Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Talk Dirty To Me
i took a big leap the other night. i read a piece of erotica i wrote in front of a bar full of people at the inaugural Erotic Literary Salon. It was a wonderful time, and a nice sized crowd, especially when you consider it was the debut and on a Tuesday!
i wasn't sure i was going to actually read at the salon, or that i would read something i wrote. People were invited to read either their own work or another author's. i vacillated between going or not going for days, and changed my mind on Tuesday at least 3 times. i had contacted some writer friends to go with me, but until Tuesday afternoon i hadn't heard back from them. When my friend D called to tell me he had written something that day for the salon, i made my final decision to attend.
i spent some time chatting online with Ry that day. Ry was encouraging me to blow off the salon because he wanted me to visit with him that night. Daddy had been kind enough to pick out a story for me to read, per my request, and Ry asked me to email him what i intended to read. Ry didn't think the story was very good, i believe the phrase "Penthouse letter" was used to describe it. i wrote it for Daddy in one of the earliest posts on the private blog, and i admit it's not the greatest thing ever written, but i was truly hurt by his "critique".
i really wanted to read the story Daddy had picked out, and i thought that if i did a little re-wording i might be able to improve it a bit before showtime. i began writing it out (i really need to get some ink for my printer), and i realized it was pretty long. i was definitely going to attend the salon, but i hadn't decided whether to read or not, and i didn't want to invest in a story that took alot of time to recite. i decided to copy down a shorter piece, more of a "scene" than a complete story. i also copied out a little 4 line poem i wrote a long, long time ago.
These are the original works i read:
I want hot cinnamon kisses
Sprinkled down my back
Some sweet pepper smack
And a handprint on my ass
i'm playing with my pussy on my father's bed. i have found his porn and toy stash, and i have been cumming for the last hour. The magazines are spread around me and there is a video playing soundlessly on the TV. The hard, red plastic vibrator has been in my cunt and, slowly, inserted into my ass, with no real effect. It was quickly discarded. my fingers are pressed to my soaking wet clit, my ass moving up and down, grinding another orgasm out of my exhausted body. i am sweating, the heat of my body radiating from me, steaming the sheets and pillows. my eyes are squeezed shut, my brow is furrowed, i am about to go over the edge yet again.
i want my father to find me like this. Cumming on his bed. Panting and flushed after imagining him fucking me. i want him to become aroused at the sight of my thighs slick with my own fuck. my cramped glistening fingers curled up on the pillow beside my head. i want him to see between my legs, my still pulsing clit, shuddering under his gaze. i want him to touch me there. He'll wet himself with the juices of my cunt, and straddle me. He will press his cock against my breastbone and gather my tits together. He will fuck me that way, the head of his cock popping into my mouth with every thrust. And when he cums it will be in my hair, splashed across my tits, pooling in the hollow of my throat.
i will be used. i will be desirable. i will arouse. i will be wanted.
i also chose 2 books to read excerpts from; Beauty's Punishment and Topping from Below. The bit from Topping was a description of the main character fucking a dog, and the bit from Beauty was Soldier's Night at the Inn which is a gangbang scene. i chose them for their shock value, and because i wanted to establish right away that there would be no "taboo" topics at the salon. i wanted to establish a precedent for raunchy, filthy extremes, because that's what turns me on, and that's what i write.
When i got to the lounge where the reading was being held, i was asked to sign up to read out loud. There were two bags, one for reading original works and one for reading someone else's. On a slip of paper you were to write your name, the title of the piece, and whether it was "edgy" or "romantic". For all of my submissions (lol) i wrote "edgy" and underlined it with exclamation points. At least they couldn't say they weren't warned...
D arrived a few minutes after me, and we had a cigarette and caught up with each other's lives. The organizer of the event gave a little introductory speech, and introduced a 90-something year old woman who read a short piece she had written. It was very, very cool. She wrote about how she spotted this old guy at her retirement community pool, and their subsequent sex. After she was done reading she gave us the additional information that the sex she had described took place on their first date! Kick ass lady!
Then she started pulling names out of the hat...and guess who's name was chosen first. Yup, me, the big scardey cat who didn't even know if she'd read. And it was from the original works bag, too. i started shaking the minute i heard my name. my heart was racing, and my palms were wet. i'm sure i was flushed from head to toe. i was offered the chance to not go first, but i said i'd do it. i felt lucky and honored, and if i was gonna do it, i was gonna do it, and the only way to do something like that is to just jump into the deep end.
i put the mic on the mic stand with a joke about needing "both hands free", which got a laugh, thank god. The paper was shaking in my hands, and i hoped the audience wasn't noticing. i opened up with the "hot cinnamon kisses" bit, and everyone clapped politely.
Since we had a 5 minute limit, and i was up there already, i read the "father's bed" piece, too. After the first line there was a bit of a murmur, and then absolute silence. i didn't even hear people drinking, no one moved. i read calmly, but with inflection and conviction. i didn't want anyone to think i was ashamed of what i was reading, or that i was in a rush to get through it.
And when i was done, they cheered. i couldn't believe it. They liked it! i mean really liked it. Not polite clapping with accompanying murmurs of snide remarks, but actually enjoyed what i had written. i smiled and giggled back to my seat, and grabbed D's hand to calm myself. i was still shaking, giddy and full of adrenaline when the next person went up. i could barely calm down enough to pay attention to what she was saying.
Eventually i chilled out a bit, and i was able to enjoy the other readers. There was a good combination of original and published works. Another girl read from her own stuff, but i didn't find it very titillating. It was too flowery and obscure for me. i couldn't understand what it was she was describing. Maybe i'm too literal minded for all that. D read his pieces, too, and they were awesome. i knew they would be, tho. He's a really good writer, and he's great at incorporating humor into his pieces without detracting from the sexiness.
