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Obey

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Choice, Daddy, Denial, Fear, Friend, Powerless, Slave4 Comments

Daddy and I went on a romantic weekend trip recently.  While we were in town we saw a long time friend of his.  This was the first time I had met his friend and I think it had been many years since Daddy had seen him.

Daddy had told me that they had played sexually before.  Him, his friend (also male) and their wives/girlfriends had all played sexually together. So theirs had been an intimate friendship.  I had never met this friend before but I knew of Daddy’s poly past.  This was one of the reasons we had chosen an open relationship after all. 

Daddy told me that his friend was a breast man and to dress for the occasion.  I chose a low cut dress to honor Daddy and be his arm candy.  I knew Daddy would be pleased to show me off. 

When his friend arrived we talked for a few minutes in the hotel.  Daddy made some direct comments about my body to his friend.  I can’t now remember the exact comments.  I do remember feeling embarrassed by one comment and when I looked at his friend he had the same pained look on his face that I felt on mine. What was Daddy doing? I wondered to myself. 

We left the hotel and went to dinner.  During the long drive they caught up on things with each other. While we were at the restaurant Daddy again made a lewd comment about me to his friend.  I felt rather like a piece of meat.  I tried to understand what he was doing but I didn’t know his friend and I could only sense discomfort from the man.  

Though we all talked about the lifestyle and his friend having been in the local scene in the past, there was no talk or interest from him in playing with us.  As we arrived back at our hotel, I wondered if Daddy was going to make me play with this man.  He had never ordered me to play with anyone before that I didn’t know. 

We had drinks in the hotel bar.  I felt distant from the conversation.  I was perplexed.  What do I do?  Do as Daddy commands with someone I only just met?  I felt very uncomfortable.  Aside from Daddy making off color comments, there was no chemistry here.  There was nothing at all that made me want to play.  Would I obey if commanded?

After drinks we walked back to the room and his friend took his leave.  Daddy thought my goodnight to the man was a brush off.  Honestly, I couldn’t tell you if it was.  It’s very possible because I’d had enough of the uncertainty.  When his friend made noises to leave I happily let him.

I asked Daddy afterwards what he was trying to do.  He said he liked putting people off balance on purpose.  He asked me about my reactions.  He asked if I would have taken an impromptu order to play if it had been given.  He wondered if the unexpected nature of it was more than I could handle and why was this so.

All good questions.  I’ve only been with a few men.  I’m timid by nature and only like to do things that make people happy not uncomfortable. If that friend had been all over the prospects of playing with us would my response have been different? Probably.  

Did I act like the slave I want to be?  No, I didn’t.  Daddy felt disconnected from me.  I didn’t trust the situation but I should have trusted him.  That is my place, to trust and obey.  I did not. 

Lock, Stock and Barrel

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Back Story, Daddy, Life12 Comments

It was the day after Thanksgiving and we were just home from shopping together for my son’s Christmas present.  Afterwards, we picked him up from our friend’s place and came home together. 

We were lying in bed because we’re both sick and doing much of anything was tiring.  It was midday.  My son had been talking with Mr. D from separate rooms, bantering as they do.  My man and my teenager both have ribault senses of humor so the verbal jousts were entertaining.  My son does his best to keep up and he loves the game. 

After a few minutes, he came in and crawled on the bed between us to snuggle up to us.  His arms were around me getting his snuggles and his back was cozied up to Mr. D.  I was so content lying there with my men. 

At one point in the conversation I could see that Daddy wanted to say something.  “I have something I want to ask you both.” My son kept talking away, oblivious. Daddy started again but got interrupted by the boy chatter again.  He then pushed my son’s face down into the covers of the bed playfully. “Hush, I’m talking now.” He said. 

My son looked up to him then and quieted down.  Daddy spoke directly to him but his eyes held mine.  “We both know I love Mom very much and I love you too. I want us to be together for always. We all know it’s just a matter of time before I marry mom.”  My son smiled at that, so did I. 

“So, Baby Girl, will you marry me?”  I looked up into his eyes trying to comprehend the question.  We’re sick in bed with the boy, Daddy is a planner by default and this feels so spontaneous.  Is he really asking me now?

“Will I marry you?  Wait…you’re really asking me?” I asked.  I needed clarification. He had recently told me he had a plan to ask me at our friends’ vow renewal in Cancun. (He doesn’t keep secrets long) This was definitely not Cancun. 

“Yes, my Love, sick and in bed with the boy, I’m asking you to marry me.” 

“Yes, I’ll marry you.  I love you so much.”  We kissed and I was so very, very happy.  Still stunned but completely happy.

Before my son could interject, Daddy said, “And do you approve? I’m asking you too because you’re part of this.  Do you want me to marry your Mom?”

“Yes! Definitely! You’ll really be my Step Dad now.” My son was beside himself with glee.  He’d been asking me forever when Mr. D would make it happen.

