He Hit Me, And It Felt Like A Kiss

My bottom has received quite a bit of attention this past week.

Over the weekend i hung out with my friend Ry, the sadist, and he's developed a real taste for spanking me. He doesn't give me a prolonged spanking, i guess it would be classified more as smacks. And he smacks hard! But, Ry doesn't leave marks. He uses his smacks as "punctuation", or because he feels like it. It's not his place to punish me, and he doesn't.

The next instance of bum abuse was with my very dear girlfriend, Ms. Astrid. She and i worked together at the dungeon, until she became an independent Dominatrix. Astrid and i used to do 2 girl sessions with each other. She and i resemble each other superficially, red hair and pale skin. The clients like when we play sisters or mother/daughter. Astrid wants to advertise us as an independent Mistress/submissive team. i would only submit to her in the sessions tho.

To promo our new endeavor, Astrid and i did a photo shoot with an excellent photographer near where we live. Astrid's boyfriend ( Ed. ex-boyfriend) is also a photographer, in the sex industry, and we have plans to shoot with him also. It's terribly validating to have people want to take your picture. :)

Anyway, during the shoot, which was terribly erotic, and not at all porny, i was tossed around like a rag doll! The photographer had no problem picking me up, or twisting me around, or having me hold uncomfortable positions in order to achieve an interesting shot. i'm surprised my hair survived it as well as it did...lol

And Astrid gave me quite the sound spanking. There were many photos taken of my stinging ass. i told Astrid that since i've been such a good girl lately, my pain tolerance has gone waaaaay down. And when she began spanking me, she realized it was true. Astrid has spanked and used implements on me many times before, and she was shocked at the dip in tolerance.

It was a fun shoot, i hope to be able to have some pix soon. i might post them, too. :)

i was a bit naughty this past visit with Daddy. i'm disappointed in myself, because i have been terribly good for a very long time. i admitted to Daddy that i've been drinking after work, and that i've probably been drinking too much. It leaked over into my visit, so i needed to be disciplined. Just when Daddy got a new implement, too!!! Stupid little girl!!!

New cane to break in...Daddy warmed me up, which was very kind of Him, but i got some pretty hard whacks when the punishment began. i had to count off 15 strokes, and say "Daddy, thank You for disciplining me," after each lick. When it was over Daddy kissed my forehead and said He didn't want me drinking anymore. He says it's bad for me, and He doesn't want me slipping into that habit any further.

i'm so happy He cares enough for me to set boundaries, and to discipline me when i need it. He knows i want to be good for Him, and that i hate disappointing Him. He also knows i beat myself up for infractions, and He's very comforting after punishments. What more could a little girl want?

:D

To Dream The Impossible Dream...

i have a friend, an old friend, that i've been fucking for years now. He was my first long term fuckship/friendship. We operated in this sort of nether-region of non-monogamous, reliable, passionate, intense sex. He wasn't a just a "booty call", and still isn't. It was more than sex. It would have to be, to have lasted for a little over 12 years. He even fucked me while he was living with his "fiance" of 4 years...I guess we're "friends with benefits".


Daddy knows i play with this friend of mine. Daddy encourages it, actually. Since He travels so much, leaving His little girl alone for long stretches of time, and since His little girl is such a highly sexed creature, i'm permitted to have sex with whoever i want. i think another part of it is Daddy likes to hear about it afterwards. ;)

Daddy and i have begun playing with other boys. Well, more accurately, i've been playing with other boys in Daddy's presence. Daddy watches. It was disappointing the first time; the boy was waaaay too young and completely intimidated by O/our games, tho he was informed of O/our dynamic beforehand. The second guy was a bit older and more experienced with BDSM, but was unable to muster the aggression W/we were looking for. Still, it's a game i enjoyed, and i look forward to refining O/our selection, and improving on the choice.


Which brings me to my "Impossible Dream". Like a Reese's peanut butter cup, i would love to put these 2 great tastes together. The idea of Daddy and Ry in me at the same time gives me chills. i fantasize about T/their 2 huge cocks taking me, using me, stuffing me at the same time. i would love to have Daddy hear how i can make Ry gasp and moan with pleasure. i want to have Daddy see, in person, how far i can take Ry's cock, to have Daddy see how wet i get with Ry, how Ry makes me cum so hard and for so long. i think Daddy would like to hear my moans and screams.

i imagined Ry would like it, too. He's so proud of his sexual prowess, and he rarely passes up an opportunity to fuck me. Ry and i have seriously electric sex. From the first time we ever banged to the most recent date we've had, we have always had phenomenal sex. Ry was the first guy to make me ejaculate, and the first guy i had anal with. i figured he would jump at the chance to do something kinky with me.

But it seems Ry has proprietary feelings over me. Ry still wants to be able to do things to my body that Daddy has forbidden, namely anal sex and fucking me without a condom. Ry is jealous of Daddy's rights, and it bothers him that i do what Daddy tells me. Ry thinks that i'm not the "ballsy girl I used to know". Which isn't true, particularly with him.