Halfway thru there was a break, and all of a sudden D and i were surrounded by people! They were telling us how good they thought our stuff was, and we were asked for our email addresses to join groups. One of the women helping the organizer thanked me for going first, and told me how great she thought i did. i was just shocked, completely shocked. All these people vying for our attention, and telling us how wonderful we were, it was damn heady. i was so flattered, and i got giddy all over again. i am so not poised! lol
D told me how impressed he was with what i had written. He knows how i struggle with writing and that i don't think its particularly good. He says i need to get over my insecurities, and that he wasn't exactly shocked by how good my writing was, but that he was surprised by how well i've progressed since he last heard any of my writing. And believe me, if it was crap he'd say so. lol
After the break there were a few more readers, chosen at random, and then the last name was drawn from the published author bag. Yup, me again. i bookended the event! i read the dog fucking excerpt from Topping first. It opens benignly enough, but the fourth line is "Having sex with the dog was different than i thought it would be," and there were a few gasps and a second of murmuring. But i didn't pause. i kept on reading completely unashamed, and they were absolutely silent again. i had them in the palm of my hand, they were motionless the entire piece. And they loved it, just absolutely loved me going there.
Next i read the chapter from Beauty entitled Soldiers Night at the Inn. It took me a second to find the part i wanted to begin with, the good parts. ;) i read this piece a bit more light heartedly, it sort of lends itself to that. i wanted to give everyone a bit of a respite after the intense taboo of the the dog fucking account i had just read. It was a hit, but can you really go wrong with the Sleeping Beauty Chronicles? ;)
After i read the salon was over, and everyone swarmed D and me again. This time the organizer came over and introduced herself. She was so happy with me. She said that she was so pleased i had read such extreme material, that she had hoped someone would have the courage to do that, and that she had intended for the salon to be a place where people could read things like that. She spoke with D and i for quite a while, and made sure that we would come back for the next salon. D and i have decided to make it a regular monthly date for us, and i look forward to reading even more outrageous writings.
Everyone was very respectful to the readers, but i have to say, when i got up there you could hear a pin drop. Now, since i was first, i could understand that, but by the time i read the published works i felt like they were trusting me to give them something good, something worthwhile. i can't tell you how thrilling and validating that was. i had forgotten what a rush performing is, and to have my own writing so well received was unexpected.
i wished Daddy had been there to see it. i have Him to thank for being the inspiration for my erotic writings. i had written things for boyfriends before, but they never commented about what i had written. my Daddy has always been very encouraging of my writing in general, and very complimentary of my erotica in particular. i know it was me getting all the praise and adulation, but it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Daddy. i would've loved for Him to see how well received what i had written for Him was. i never considered reading these things out loud and in public, tho i have posted some of them here.
i would also like to thank you guys for all the encouragement and appreciation you have expressed for my original erotic works. i would also like to particularly thank lg, who was probably the first reader to express an interest in my writing, and a desire to hear more. Thank you all, i can't tell you how much your comments encouraged me to be able to participate in the salon.
:*
i wasn't sure i was going to actually read at the salon, or that i would read something i wrote. People were invited to read either their own work or another author's. i vacillated between going or not going for days, and changed my mind on Tuesday at least 3 times. i had contacted some writer friends to go with me, but until Tuesday afternoon i hadn't heard back from them. When my friend D called to tell me he had written something that day for the salon, i made my final decision to attend.
i spent some time chatting online with Ry that day. Ry was encouraging me to blow off the salon because he wanted me to visit with him that night. Daddy had been kind enough to pick out a story for me to read, per my request, and Ry asked me to email him what i intended to read. Ry didn't think the story was very good, i believe the phrase "Penthouse letter" was used to describe it. i wrote it for Daddy in one of the earliest posts on the private blog, and i admit it's not the greatest thing ever written, but i was truly hurt by his "critique".
i really wanted to read the story Daddy had picked out, and i thought that if i did a little re-wording i might be able to improve it a bit before showtime. i began writing it out (i really need to get some ink for my printer), and i realized it was pretty long. i was definitely going to attend the salon, but i hadn't decided whether to read or not, and i didn't want to invest in a story that took alot of time to recite. i decided to copy down a shorter piece, more of a "scene" than a complete story. i also copied out a little 4 line poem i wrote a long, long time ago.
These are the original works i read:
I want hot cinnamon kisses
Sprinkled down my back
Some sweet pepper smack
And a handprint on my ass
i'm playing with my pussy on my father's bed. i have found his porn and toy stash, and i have been cumming for the last hour. The magazines are spread around me and there is a video playing soundlessly on the TV. The hard, red plastic vibrator has been in my cunt and, slowly, inserted into my ass, with no real effect. It was quickly discarded. my fingers are pressed to my soaking wet clit, my ass moving up and down, grinding another orgasm out of my exhausted body. i am sweating, the heat of my body radiating from me, steaming the sheets and pillows. my eyes are squeezed shut, my brow is furrowed, i am about to go over the edge yet again.
i want my father to find me like this. Cumming on his bed. Panting and flushed after imagining him fucking me. i want him to become aroused at the sight of my thighs slick with my own fuck. my cramped glistening fingers curled up on the pillow beside my head. i want him to see between my legs, my still pulsing clit, shuddering under his gaze. i want him to touch me there. He'll wet himself with the juices of my cunt, and straddle me. He will press his cock against my breastbone and gather my tits together. He will fuck me that way, the head of his cock popping into my mouth with every thrust. And when he cums it will be in my hair, splashed across my tits, pooling in the hollow of my throat.
i will be used. i will be desirable. i will arouse. i will be wanted.
i also chose 2 books to read excerpts from; Beauty's Punishment and Topping from Below. The bit from Topping was a description of the main character fucking a dog, and the bit from Beauty was Soldier's Night at the Inn which is a gangbang scene. i chose them for their shock value, and because i wanted to establish right away that there would be no "taboo" topics at the salon. i wanted to establish a precedent for raunchy, filthy extremes, because that's what turns me on, and that's what i write.
When i got to the lounge where the reading was being held, i was asked to sign up to read out loud. There were two bags, one for reading original works and one for reading someone else's. On a slip of paper you were to write your name, the title of the piece, and whether it was "edgy" or "romantic". For all of my submissions (lol) i wrote "edgy" and underlined it with exclamation points. At least they couldn't say they weren't warned...
