Monday, January 28, 2008

Smell the Magic

i could smell O/our sex on my fingers the rest of the day. Every time i would lift my cigarette to my mouth, the scent of fuck filled my nose. i found myself raising my hand to my face over and over to trigger the memory of Him inside of me.

i love His smell. All of His smells. i am not repelled by the scent of His sweating body. It's Daddy concentrate. i like to burrow between His cheeks, worshipping His ass, tasteing the spicy, earthy flavor of Daddy's body. His body is intoxicating. i get dizzy. Loopy. Flakey.

i want my Daddy always.

Sunday, January 20, 2008


Daddy says i have been an exceptionally good girl recently. my Daddy isn't a terribly strict Dom, and the nature of the particular type of Dom He is allows for alot of indulgences towards His little girl. So, i'm not expected to endure the types of activities that , say, kaya does. Still, it can be difficult for me sometimes, so i'm very happy to report that Daddy is very pleased with me at the moment.

i visited Daddy this week. Daddy has been sick for weeks, now, and His recent trip did a bit of a number on Him. i developed a sore throat and cough over the last weekend, so W/we were kind of the walking dead the first part of the visit.

i was a bit worse off than Daddy the first half of the visit, and He was so super sweet to me. He made me tea, and gave me meds. When W/we went to bed at night, He said i should take some NyQuil. i told Him i couldn't take it myself because i'm too little to go into the medicine cabinet, so Daddy measured and administered my medicine.

Daddy has been allowing me to help Him with His work for the past month. It's the type of thing i can do on my computer at home. When i visit Him, W/we work together, side by side. Which i absolutely love. It makes me feel like such a little girl to sit next to Daddy, and do the little tedious tasks that are so helpful to Him, but that eat into the time He needs to spend doing higher priority tasks. i get paid for this work, but i can't help veiwing it as submissive service to Him. And Daddy says it's a really big help to Him, and that i've helped Him increase His revenue greatly.

There hasn't been much "play" exactly. Between illness, travel, and me being so good, there's been no punishment. But even without bondage or beatings, the D/lg interactions continue. i must admit, i do crave a little humiliation. But i don't feel the desire to complain, i am pretty happy with whatever Daddy and i do.

my visit with Daddy this week was the longest W/we've ever had. i usually stay for a maximum 2 nights, but this visit Daddy had me stay an extra night. i was so pleased, i couldn't believe He kept me that long. i asked Him why He had me stay another day, and He said "Because I wanted you to." If anyone else gave me a "Because I said so," type answer, i would needle and question until i got more of an explanation. But when Daddy says it i'm just so happy to hear the "I want you" part, that i just smile happily and feel good about being wanted.

When i was done my work for Daddy i curled up at His feet under His big desk. Daddy brought me some pillows to make a little nest, and even gave me the heating pad so i would be warm. i didn't mean to end up giving Daddy a blowjob, i only meant to touch His legs and thighs to feel close to Him. But then Daddy became hard while i caressed Him, and Daddy took out His cock. And i don't know how to give handjobs, so i kissed and licked Daddy until He came in my mouth. That made Daddy very happy. He's very complimentary of my blowjob skills, to a superlative degree. Daddy says i give the best He's ever had, and He's said that He's difficult to get off orally. It really helps my insecurities to hear that, and i often ask Him about it, and am always hungry for His compliments.

i finally gave Daddy the New Year's present i made for Him. It was an inspired gift, in that it came to me in a flash. i wrote an account of a taboo crush i had as a very young girl, and its eventual consummation when i became much older. Daddy knew about my side of the story, but the inspired part was getting the other half of the crush to write his side of the story. I bound it all together in a book, and handmade paintings and marbelized paper, and illuminated some of the pages, and just tried to make the whole thing look very professionally and artisticallly done. You should have seen the look on Daddy's face when He saw that there was a crushee version. He was very surprised, and i think pleased.

i gave Daddy another present that night, but that one's a bit objectionable, so, unfortunately, i can't tell You about it. Daddy really really liked that present...teeheehee

Daddy isn't very big on food shopping. He does it sporadically and He's not terribly thorough when He does. i ,on the other hand, loooove to go to grocery stores. i inspect vegtables, read labels, mull over choices, compare, evaluate...i can spend hours in the grocery store, easy. i went to culinary school, and i'm a complete foodie. i think i'm turning Daddy into a bit of a foodie, too. He's very into cheese at the moment. And i introduced Him to Anthony Bourdain, knowing Daddy would enjoy his writing and personality.

