For the feet lovers out there (you know who you are) here are my tootsies. This was by request. For everyone else, feel free to go about your business as usual.
Cloistered with Him
Walking the tether
His dominance beckons
Aching with a fervor
His will not mine
Mists of sinewy need
Bind and ensnare
Debased and supplicant
Throbbing and yearning
Petitioning to serve
Whore for pleasure
Exalted in torture
Please, I pray
Take, I beg
Use, I entreat
Your will, I serve
Daddy and I were both just home from work and chitchatting in the kitchen. He was teasing me about seeing my ass every time I bent over while putting groceries away.
“Well, if you want to see it naked all you have to do is ask,” I teased.
“Alright then,” he said and off he went to the bedroom. It took me a minute to realize what had happened.
“Oh, wait, did you just accept my offer?” I asked as I followed him.
“That’s what it sounded like to me unless you’re taking it back now,” he said.
“No, no, not at all.” I wasn’t giving up an opportunity for afternoon sex, no way. I locked the door and stripped down in front of him while he got situated. Once naked, I slid up on the bed next to him with my ass in the air. “As you wished Daddy.”
He ran his hands over my ass as we kissed and talked a little more. I didn’t know what would happen next. He could be tired and want to relax. “Face down, arms at your side.” He said. Apparently, relaxing was not on his mind. I breathed through my mop of hair while I waited noticing that my breath was again a little shallow. Apparently the partying in Vegas had its way with me just a bit.
Daddy rubbed my ass as a warning that he was there. His hand was then replaced by the short silicon cat o’nine tails. They were stingy and felt oh so good on my ass. I hadn’t expected any BDSM play midweek but I was hungry for it. I raised my ass in welcome. I wanted more, a lot more. Daddy switched between caresses and whips of the tails on my ass and thighs.
“Spread your legs.” I did as told. His face pushed in and his tongue probed my ass. It felt incredible. If you’ve never had this done to you, get over whatever stigma you may hold against ass play and try it. The nerve endings all bunch up at the sphincter making it a hot spot of sensation. Daddy’s tongue flicked and fucked my little hole, driving me crazy with pleasure.
He whipped me again and then switched to his little paddle. He struck each ass cheek twice. We couldn’t make too much noise. But this little beast stings so much more than any other toy. It is simply a round piece of wood with a hand strap across the back. A devilish little toy.
With my ass still stinging he raised my hips up and fucked my pussy with his fingers. I was wet, I was ready. He positioned me again and entered me with his cock. Damn, I was so ready for a good fucking. The more I have him, the more we play, the more I want. This position is a challenge for us because I have long legs being a tall girl. Daddy has shorter legs for a man who’s six feet. So, sometimes it works sometimes not.
After a few strokes he said, “On your back.” I flipped over and spread my legs. He pushed my feet up and out. I reached out to touch him. “No, hands down.” I whimpered as I tucked hands under my thighs for support. He shoved his cock inside me and began to fuck me with my legs wide. “Clench your pussy, slut.” I clenched my muscles around his cock and heard a satisfied grunt from him. With my legs spread and my muscles tight this was a good workout of my pelvic muscles.
He fucked me hard and fast. I began to pant and sweat. The pleasure was intense. He changed his angle so that his cock was pushing into me straight on. It rubbed up against the top of my canal where they say the g-spot is located. At the same time his belly was rubbing on my clit. I moaned and moaned and suddenly I felt a pop and there was a gush of moisture between us. Daddy looked at me in surprise. “Did what I think just happen, happen?” He asked. I nodded my head. I had no idea what just happened but it was something amazing and I couldn’t speak right then. I wanted him to keep going.
After a few more strokes he stopped and laid down on the bed next to me. “I will still give you my seed but it will be later tonight so be ready.” He said. We both caught our breath and talked about what happened.
He took his fingers and put his dripping pre-come on my lips. I sucked his fingers and licked them clean. I asked him, “Would you like me to suck your cock Daddy?” I didn’t know if he’d want more since he told me we would finish later.