D arrived a few minutes after me, and we had a cigarette and caught up with each other's lives. The organizer of the event gave a little introductory speech, and introduced a 90-something year old woman who read a short piece she had written. It was very, very cool. She wrote about how she spotted this old guy at her retirement community pool, and their subsequent sex. After she was done reading she gave us the additional information that the sex she had described took place on their first date! Kick ass lady!
Then she started pulling names out of the hat...and guess who's name was chosen first. Yup, me, the big scardey cat who didn't even know if she'd read. And it was from the original works bag, too. i started shaking the minute i heard my name. my heart was racing, and my palms were wet. i'm sure i was flushed from head to toe. i was offered the chance to not go first, but i said i'd do it. i felt lucky and honored, and if i was gonna do it, i was gonna do it, and the only way to do something like that is to just jump into the deep end.
i put the mic on the mic stand with a joke about needing "both hands free", which got a laugh, thank god. The paper was shaking in my hands, and i hoped the audience wasn't noticing. i opened up with the "hot cinnamon kisses" bit, and everyone clapped politely.
Since we had a 5 minute limit, and i was up there already, i read the "father's bed" piece, too. After the first line there was a bit of a murmur, and then absolute silence. i didn't even hear people drinking, no one moved. i read calmly, but with inflection and conviction. i didn't want anyone to think i was ashamed of what i was reading, or that i was in a rush to get through it.
And when i was done, they cheered. i couldn't believe it. They liked it! i mean really liked it. Not polite clapping with accompanying murmurs of snide remarks, but actually enjoyed what i had written. i smiled and giggled back to my seat, and grabbed D's hand to calm myself. i was still shaking, giddy and full of adrenaline when the next person went up. i could barely calm down enough to pay attention to what she was saying.
Eventually i chilled out a bit, and i was able to enjoy the other readers. There was a good combination of original and published works. Another girl read from her own stuff, but i didn't find it very titillating. It was too flowery and obscure for me. i couldn't understand what it was she was describing. Maybe i'm too literal minded for all that. D read his pieces, too, and they were awesome. i knew they would be, tho. He's a really good writer, and he's great at incorporating humor into his pieces without detracting from the sexiness.
Halfway thru there was a break, and all of a sudden D and i were surrounded by people! They were telling us how good they thought our stuff was, and we were asked for our email addresses to join groups. One of the women helping the organizer thanked me for going first, and told me how great she thought i did. i was just shocked, completely shocked. All these people vying for our attention, and telling us how wonderful we were, it was damn heady. i was so flattered, and i got giddy all over again. i am so not poised! lol
D told me how impressed he was with what i had written. He knows how i struggle with writing and that i don't think its particularly good. He says i need to get over my insecurities, and that he wasn't exactly shocked by how good my writing was, but that he was surprised by how well i've progressed since he last heard any of my writing. And believe me, if it was crap he'd say so. lol
After the break there were a few more readers, chosen at random, and then the last name was drawn from the published author bag. Yup, me again. i bookended the event! i read the dog fucking excerpt from Topping first. It opens benignly enough, but the fourth line is "Having sex with the dog was different than i thought it would be," and there were a few gasps and a second of murmuring. But i didn't pause. i kept on reading completely unashamed, and they were absolutely silent again. i had them in the palm of my hand, they were motionless the entire piece. And they loved it, just absolutely loved me going there.
Next i read the chapter from Beauty entitled Soldiers Night at the Inn. It took me a second to find the part i wanted to begin with, the good parts. ;) i read this piece a bit more light heartedly, it sort of lends itself to that. i wanted to give everyone a bit of a respite after the intense taboo of the the dog fucking account i had just read. It was a hit, but can you really go wrong with the Sleeping Beauty Chronicles? ;)
After i read the salon was over, and everyone swarmed D and me again. This time the organizer came over and introduced herself. She was so happy with me. She said that she was so pleased i had read such extreme material, that she had hoped someone would have the courage to do that, and that she had intended for the salon to be a place where people could read things like that. She spoke with D and i for quite a while, and made sure that we would come back for the next salon. D and i have decided to make it a regular monthly date for us, and i look forward to reading even more outrageous writings.
Everyone was very respectful to the readers, but i have to say, when i got up there you could hear a pin drop. Now, since i was first, i could understand that, but by the time i read the published works i felt like they were trusting me to give them something good, something worthwhile. i can't tell you how thrilling and validating that was. i had forgotten what a rush performing is, and to have my own writing so well received was unexpected.
i wished Daddy had been there to see it. i have Him to thank for being the inspiration for my erotic writings. i had written things for boyfriends before, but they never commented about what i had written. my Daddy has always been very encouraging of my writing in general, and very complimentary of my erotica in particular. i know it was me getting all the praise and adulation, but it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Daddy. i would've loved for Him to see how well received what i had written for Him was. i never considered reading these things out loud and in public, tho i have posted some of them here.
i would also like to thank you guys for all the encouragement and appreciation you have expressed for my original erotic works. i would also like to particularly thank lg, who was probably the first reader to express an interest in my writing, and a desire to hear more. Thank you all, i can't tell you how much your comments encouraged me to be able to participate in the salon.
:*
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Boys Against Girls
my trip to Vegas to be with Daddy for the weekend was a complete success!! Huzzah!
Daddy's friends M and J liked me very much, particularly M. i even got along with L, the girl J flew in as his companion for the weekend. Getting along with Daddy's friends/business partners was the thing that had me the most nervous about the trip. i had never met them before, and Daddy had told me that M would have lots of questions for me about Daddy's and my D/s.
The first night W/we went out to dinner at a really awesome sushi place, Osaka. Daddy, M, and i had alot of fun discussing J and L. i had met L briefly before she and J left for their own evening out, but i hadn't really gotten an impression of her. Daddy and M weren't terribly impressed by her, and i tried not to be too influenced by what T/they said. i didn't want to be unfair to her, maybe she was as nervous about meeting J's friends as i was to meet Daddy's, and hadn't made the best impression because of it. i could understand that.
After T/they gave me the lowdown on J and L, M began a relentless questioning that lasted the rest of the night. It wasn't so much interrogation as boundless curiosity, and he was very charming and accepting. i think M was even a little impressed. i told him that i can have my own ideas and opinions of things, and Daddy even allows me to be a bit of a smartass, as long as it doesn't get out of hand, because i think He enjoys it. i told M that i found submission liberating, that it freed me from having to make decisions all the time. That Daddy's the boss, and that i feel comfortable settling into that, that it makes me feel safe.
