eyes). Conversely, most Doms tend to be voyeurs, relishing in watching their subs masturbate, engage in scenes with other Doms, get spanked, whipped or tortured, etc. Psychoanalytical theory (Freud, Lacan, and the gang), although it has, admittedly, fallen out of favor somewhat, will have us believe that the voyeur wields the power (Dominant) whereas the one “on exhibit” (submissive) is a sort of victim, exposed (willingly or unwillingly) to the gaze of the voyeur(s) and seemingly without any agency whatsoever in the power exchange.

But how then can I reconcile my love of watching Daddy stroke himself with my submissive way of life? Am I any less submissive because I like to watch as well as be watched? I don’t think so! In this case, Daddy chose to masturbate and he made me watch him, made me watch the cock that controls me, made me swallow his spunk, made me admit my nasty desires to him in order to please him and to enhance his orgasm. Voyeur or not, I am completely owned by my Daddy/Master and feel no guilt about observing and gazing upon the man that controls me. And after much thought, I simply do not feel that the terms “voyeur” and “submissive” are mutually exclusive.

Any thoughts? :)

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…