Ry doesn't understand why Daddy is so willing to allow others to have me. Ry said that if i was his, he'd horde me away, and not give other guys the chance to get near me. And that's a strange thing for him to say, considering when we were first together, he was a total man-slut. Ry and i have never been exclusive, in fact, except for the first months of us knowing each other, either one or both of us has been with other people, even while we continued to have sex.

Daddy allows me to play with Ry whenever i want, but He doesn't think that it's a good idea for him to play with U/us. Ry's jealousy seems to be the main reason. Daddy doesn't like that Ry's been trying to get into my ass. Cajoling and trying to make deals to achieve his goal of anal sex. Ry said he would fuck me in front of Daddy if he could do my ass. Daddy didn't like that, and that appears to have been the end of it... HaHaa

So, i have only my imagination to live out this fantasy. A pity, because it would be so goddamn hot! Daddy and Ry resemble each other superficially...dark hair, pale skin, thin athletic builds. They also resemble each other in personality, sometimes it freaks me out when i hear Ry say things that Daddy would or has said to me. They talk the same sometimes, and they're both artists, both judgmental, both intelligent and creative. They're both narcissists, concerned with appearances.

The irony is that Ry is kinda on the sadistic side. Ry enjoys giving me pain, biting, smacking, squeezing, and pounding me very hard with his prince albert pierced cock. That piercing really tears me apart. i feel it for days...Daddy is more subtle. He gives me pain, but not often, Daddy likes control not so much inflicting pain.

T/their differences and similarities all add up to an extremely fulfilling fuckfest for me, but i doubt i could ever get either one to do it. It's really is too bad...

All Apologies

i don't know if i've scared the few, but very dear to me, readers i have by not being around much lately. Thank you, slut on display, for your thoughtful message. i did receive it, and it was wonderful of you to show concern.

By way of paltry explanation, Daddy and i hadn't been playing much, i was out of work, i was feeling very very low, and, frankly, i thought Daddy was on the edge of releasing me. i was very concerned, but didn't want to make it any more real to me by blogging about it. When something is upsetting me, my first instinct is to clam up about it. i'm a bit on the secretive side, for all my openness about my sex life and BDSM experiences.

But! A very important BUT, Daddy has reassured me, and i feel relatively confident about it. He still wants me, and i am still His little girl.

i'm relieved. For the life of me, i swear, i don't know what i did. Maybe it wasn't really me. Daddy's secretive, too. Daddy doesn't tell me about things that don't have to do with me. i know this, and i understand it. But i felt like He didn't want me anymore, and just wasn't telling me. i was confused and hurt. He was saying what a good girl i've been lately, and that i haven't needed to be punished in such a long time, but He was still acting like He didn't want me. What had i done?

Maybe if i had bitten the bullet and opened up to all of you, you would have told me not to worry. That people go through things the rest of us aren't always privy to, and if He says He wants you, then you just have to accept that...Maybe that's what would have happened, maybe not...

Anyway, like i said, everything appears to be back to what W/we call "normal"...teeheehee...and i just might be getting that glow back....;)

Stray Cats

i was out smoking a cigarette in the backyard when a little orange kitty came up to me. He was very licky and purr-y. He crawled right into my lap, and started kneading my legs. He was so cute. When my cigarette was done, i ran into the house and called out to Daddy. i told Daddy that there was a sweet stray kitty outside, and Daddy came out to look.

The orange kitty climbed all over Daddy and licked and licked and licked. It made Daddy laugh, and i kept encouraging Daddy to keep him. But Daddy said He already has 2 kitties and can't have a third. But He said i could feed the kitty, and then i was allowed to bring him in and put him into the little girl room.

Daddy found a "good home" for him, but i'm sad i will never see the little orange cat again. >sniff,sniff<

Daddy is such a softy for strays. All of the kitties He has were "found" kitties. His newest kitty is named Sashimi and is nearly all black, and extremely affectionate. He's a naughty kitty, young, and very energrtic, but it amuses Daddy.

Daddy really has 3 kitties, because i'm His kitty ,too. Daddy lets me make a little nest of pillows under his desk when He works, and i either do computer work for Him under there, curled up at His feet. Or, sometimes, i'll just take a little catnap. It's dark under Daddy's desk, and surrounded by all that heavy wood, and Daddy's feet and legs for me to wrap around makes me feel very secure. Daddy reaches down to pet me while He works, stroking my back or my head absentmindedly.

All of Daddy's kitties are kinky. Stella, His first kitty, likes to be spanked. She's a total painslut. Sashimi loves to play with rope, and he'll watch U/us when W/we play. Loud paddle smacks don't disturb him, and he finds the spanking bench comfortable. And then there's me, and all my kinky needs.

Daddy seems to be very content with all His kitties. His kitties make Him smile, and keep Him company. He keeps them collared and cared for. Always making sure they're healthy and happy.

He's a very good owner, and we're very lucky kittes.

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.

Contentment

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.

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...