There's an upside and a downside to this, tho. The upside being that Daddy loves when i cook, and is always impressed with my meals, and is shocked by what i can come up with out of what He thinks of as a barren kitchen. Daddy thinks i should compete in the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and He's completely serious about it.>laughs< The downside is that Daddy's so happy with my cooking that W/we hardly ever go out to eat. Daddy says i screwed myself since there's no need to go to a resurant when the food i make is as good, if not better than, what W/we can get out. Damn.

Well, that's my update. Not too hot and sexy an entry, but at least you all know i'm still alive! ;)
Hopefully there will be some steamier posts in the very near future.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Gone, Daddy, Gone

Daddy's been gone for this past week, and i havn't had much to blog about. No fun and games. Not concentrating on my D/s.

i miss it, too. It's not my choice to feel this way. i know i'm very emotional, and the downside to feeling things intensely, is feeling things intensely. Then to be so overwhelmed by emotions they eat one's entire life up. And all of a sudden you miss the forest for the trees.

As rational as i can be about the cause and its effects, that doesn't seem to make much difference.

i wish my non D/s life would straighten out so i can get back to thinking about things that make me happy, instead of the gut wrenching worry i've been consumed with.

i miss my glow...

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Daddy's Girl Part 5

Oh his little princess would be a big girl soon.

His finger slipped easily yet tightly into her cunt and he felt her shiver against his body. Daddy lifted her nightgown over her head and could smell the soft innocent whiff of baby powder and unused pussy. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side, landing softly on his shoulder. Ah, perfect, daddy could see her from head to toe, Her cheeks were flushed and her toes were curling. Soft little mewling moans, barely audible escaped from her mouth.

Daddy worked his fingers in and out of his little girl,watching for the beginnings of an orgasm to cross her face. He found the most sensitive place inside her body and slide his fingers firmly across. The gasp from his limp princess was louder this time, and her eyes flew open and stared off into the space behind his head, as if she was completely unaware of him, all of her attention focused on some nameless area of her steamy wet cunt. She wouldn't have had words to describe it, but Daddy knew what was happening to her.

Her breathe quickened and became more shallow. He pressed more firmly into her, rubbing his leaking cock against her leg. She seemed not to notice this new gyration alongside her body. Daddy was aching and would not be able to hold out much longer, when she came ,wriggling ,almost dancing, all over his hand. Daddy was covered in her juices from fingertip to wrist.......but he still had yet to have his ultimate pleasure....

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Daddy's Girl Part 4

Poor pained little girl.....and daddy lifts her up to sit in his lap. He wipes the tears from her face. She's look so broken, redfaced, tearstained cheeks, trying to look into her daddy's eyes and predict what will come next. Daddy chuckles to himself quietly. Little does she know.....

He can feel the heat of her thoroughly abused ass through his pants, and his now dripping cock is wedged firmly against her thigh. He knows he'll get no resistance from her now. Even the threat of another spanking will be enough to quiet any protests he might encounter. His heart skips and he took a moment to relish the power and let it wash over him.


On a hunch daddy reaches between his little girls thighs ,and is not too terribly surprised to find a dampness there. He slides his hand up higher, feeling the girl stiffen but offer no plea to stop. Excellent, she's ready, dripping for it. The sweet flesh of his little girl was calling for his attention, even if she didn't know it. Her little bud was hard, throbbing as insistently as his own cock. He would give her the relief she unknowingly craved. She would be all his.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Daddy's Girl Part 3

He answers her unspoken question by pointing to the crumpled panties on the floor and explains she must be punished for breaking daddy's rules. With his cock pressed against his stomach ,daddy sits on the edge of the bed. His little girl shrinks a bit away, but he pulls her across his lap adjusting her so his rock solid cock is pressed against the pliant flesh of her waist. So fresh and firm, he thinks, smooth young and so easily prodded to fulfill my wishes.