At that point M called his girlfriend so i could tell her that. Daddy said i had to talk to her even tho i had never met her! But she was, surprisingly easy to talk to, and she was funny and outgoing , and teasingly told me not to let T/them push me around. Daddy didn't get angry about that, but just laughed. i was glad about that, because she really did sound like a fun person, and i don't think Daddy minded me listening to her say that. Daddy knew it was just her being friendly.
You wouldn't believe what T/they did to me at dinner tho!!! Daddy pays close attention to my alcohol intake when i am with Him, and i only drink what He permits me to have. W/we got some beers and a bottle of saki with dinner, and Daddy had poured me some of each. W/we all chatted easily, and i was trying to be as articulate as possible about D/s for M. i finished my glass of beer, and M poured me another. Up until that point i had only drank what Daddy had given me with His own hands, so i looked over to Daddy to ask if it was ok for me to drink it.
M said for me to just drink the beer, nevermind Daddy. But Daddy asked me if i was going to listen to M. i said of course not, and then Daddy said that i wasn't allowed to, but He used His stern voice. i was confused by His tone. i was being good, why was Daddy using His stern voice?
Then M picked up the glass of beer and put it to my mouth. i clamped my lips shut and tried to pull my head back away from the glass. Daddy was saying not to drink the beer, and to let it pour down my chin before i let it into my mouth. M was telling me to drink. i felt some beer drip down my cleavage, and i was scared i'd smell like beer all night.
Then i felt M pinch my nose closed, and i closed my eyes. i just concentrated on sitting very, very still. i kept my lips tight together, and i could feel the cold beer against my mouth. i didn't hear M or Daddy anymore. i didn't think about people watching us. i didn't even think about my inability to breathe. All i thought about was not drinking that fucking beer.
i don't know how long it went on. It felt like forever , but the whole thing couldn't have been more than a few minutes. M released my nose and the glass disappeared. i think Daddy said something like, "good girl" and "I told you she wouldn't drink it." i think i heard that, i'm not sure. i wiped my mouth and realized where W/we were, and i said "Y/you two are gonna get U/us all arrested!" and all 3 of U/us laughed.
Daddy told me that M later said that while T/they were "scening" with me he felt that time stood still, and the rest of the restaurant disappeared. Until i heard that i hadn't realized i had gone into subspace. i always get so fuzzy when i go into it, and i don't always realize until afterwards that i've been in subspace. Apparently, M had experienced his first foray into Domspace that night with me and Daddy.
i don't know if they had pre-planned the scene. Daddy wouldn't usually take such big risks in public. Anyone of those people in the restaurant could've jumped to my "rescue". During O/our scene the entire restaurant fell silent, and W/we were sitting at the bar, so all the sushi chefs had a front row seat! LMAO No doubt they were all put at ease when i cracked a joke and the 3 of U/us laughed, and W/we probably gave them a great story to recount to friends. lol
Daddy's friends M and J liked me very much, particularly M. i even got along with L, the girl J flew in as his companion for the weekend. Getting along with Daddy's friends/business partners was the thing that had me the most nervous about the trip. i had never met them before, and Daddy had told me that M would have lots of questions for me about Daddy's and my D/s.
The first night W/we went out to dinner at a really awesome sushi place, Osaka. Daddy, M, and i had alot of fun discussing J and L. i had met L briefly before she and J left for their own evening out, but i hadn't really gotten an impression of her. Daddy and M weren't terribly impressed by her, and i tried not to be too influenced by what T/they said. i didn't want to be unfair to her, maybe she was as nervous about meeting J's friends as i was to meet Daddy's, and hadn't made the best impression because of it. i could understand that.
After T/they gave me the lowdown on J and L, M began a relentless questioning that lasted the rest of the night. It wasn't so much interrogation as boundless curiosity, and he was very charming and accepting. i think M was even a little impressed. i told him that i can have my own ideas and opinions of things, and Daddy even allows me to be a bit of a smartass, as long as it doesn't get out of hand, because i think He enjoys it. i told M that i found submission liberating, that it freed me from having to make decisions all the time. That Daddy's the boss, and that i feel comfortable settling into that, that it makes me feel safe.
At that point M called his girlfriend so i could tell her that. Daddy said i had to talk to her even tho i had never met her! But she was, surprisingly easy to talk to, and she was funny and outgoing , and teasingly told me not to let T/them push me around. Daddy didn't get angry about that, but just laughed. i was glad about that, because she really did sound like a fun person, and i don't think Daddy minded me listening to her say that. Daddy knew it was just her being friendly.
You wouldn't believe what T/they did to me at dinner tho!!! Daddy pays close attention to my alcohol intake when i am with Him, and i only drink what He permits me to have. W/we got some beers and a bottle of saki with dinner, and Daddy had poured me some of each. W/we all chatted easily, and i was trying to be as articulate as possible about D/s for M. i finished my glass of beer, and M poured me another. Up until that point i had only drank what Daddy had given me with His own hands, so i looked over to Daddy to ask if it was ok for me to drink it.
M said for me to just drink the beer, nevermind Daddy. But Daddy asked me if i was going to listen to M. i said of course not, and then Daddy said that i wasn't allowed to, but He used His stern voice. i was confused by His tone. i was being good, why was Daddy using His stern voice?
Then M picked up the glass of beer and put it to my mouth. i clamped my lips shut and tried to pull my head back away from the glass. Daddy was saying not to drink the beer, and to let it pour down my chin before i let it into my mouth. M was telling me to drink. i felt some beer drip down my cleavage, and i was scared i'd smell like beer all night.
Then i felt M pinch my nose closed, and i closed my eyes. i just concentrated on sitting very, very still. i kept my lips tight together, and i could feel the cold beer against my mouth. i didn't hear M or Daddy anymore. i didn't think about people watching us. i didn't even think about my inability to breathe. All i thought about was not drinking that fucking beer.
i don't know how long it went on. It felt like forever , but the whole thing couldn't have been more than a few minutes. M released my nose and the glass disappeared. i think Daddy said something like, "good girl" and "I told you she wouldn't drink it." i think i heard that, i'm not sure. i wiped my mouth and realized where W/we were, and i said "Y/you two are gonna get U/us all arrested!" and all 3 of U/us laughed.