“Yes, I would love that baby girl.” I got on my knees between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. “Do you like the way we taste together?” He asked. I nodded yes, I did. I licked and sucked until he was clean of our juices and hard again. Daddy startled me when he jumped up and turned over. “Lick my ass slut.” I shook with excitement. I can’t describe how hot it makes me when he gives me direct orders like that. I love knowing exactly what he wants and doing something at his beckoning that I wouldn’t normally do on my own. I pushed my face in and licked and pushed my tongue in deep. He moaned and I was so thrilled to give him such pleasure.
We finished the afternoon with him fucking my pussy and using his fingers in my ass. He came hard filling me with his seed. “You’re off the hook for later,” he said. It was a perfect afternoon.
“Take off your clothes. Now.” Daddy’s tone brooked no dissent. I stripped as he watched. “Hands on the bed, legs spread.” I put arms and hands on the bed, my ass up and legs spread. I waited. No warm up, no real warning, then a cane to the ass. The burning sting bit my ass cheek and I cried out. I tried to take it and keep it in but this time, every breath and every sigh was vocal.
Another stinging bite to the other ass cheek had my legs tensing. This was going to be harsh and I didn’t have my sea legs. We haven’t played with pain in a long time. The following strikes were light taps. Finally some warming hits, oh thank god, I thought as I intentionally slowed my breathing which had ramped up quickly.
His face pushed in between my ass cheeks. His tongue probed and pushed hot wetness into my most private parts.
He pulled back and said, “You are my whore. Mine. Say it.” I took a deep breath searching for my voice.
“I’m your whore Daddy. Yours. I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he said. Something else hit my ass. It could have been a crop or a flogger held tightly. It was less stingy than the cane by far but still intense. With his words, his dominance began to overtake me. The hot pain seared the words into my skin. Over and over the strikes hit me on the ass, on the back. I gasped, I cried out, he continued.
“You are my dirty little slut. Take it slut.” More strikes and the pain coalesced inside me. I couldn’t catch my breath.
“On your back whore.” I took as deep a breath as I could and flipped over. “Legs spread, play with yourself.” He left for a minute to use the bathroom. I lay there rubbing my clit in such a dither. He takes me to such a deep place when he’s harsh and dominant. I was close to hyperventilating. I needed to calm down but God I loved this. I strummed my clit like a guitar. I was so hot for him. I wanted his cock so badly.
He mounted the bed between my legs and watched me masturbate. “That’s right, rub that clit for Daddy.” He leaned in and pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I moaned and wrapped around him. “Hands behind your head.” Damn it, I wanted to touch him. “Yeah, I know,” he said, responding to my thoughts. He reads me like a well worn book.
His iron hand gripped my neck. I squeaked as I tried for a last breath of air. I slipped ever deeper into submission to him. It is automatic when he does this. My fear, his dominance, my submission, his power quicken in this act.
“You are mine. None of the June Cleaver act here. The Beav can’t have you. You are mine, got it?” Each staccato word was emphasized by a squeeze to my neck. The world narrowed to him and my air.
“Mine. Say it.” His hand did not loosen at all. I grunted words that had no hope of being intelligable. “Again.” More grunting. He seemed satisfied and allowed a smidgen air.
Finally, he slammed his cock fully to the hilt in one long stroke. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure along with his hand releasing my breath exploded together inside me. This is my addiction. He captures it all. He fucked me long and hard.
“Present your tits slave.” I cringed and gathered them together. I presented them to him. The cane materialized in his hand. I whimpered. The cane bit my nipples, my tender breasts. It hurt so damn much. I cried but I squirted fluid all over his cock. Damn my traitorous body.
He pulled out without finishing. I still hadn’t caught my laboring breath. “I’m not finished with you slut. Be ready. You will take my seed later.”
I nodded, “Yes Daddy.”
“Go take a shower, we have a half hour until we meet everyone.” I got up from the bed on wobbly legs. It was a shower of regaining my breath and gathering myself around me again.
Yes, we had it on vacation. In between hanging with family, meeting new people, dancing, eating, getting dressed up and all the rest of the debauchery of Vegas; we enjoyed each other.