Daddy covers her ass with the palm of his hand, cupping it around the sleepy warmth of her thigh relishing the feel of her awakening body. He tells her what he does for her is for her own good, she must be obdeient, and if she's going to be a naughty willful little girl she'll be punished like the child she is. Daddy puncuates each of his words with a cracking spank. It doesn't take more than 3 rough slaps to turn her ass bright red.

Daddy continued to pepper her ass with stings until his darling girl was writhing in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to to avoid the blows. He coos into her ear that her struggling would only make it worse. Daddy can see her warring with herself, trying to determine what it would take to make daddy happy, what could she do to make up for the pain her disobedience had caused her cherished daddy........

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Daddy's Girl Part 2

He runs his fingers along the slit laid bare before him.So sweet, she is, so vulnerable. No match for an adult male determined to have her in every way he can think of. She'll love it, he's not worried about that.

He slips his finger between her lips and she groggily starts to suckle it, not awake but not fully asleep. That's a good sign, he thinks. He starts to slide his finger in and out, watching her lips close around it. He won't be able to take this for long. He draws out his cock and at the sound of his zipper she wakes more fully. She's confused. She looks up at him, not recognizing him at first, then she looks down at his finger now stroking her her moist velvety tongue.

She's not truly shocked until she catches sight of what daddy has in his other hand. Her mouth drops open and she lifts her eyes up to me. Now she looks scared, the confusion giving way to a realization that what she's about to experience will be a turning point for her. What is daddy going to do?

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Daddy's Girl Part 1

There she is, fast asleep. Her little rosebud mouth slightly opened, breathing rhythmically. Her sweet unlined face passive and unaware of her daddy's staring eyes. This is what he likes best; to creep up when she sleeping, unaware of his lust. She sleeps on her left side with her right leg pulled up almost to her chest hitching her nearly transparent white nightgown up to her hips. It gives him an undisturbed view of her slender peach shaped ass and open damp cunt.

He's told her wearing panties to bed is bad for her, and like the dutiful daughter she is, she's left them off. But wait, there they are on the floor. How many times have you told her not to leave her laundry laying around. She'll have to get a spanking for that. Just the thought of turning that little ass pink with hand prints makes his mouth water.

He walks over to the side of her bed and wipes away the hair from her face. She's so quiet and innocent like this. Disturbing that purity will be the greatest pleasure of his life. He's been priming her for weeks now, and doesn't know how he's held out for this long. Burying his cock into that soft wet flesh, making her cum for the first time, tearing away the veil of sexual ignorance and turning her into to his own personal cum whore will be easy with the proper training......

Thursday, January 3, 2008

>: X

i came to the realization today that i'm a shite communicator. That's a bit of a revelation to me.

i once said to Daddy that i'm always finding myself at odds with the impression people have of me. i have had people i thought knew me fairly well, give me a view of myself back to me that was completely antithetical to who i am. It shocked me.

Daddy says this happens to everyone.

i'm not nearly as open as i think i am. i keep secrets even when the secrets aren't that bad. i keep my feelings secret, i opinions secret (that one will come as a surprise to my close, i say "no" when i mean "yes", and i don't often reveal my true motivations.

As you can imagine this leads to alot of confusion and misinterpretation.

Daddy and i don't fight exactly. Daddy's the boss. What Daddy says goes. What W/we have are "incidents" of miscommunication.

i have a tendency to forget that text messages don't convey the nuances of body language and intonation. And recently it lead to an "incident" when i was feeling pouty and sulky. It's since been cleared up, but these "incidents" always leave me shaken and unsure of my position.