Daddy told me that M later said that while T/they were "scening" with me he felt that time stood still, and the rest of the restaurant disappeared. Until i heard that i hadn't realized i had gone into subspace. i always get so fuzzy when i go into it, and i don't always realize until afterwards that i've been in subspace. Apparently, M had experienced his first foray into Domspace that night with me and Daddy.
i don't know if they had pre-planned the scene. Daddy wouldn't usually take such big risks in public. Anyone of those people in the restaurant could've jumped to my "rescue". During O/our scene the entire restaurant fell silent, and W/we were sitting at the bar, so all the sushi chefs had a front row seat! LMAO No doubt they were all put at ease when i cracked a joke and the 3 of U/us laughed, and W/we probably gave them a great story to recount to friends. lol
Monday, April 28, 2008
Pet Toys
i slide the back of my fingers under her breasts as i tug the rope behind her. her breasts are larger than mine, and i like the feel of thier weight when i cup them. i tie of the chest harness between her shoulder blades with a small square knot. i don't want her to be too uncomfortable when i have her on her back, i'm not sure how long she can endure being bound. i'm tying off her wrists seperately from the harness, i want to be able to move her around without having to undo too much of my ropework.
i don't have to worry about her hair getting in the way when i place the blindfold on her, she wears it short. i whisper in her ear with a chuckle, "There little toy, that should make you more comfortable. At least you won't have to bear witness to all the activities of this evening."
i lay her down on the bed, and wrap her wrists up simply and quickly, atttaching them high above her head to the rungs at the head of the bed. i admit i tug them a little higher than is completely comfortable for her, but for the moment she's mine, and i sometimes play rough with my toys... i run my nails down her arms, across her nipples, over her hips to her ankles. i notice that she's kept her legs spread. Whether she's done that conciously or subconciously doesn't matter to me, it's an encouraging sign nonetheless. i grip her ankles, each in turn, and wind more rope around them, leaving a good amount to adjust her positioning.
i pick up the 2 lengths of rope a little more than halfway towards the ends and slide off of the bed. i'm holding the rope with both hands when i loop it around the the top most rung above her head. i pull the rope thru and her feet rise up, up, up. i'm not sure exactly where i want her feet, so i play with the rope a bit. i lower them, then lift them up higher, then a bit lower. i can see this is making her nervous, and i enjoy that.
When i've decided that i want her feet hovering above her ears is when i finally look over at Him. He's sitting in a chair quietly observing the scene going on in front of Him. Slyly i shift my eyes in His direction, and tug her feet roughly into position, then knot the rope. He's smirking at me. He's never seen me be Dominant before. i'm in full Dominatrix mode, so i'm confident and aggressive. He doesn't usually see me like that, either.
i have her ass in the air, and her legs suspended above her, slightly apart. i know she feels vulnerable and revealed, i know because that's how i feel when i'm bound this way. Better give her some assurance, " O little toy, you look so yummy. Let's play a little, we're going to have so much fun..."
i climb back onto the bed, kneeling upright, knees under her ass. i press my breasts against her cheeks and lean in " you're in a very compromising position, toy. How does it feel?" she giggles hesitantly and breathes, "i'm nervous, i don't know what's going to happen..."
"Well, toy, it's not for you to know , is it? toys don't make the rules, toys do what they're made to do. For instance i can tickle you," i say, running my fingers across the soles of her bare feet making her squirm. "Or i can scratch you," again sliding my nails down her calves and the backs of her thighs, only this time harder. "Or i can pinch you," taking the flesh of her left cheek between my fingers and pinching, very hard. This makes her yelp quite satisfactorily. "Or i can be very, very nice, and caress you," and i cup my palm over her poochy pink pussy, settling her and making her smile a bit.
"But first you're getting a spanking," i say curtly, reaching for the paddle. It's the double sided one, with the rabbit fur on one side and lovely, smacky leather on the other. i keep it in my left hand, and warm her up a bit with my right. i spank her evenly, she's not used to these games, i don't know how much she can take. i build up slowly, and at first she doesn't move around that much, but it's not long before she squirming futilely trying to evade the blows. Really, they weren't all that hard....>smirk< "i'm being kind and taking it easy on you, and you must be a good toy, and play my little games. Be compliant and submissive, please me, and i'll take very good care of you," all the while slipping the fur over her thighs and hot, pink bum.
"Okay, toy, now for a bit rougher game..." and i give her a good whack on her right cheek. Not too hard, but she wasn't expecting it. i know it stings, i know it hurt. i know...and i continue with the paddling. i increase the speed, then slow down, and build back up again. Every so often i switch to the fur side again, and coo to my little toy what a lovely shade of red her ass is becoming. i paddle her harder, then softer, changing position so she doesn't know where the blow will land, how hard, how frequently, or if it will be the slap of leather or the fluffy thud of fur.
i place a hand on her burning behind and rub her gently. i'm curious to see what effect this has had on her pussy and with my left hand i trace a trail with up to the crease between her legs. i press down with 2 fingers and spread her open, and am gratified to see slick inner lips. i smile to myself and look over at Him and wink. His smile broadens.
"O little toy, i'm so pleased to see you enjoying my games. your bum is nice and red, but i don't believe you will be marked, tho you may feel it tomorrow. Isn't that wonderful? you'll have a reminder of our fun together!" and she lets out a soft little moan.
she's hairless between her legs, and has one of those clits that likes to hide, but i'm very good at seeking. While keeping her lips open with my left hand, i bring my right up and run my thumb up the inner fold of her cunt. she's bright pink inside and i detect a bit of a quiver when i catch her little bud with the side of my thumb, "There you are, time for a little attention for my toy."
i rub her clit slowly in one direction, up the underside. she gives another little moan, but otherwise all i can hear is her breathing. i press up and roll her clit like a marble, increasing the pressure a bit more when i slide over the tip. That's when i see her toes curl. "little toy, do you like the more direct type of play? you want it right here, toy?" and i make infinitesimal circles around the now poking bud, barley touching it, using her own juices to lubricate my motions. i see my toy's thighs tighten. When she begins to twist i give her a hard smack, "Be good!", and she freezes into position again.
i continue to tease her clit, pulling the hood back to expose even more of her for me to play with. my toy's breathing is becoming deeper and more rapid. i do not want her to cum yet, that isn't my plan. i reach up and untie her legs, lowering them slowly to the bed. "Roll over, toy." i rub her hips and legs for a moment, easing any tensions that might have accumulated. i don't want my toy to collapse before i'm ready for her to.