Since moving in together our sexual schedule has changed. When we lived apart sex was a scheduled thing in many respects. My son’s time with his dad predominantly governed the time I had free to spend with Daddy. Our sex revolved around our limited time. All our pent up needs would wait and then when we saw each other we would have all that energy stored up like a wound rubberband.
After moving in our schedule began to change. I see Daddy every day now. My son lives with us most of the time in a little house with very little separation of spaces. Initially, I felt like I was on the same sexual schedule. As the days without my son in the house would approach, I would get wound up. Time with Daddy is coming! My body would tense up as my mind would do the happy dance that precursed our play times. But as life would have it, things would get in the way. Work was hard for one of us that day, family would be over, something got in the way of our tryst and I would get dejected.
We’ve started having sex as husband and wife do, when the time and opportunity arise. Sometimes hurried, sometimes being as quiet as mice because the child is home, but generally no longer on a ‘dating’ schedule.
Sex in a hotel before this vacation wasn’t any different than sex at home together. We were our same uninhibited selves. This time though, it felt more free, more wild. The child was in another state entirely. I had my voice back. I intermittenly wondered if the people in neighboring rooms could hear me. I didn’t care.
Mr. D and I arrived to our hotel on Wednesday. We are attending a Vegas Bash having to do with body acceptance for bigger people. He’s been part of this community many years and I’m only being introduced to it this year. In his past, he’s enjoyed many trysts at the bashes with many people. He is the life of the party and many know him and his crew here. I had heard about the bashes for a long time and this would be my first one.
We got to our room and were unpacking our luggage. Mr. D sat in a sofa chair and beckoned me over. “Kneel,” he said. I knelt in between his legs. “This week is about us. We are going to have fun and relax and enjoy our family. This week is about you and about me. No one else.” I smiled and nodded and put my arms around him. I have so much love for this man. He makes me feel so loved and protected and cared for in so many ways.
From what Daddy has told me, bashes can end up being a lot of partying and sex. Many hook-ups happen and since we are an open couple and he’s been promiscuous at bashes in the past, he was setting the tone for how we would behave at this event. I felt my heart swell with joy that he wanted just me for this bash. That won’t always be the case, he is desired by many. I felt so cradled within his affection and care through his words and choice.
“You may rise,” he said. As soon as I kissed him and returned to unpacking he called me back. “Wait, I wasn’t done with you.” He pointed to the floor and I knelt before him again. “Close your eyes.” I obeyed and knelt waiting. “Ok, open them.”
When I looked up he had a white jewelry box on his chest. He had a smile on his face. “Open it.” Inside were the most beautiful diamond and emerald earrings. They have a floating emerald that moves and sparkles in the light with a swath of diamonds curling around it. The sides are filigreed in a delicate pattern of swoops and curls. They are the most beautiful earrings I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know what to say, they were so beautiful. He had gotten me a charm for my charm bracelet to commemorate our trip already.
I fumbled my words. “Oh Daddy, they are beautiful. You already got me the charm.” How could he be so wonderful? How do I deserve such a man and such gifts?
“I can spoil you. You’d better get used to it because you’re mine.” I beamed and my heart did a little happy dance in my chest. I put them on. As luck would have it, I brought three green dresses for the occasions of the bash. It didn’t really matter what I wore though because I knew I wasn’t taking those earrings off.
I love him so. He doesn’t need to shower me with jewels just having him is the best gift I could hope for.
I am tired so this may be short. We have been on vacation at a big girl acceptance and hedonistic party in Las Vegas since last Wednesday. EA is a vision and she elevated her wardrobe to set her apart from the rest of the women. She was radiant. Beautiful. I enjoyed watching the women judge her and size her up and the men ogle and I could see the desire in their eyes. Many of my longtime Bash friends commented to me on: How stunning she was. How nice she was. How she never stopped smiling and had a kind word for everyone she met.
We danced, dined, had pool time, lounged, chatted, hung with friends, smoked cigars, fucked, and made love.
The limited sexual congress we engaged in was just us…..please do not misunderstand. I fucked her silly on several occasions. The heat between us was palpable. I…
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