Add to this the holiday bullshit, the constant money worries, Daddy being sick for the last 3 weeks, and me losing my job on Wednesday, i'm feeling really bloody low. Low, low, low.

Half a step forward, 8 steps back...

Daddy's House (Pvt Blog)

Daddy's House >little dance< Daddy's House

i have a little over an hour before my day really kicks into high-getting-ready-for-my-visit-gear. All the stores i have to go to for my errands will be open at 9:00, that's when it's gonna start being crazy. Right now, i'm drinking my coffee, smoking my cigarettes, watching the news, and crystallizing plans for my day. i figured i would blog in case i didn't have time later.

i adore going to Daddy's house. And not just for the obvious reasons. Of course i want to be around Daddy. And, of course, i crave having Him do all the nasty, filthy things He does to me. But i love the actual house itself. The sperm donor used to have a Victorian town house when he first moved out of our family home. Daddy's is a little bit different in the room set-ups, but, essentially, they're the same.

Daddy has rooms dedicated to specific activities. Not that this means any of O/our play takes place exclusively in the room designed for it. Daddy will do to me what He wants, when He wants to. Knowing there is a room where there is a spanking bench, and being beaten somewhere else in the house, makes the bench room all the more significant.

i like Daddy's desk. It's a very imposing piece of furniture; heavy and taking up so much of the alcove it's placed in. He's almost completely obscured by His monitor when He sits behind it. i can picture Him behind it now. Editing His videos; splicing together some girl's orgasm or lollipop blowjob. Often i'll bring Him His lunch at His desk, and i'll "check back", like a good little waitress, to see if He is pleased. It feels a little bit selfish to gain so much pleasure and to take so much pride in creating something good to eat. But it is for Daddy, and i am grateful when i can please Him.

i really enjoy Daddy's porch. i can smoke there and watch the craziness occurring beyond the walls that insulate Daddy and me from the rest of the world. It's the "safest" outside place for me and Daddy. When W/we step off of that porch, W/we enter a world where He and i will be strange. Where explanations might have to be made. On the porch W/we can coolly observe, and occasionally pass humorous judgment, without having to be "of" the that world.

The little girl room is unfinished, but every time i look into it, or am ordered into it, i fill it with all the imaginary furnishings and decorative touches i craved as a little girl. In my mind i have painted it, hung curtains, filled it with toys, and even played children's games. It exists so vividly in my imagination that when W/we play in it, i am a little girl. His little girl.

The upstairs bathroom holds a special place in my heart, as silly as it may sound. The first day i met Daddy it's where i put my makeup on. The site of our first shoot. A place W/we take baths together. i love the tiny cupboard in the wall. i love the big tub that W/we can both fit into. It really is a very pretty room.

i hate the medical room. It looms over my head when i'm in the living room. It scratches at the door when i'm in the bedroom. It whispers down the hall when i'm in the bathroom. Waiting for the next opportunity to be used for my humiliation. To be witness to probings and examinations. Cold metal stirrups to keep me spread. Thin loose hospital gowns that leave me exposed in the back, billowing out with every movement of my body. Sharp implements. A "toy" chest filled and easily at hand. i hate the medical room.

my favorite place is Daddy's bed. It is such a "Daddy's bed". It's big. Squishy without being too soft. Clean, crisp, white sheets and pillowcases. Smooth and creamy. Plump pillows. And i get 2 all to myself. Sturdy posts that can withstand my squirming and thrashing when i'm bound to them. A heavy headboard i can brace myself against when Daddy pounds His little girl. Long enough to be stretched across without any limbs hanging over the side. Wide enough to crawl across in a futile attempt to "evade" punishment or pleasure. i love Daddy's bed.

There are other rooms i'm in alot, the galley style kitchen and the downstairs bathroom. The living room, where W/we eat most of O/our meals, and i watch Daddy edit His photos. And Daddy's office, where i curl up at His feet, trying to be absorbed in a book, but really praying He'll remember i'm down there and spare a little attention for the kitten that worships Him.

i'm going to Daddy's house tonight, and i cannot contain my excitement and joy!