"Up on your knees, my little toy. New game, new position." i reach up and loosen the rope attaching her arms to the bed to give her more slack in her wrists, and press on her back to get her chest onto the bed, "Here, toy, you can hug the pillow to keep your face up. No unregulated breathe play," i chuckle, "And keep your ass up in the air. Don't make me regret untying your legs, stay in position. Good toy, good little toy," and i give her a playful swat on her bum.
i shuffle around to behind her again, this time i can't see her face. my little toy wiggles her ass when i bring my hands back up to her slit. i give her a few smacks on the inside of her thighs, "Open up, toy. i'm not done with your cunt yet." she obeys me, spreading her legs a bit further, thrusting her pussy out towards me. "Very good, toy. Very nice," and i cup her ass and give it a bit of a squeeze to show her i'm pleased.
By this time my little toy is quite drippy. The inside of her thighs are smeared with her juices and there's a thread of slime strung from her lip to the crease of her groin. Delightful. i slip my index finger between her lips and reach down for her clit. i take it between my thumb and the second knuckle of my index finger and pinch, gently and wetly. The jump this produces is terribly satisfying, and i give her another snap. my little toy jumps again. i snap without increasing the pressure, this isn't for pain, i want my toy to be lost in pleasure. i can feel my own cunt becoming slick, and my own clit twitches with each pinch and jump.
The toy moans, and i hear Him shifting in His chair. i look over at Him again and this time i smile broadly. He smiles back at me. He is very, very happy. This spurns me on, and i stop snapping her clit and cup my left hand around the underside of her cunt; with my thumb again on her clit while pressing above her mons with my fingers. i enter her soaking wet pussy with the first 2 fingers of my right hand, i can feel her opening up to me. she feels like a wet, hot, velvety balloon slowly expanding to accommodate my fingers, and i deeply sink into her.
i press down with my fingertips and increase the pressure on the outside of her body with my left hand. i start slow and work the inside of her carefully, paying particular attention to when she squeezes down on my intruding fingers. i increase the pressure and speed. i build her up, and my hand is soaked. my toy begins to grunt, and then begins screaming. i continue to work her cunt when i get the urge to nibble her ass. i bring my teeth down on her tender flesh. i don't break skin, but my toy can feel the edge of my teeth scraping her skin.
"Little toy, do you like that? Little slutty toy loves to have her cunt played with," i murmur into her ass. " Precious little toys want soooo much attention. "Aren't you an eager little wet slit. Pussy clamping down on my fingers," all the while a bound wiggling mess of slutty submissive is cumming on my hand.
"O toy, you think you're done? O no, toy, not at all. i know you want more, little toy, don't you? Say you need a cock, little toy."
"i need a cock, please," my toy says, barely audible and completely out of breathe.
"Toy..." i say looking over at Him, "Now it's His turn."
i don't have to worry about her hair getting in the way when i place the blindfold on her, she wears it short. i whisper in her ear with a chuckle, "There little toy, that should make you more comfortable. At least you won't have to bear witness to all the activities of this evening."
i lay her down on the bed, and wrap her wrists up simply and quickly, atttaching them high above her head to the rungs at the head of the bed. i admit i tug them a little higher than is completely comfortable for her, but for the moment she's mine, and i sometimes play rough with my toys... i run my nails down her arms, across her nipples, over her hips to her ankles. i notice that she's kept her legs spread. Whether she's done that conciously or subconciously doesn't matter to me, it's an encouraging sign nonetheless. i grip her ankles, each in turn, and wind more rope around them, leaving a good amount to adjust her positioning.
i pick up the 2 lengths of rope a little more than halfway towards the ends and slide off of the bed. i'm holding the rope with both hands when i loop it around the the top most rung above her head. i pull the rope thru and her feet rise up, up, up. i'm not sure exactly where i want her feet, so i play with the rope a bit. i lower them, then lift them up higher, then a bit lower. i can see this is making her nervous, and i enjoy that.
When i've decided that i want her feet hovering above her ears is when i finally look over at Him. He's sitting in a chair quietly observing the scene going on in front of Him. Slyly i shift my eyes in His direction, and tug her feet roughly into position, then knot the rope. He's smirking at me. He's never seen me be Dominant before. i'm in full Dominatrix mode, so i'm confident and aggressive. He doesn't usually see me like that, either.
i have her ass in the air, and her legs suspended above her, slightly apart. i know she feels vulnerable and revealed, i know because that's how i feel when i'm bound this way. Better give her some assurance, " O little toy, you look so yummy. Let's play a little, we're going to have so much fun..."
i climb back onto the bed, kneeling upright, knees under her ass. i press my breasts against her cheeks and lean in " you're in a very compromising position, toy. How does it feel?" she giggles hesitantly and breathes, "i'm nervous, i don't know what's going to happen..."
"Well, toy, it's not for you to know , is it? toys don't make the rules, toys do what they're made to do. For instance i can tickle you," i say, running my fingers across the soles of her bare feet making her squirm. "Or i can scratch you," again sliding my nails down her calves and the backs of her thighs, only this time harder. "Or i can pinch you," taking the flesh of her left cheek between my fingers and pinching, very hard. This makes her yelp quite satisfactorily. "Or i can be very, very nice, and caress you," and i cup my palm over her poochy pink pussy, settling her and making her smile a bit.
