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...

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....

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.

Mine.


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.