"But first you're getting a spanking," i say curtly, reaching for the paddle. It's the double sided one, with the rabbit fur on one side and lovely, smacky leather on the other. i keep it in my left hand, and warm her up a bit with my right. i spank her evenly, she's not used to these games, i don't know how much she can take. i build up slowly, and at first she doesn't move around that much, but it's not long before she squirming futilely trying to evade the blows. Really, they weren't all that hard....>smirk< "i'm being kind and taking it easy on you, and you must be a good toy, and play my little games. Be compliant and submissive, please me, and i'll take very good care of you," all the while slipping the fur over her thighs and hot, pink bum.
"Okay, toy, now for a bit rougher game..." and i give her a good whack on her right cheek. Not too hard, but she wasn't expecting it. i know it stings, i know it hurt. i know...and i continue with the paddling. i increase the speed, then slow down, and build back up again. Every so often i switch to the fur side again, and coo to my little toy what a lovely shade of red her ass is becoming. i paddle her harder, then softer, changing position so she doesn't know where the blow will land, how hard, how frequently, or if it will be the slap of leather or the fluffy thud of fur.
i place a hand on her burning behind and rub her gently. i'm curious to see what effect this has had on her pussy and with my left hand i trace a trail with up to the crease between her legs. i press down with 2 fingers and spread her open, and am gratified to see slick inner lips. i smile to myself and look over at Him and wink. His smile broadens.
"O little toy, i'm so pleased to see you enjoying my games. your bum is nice and red, but i don't believe you will be marked, tho you may feel it tomorrow. Isn't that wonderful? you'll have a reminder of our fun together!" and she lets out a soft little moan.
she's hairless between her legs, and has one of those clits that likes to hide, but i'm very good at seeking. While keeping her lips open with my left hand, i bring my right up and run my thumb up the inner fold of her cunt. she's bright pink inside and i detect a bit of a quiver when i catch her little bud with the side of my thumb, "There you are, time for a little attention for my toy."
i rub her clit slowly in one direction, up the underside. she gives another little moan, but otherwise all i can hear is her breathing. i press up and roll her clit like a marble, increasing the pressure a bit more when i slide over the tip. That's when i see her toes curl. "little toy, do you like the more direct type of play? you want it right here, toy?" and i make infinitesimal circles around the now poking bud, barley touching it, using her own juices to lubricate my motions. i see my toy's thighs tighten. When she begins to twist i give her a hard smack, "Be good!", and she freezes into position again.
i continue to tease her clit, pulling the hood back to expose even more of her for me to play with. my toy's breathing is becoming deeper and more rapid. i do not want her to cum yet, that isn't my plan. i reach up and untie her legs, lowering them slowly to the bed. "Roll over, toy." i rub her hips and legs for a moment, easing any tensions that might have accumulated. i don't want my toy to collapse before i'm ready for her to.
"Up on your knees, my little toy. New game, new position." i reach up and loosen the rope attaching her arms to the bed to give her more slack in her wrists, and press on her back to get her chest onto the bed, "Here, toy, you can hug the pillow to keep your face up. No unregulated breathe play," i chuckle, "And keep your ass up in the air. Don't make me regret untying your legs, stay in position. Good toy, good little toy," and i give her a playful swat on her bum.
i shuffle around to behind her again, this time i can't see her face. my little toy wiggles her ass when i bring my hands back up to her slit. i give her a few smacks on the inside of her thighs, "Open up, toy. i'm not done with your cunt yet." she obeys me, spreading her legs a bit further, thrusting her pussy out towards me. "Very good, toy. Very nice," and i cup her ass and give it a bit of a squeeze to show her i'm pleased.
By this time my little toy is quite drippy. The inside of her thighs are smeared with her juices and there's a thread of slime strung from her lip to the crease of her groin. Delightful. i slip my index finger between her lips and reach down for her clit. i take it between my thumb and the second knuckle of my index finger and pinch, gently and wetly. The jump this produces is terribly satisfying, and i give her another snap. my little toy jumps again. i snap without increasing the pressure, this isn't for pain, i want my toy to be lost in pleasure. i can feel my own cunt becoming slick, and my own clit twitches with each pinch and jump.
The toy moans, and i hear Him shifting in His chair. i look over at Him again and this time i smile broadly. He smiles back at me. He is very, very happy. This spurns me on, and i stop snapping her clit and cup my left hand around the underside of her cunt; with my thumb again on her clit while pressing above her mons with my fingers. i enter her soaking wet pussy with the first 2 fingers of my right hand, i can feel her opening up to me. she feels like a wet, hot, velvety balloon slowly expanding to accommodate my fingers, and i deeply sink into her.
i press down with my fingertips and increase the pressure on the outside of her body with my left hand. i start slow and work the inside of her carefully, paying particular attention to when she squeezes down on my intruding fingers. i increase the pressure and speed. i build her up, and my hand is soaked. my toy begins to grunt, and then begins screaming. i continue to work her cunt when i get the urge to nibble her ass. i bring my teeth down on her tender flesh. i don't break skin, but my toy can feel the edge of my teeth scraping her skin.
"Little toy, do you like that? Little slutty toy loves to have her cunt played with," i murmur into her ass. " Precious little toys want soooo much attention. "Aren't you an eager little wet slit. Pussy clamping down on my fingers," all the while a bound wiggling mess of slutty submissive is cumming on my hand.
"O toy, you think you're done? O no, toy, not at all. i know you want more, little toy, don't you? Say you need a cock, little toy."
"i need a cock, please," my toy says, barely audible and completely out of breathe.
"Toy..." i say looking over at Him, "Now it's His turn."
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Viva Las Vegas
Daddy booked my flight yesterday for Las Vegas. Wheeeeee!
Daddy will be going out to Vegas for a little over a week, and i'll be visiting Him for the weekend, and then flying back home with Him. Hopefully, W/we will be sitting together on the flight back, but i don't know that yet.
Daddy asked me if i was excited about going...Ummmmmm, yeah! i'm excited because i'll be with Daddy; because i've never been that far west before; because it's terribly decadent to fly so far for a weekend; because it's Vegas, baby! :) Not that i gamble or have any desire to see cheesey Vegas shows, but there is a restaurant that i really want to go to, and if W/we go out to the clubs, that might be fun.
W/we won't be alone on this trip. It's a working trip for Daddy, and He'll have 2 friends with Him, and a lady companion of one of them, sharing a condo. i've never met these friends of Daddy's, i've actually only met one other friend of Daddy's, and that friend only last week. i'm very interested in what Daddy's friends will think of me...
Daddy says i have to be a "big girl" on this trip. i can't wear any of my "little girl" clothes, except for in O/our room. i asked Daddy if i was still able to call Him "Daddy", and He said i was. i'm thankful for that, cause i don't think i could call Him by His first name the entire trip without slipping. i haven't received any specific instructions for how i'm supposed to "act", but i think i'll be good as long as i try to contain the natural regression that comes over me when i'm with Him. i think it will be ok for me to be "little-er" than my chronological age, but not as "little" as i usually go.
i am nervous about embarrassing Daddy. He said that His one friend will probably ask me alot of questions, i assume about what Daddy and i do together. i'm curious to see how daring his inquiries will be...lol i'm kinda concerned about the other girl who will be there. i know nothing about her, except that she's bi. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to me and Daddy.
i think this trip will be an interesting social experiment.
Daddy will be going out to Vegas for a little over a week, and i'll be visiting Him for the weekend, and then flying back home with Him. Hopefully, W/we will be sitting together on the flight back, but i don't know that yet.
Daddy asked me if i was excited about going...Ummmmmm, yeah! i'm excited because i'll be with Daddy; because i've never been that far west before; because it's terribly decadent to fly so far for a weekend; because it's Vegas, baby! :) Not that i gamble or have any desire to see cheesey Vegas shows, but there is a restaurant that i really want to go to, and if W/we go out to the clubs, that might be fun.
W/we won't be alone on this trip. It's a working trip for Daddy, and He'll have 2 friends with Him, and a lady companion of one of them, sharing a condo. i've never met these friends of Daddy's, i've actually only met one other friend of Daddy's, and that friend only last week. i'm very interested in what Daddy's friends will think of me...
Daddy says i have to be a "big girl" on this trip. i can't wear any of my "little girl" clothes, except for in O/our room. i asked Daddy if i was still able to call Him "Daddy", and He said i was. i'm thankful for that, cause i don't think i could call Him by His first name the entire trip without slipping. i haven't received any specific instructions for how i'm supposed to "act", but i think i'll be good as long as i try to contain the natural regression that comes over me when i'm with Him. i think it will be ok for me to be "little-er" than my chronological age, but not as "little" as i usually go.
i am nervous about embarrassing Daddy. He said that His one friend will probably ask me alot of questions, i assume about what Daddy and i do together. i'm curious to see how daring his inquiries will be...lol i'm kinda concerned about the other girl who will be there. i know nothing about her, except that she's bi. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to me and Daddy.
i think this trip will be an interesting social experiment.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Girls On Film
About an hour after writing my previous entry, my girlfriend Astrid called me and said she had received some pictures from the shoot and was emailing them to me. We sat on the phone and looked through them together.
We couldn't control our excitement! We were so giddy and happy, i was literally jumping up and down! Lol i told Astrid i had blogged about our shoot, and i asked her if it was ok for me to post some of the pix on my blog, and she said it was fine with her (she's been known to read this blog every so often).
So, without further ado...:)
Just general hotness...teeheehee. Astrid has great legs! i was telling her to shove her fingers further into my mouth. Ha!
This might be my favorite...We both look soooo good, and i love the look on Astrid's face. It seems very retro to me. Like the old bondage films from the 50's.
Okay, maybe this one is my favorite. Another great look from Astrid, really interesting composition, me on my back at Astrid's feet...see what i mean about Astrid's legs?! :)
Dominatrix in complete control...Teeheehee..."i am laani's disembodied head" (Fight Club, anyone?) ;)
We couldn't control our excitement! We were so giddy and happy, i was literally jumping up and down! Lol i told Astrid i had blogged about our shoot, and i asked her if it was ok for me to post some of the pix on my blog, and she said it was fine with her (she's been known to read this blog every so often).
So, without further ado...:)
Astrid has the coolest shoes! i'm wearing the second collar Daddy gave me, a more utilitarian one, black leather with a steel O-ring. Kevin, the photographer, had put the lace around my eyes, Astrid loved the way ot looked, but i didn't see it until i got the pix. i love it!
Just general hotness...teeheehee. Astrid has great legs! i was telling her to shove her fingers further into my mouth. Ha!This might be my favorite...We both look soooo good, and i love the look on Astrid's face. It seems very retro to me. Like the old bondage films from the 50's.Okay, maybe this one is my favorite. Another great look from Astrid, really interesting composition, me on my back at Astrid's feet...see what i mean about Astrid's legs?! :)Dominatrix in complete control...Teeheehee..."i am laani's disembodied head" (Fight Club, anyone?) ;)
This is one of the pics taken during Astrid's spanking me. She alternated between spanking, scratching, and caressing, with some licks and bites thrown in. You can sorta see my butt has some coloring...or is it just shadow?
No, no, no, this is my favorite. i like how it's a bit difficult to really tell who is dominating who...
i like this one, tho i'm not really in it. Astrid looks a bit like Louise Brookes, which i'm totally into. And my arms look skinny...ha! Boy am i glad i waxed my arms before the shoot! :)
This is an example of Kevin twisting and placing me how he wanted me. i'm not sure how i feel about this one, i like it, yet there's something about it that i don't like. Can't put my finger on it, but overall i dig it.
The grand finale. i like this one alot. Kevin is a real pro, and i didn't feel uncomfortable with him down between my legs at all. He was really into me keeping my mouth open for alot of the shoot. He kept tugging my chin down...lol. The color is great, and the angle is damn sexy. Twisted little bound girl. Is that terror or ecstasy on her face? Teeheehee.
Okay, there were a couple more, but i think that's enough egotism for one post. Feel free to offer any comments, criticisms, or outfit suggestions. Hopefully it won't be too long before Astrid and i shoot again.
Daddy is probably going to shoot with Astrid this week during my visit, but i don't know if i'll be involved with that shoot. Astrid would like me to be involved, as you can see we work really well together, so she's hoping Daddy will want me in the shoot. We'll see...i'm gonna bring stuff just in case.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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
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
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