Afterwards, we got up and went to the jewelry store just as we were.  Sick, frumpy, no makeup or a nice dress with my hyper son in tow I followed my Master, Daddy, my Husband-to-be in to pick out a ring.  

As I sat there waiting for the sales ladies to do their thing and Daddy was on the other side of the store with my boy picking out a ring for the little guy too, my heart swelled so much it felt like it would fly away.  How perfect a day, how well he knows me.  

I wouldn’t trade this special day for any fancy production.  No need for glitzy clothes and expensive dinners.  We joined our lives in the place I love the most.  Together snuggling in bed. 

Here I Am Again

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Starting again and over again. It’s a thing I do.  It’s much better than quitting completely.  Trust me.  That is the worst.  I am consistently inconsistent.  😅

So, what’s happening in your world? Lots, you say?  Mine too. 

Daddy is off to Texas again.  This time for two weeks.  We had trips and holidays, family time and together time.  All during this time we were sick.  Ugh. I am over the whole sick routine.  Off to the Doctor tomorrow because the chest rattle is still around.

I have many great things to tell you so don’t go running off like you do.  Oh wait, that was me.  My bad.

As Daddy says, “Stress is not my friend.” I tend to shut off and internalize when I’m trying to work a problem.  I will explain as I get back into our story.

Love and hugs for now.

Amor 

What now?

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Today Daddy and I talked and cried together from different states. We will do our best to move forward through this difficult time.  We both know we are the one for each other.  We may be pulled in two directions right now but we are 100% committed to each other. 

I love him more than anything.  I want our beautiful life together.  I want to experience so much with him.  We fit together so well.  One of his work buddies even made a joke about it.  I’m curvy on top and bottom with a smaller waist and Daddy is straight up and down with a belly.  We fit together like puzzle pieces. We are made for each other body and soul.

Daddy returns home Friday morning.  I can’t wait to see him.  

Intermission

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Sorry folks, I have so much to write about but stress is not a great mistress when it comes to writing.  All I want to do right now is crawl into a deep hole with a tub of ice cream. 

Daddy is away in Texas and I can’t sleep.  I’m up all evening eating random weird things.  Last night it was a whole package of beets then later it was gluten-free toaster waffles.  It sucks to only have healthy food in the house when you want to binge on crap. 

Daddy and I are going to be living apart for a while. I have no idea how long.  We started looking at houses, lovely houses that dreams are made of.  Now Daddy has an apartment that is only his and I’m stuck here with 4 more years to parent my child, the other love of my life. 

I’m doing my damnedest to be upbeat, to work the problem like I usually would.  Find a way.  But I’m stuck.  Every direction I turn something awful will happen.  

I’ve been so emotional since Saturday.  We played, it was intense and absolutely needed, I’ll tell you about it.  After we played Daddy left for Texas the next day.  I’ve been distraught and trying to keep it together, trying to be my normal positive self.  Not easy. 

At first I thought it was a bad sub drop.  It would have been the first time that happened for me.  But I don’t think that was it.  It is just the reality of our situation settling in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

Shower Scene

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By the end of the eventful day in the pool, I was slightly tipsy and very horny.  Mr. D leaned into me, kissing me with intensity.  “Want to go upstairs?” I asked.  I wanted him.

He looked around the pool, the other couples were occupied. “Yeah, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs.  We waved to our crew and went up to the room.

Daddy led me to the balcony overlooking the pool.  On the tenth floor, no one could see us unless we were right at the railing. He pushed me down on the chaise lounge and pulled my bikini bottoms off.  His fingers probed me.  He worked them inside me until I was wet and ready.   He mounted me there, outside in the hot, humid air.  I was panting for him after all the teasing. 

After a brief fucking, we got up and went into the room to get more comfortable.  I took the rest of my suit off in the shower to hang it up.  Our shower was an open plan with no door and a glass block wall.  Inside there were two travertine blocks about two feet high that served as shelves.  Daddy joined me in the shower and said, “Bend over, hands on the blocks.” 

“Yes Daddy.” I did as commanded. My hands propped me up on the blocks. My head was against the wall and my ass up in the air.  He gripped my hips and maneuvered himself until his cock pushed up against my pussy.  I widened my stance until my feet were against each wall. It brought me down onto his cock.  He pumped into me while the water sprinkled over us.  I love being taken from behind and this shower served well for that purpose. 

We moved from the shower to the bed.  “Get on your side.” Daddy said.  He pushed one of my legs up into the fetal position and the other down between his legs.  He can slide right into my pussy this way and still have access to my ass.

“I own you.  You’re mine.” His cock slammed home. 

“Yes Daddy!” I said as I felt his thrust hit home.  He lubed his fingers and slid one in my ass.  I moaned loudly.  There was no one to disturb with my cries.  We were away from home and alone in the rooms.  He was relentless with his finger and then multiple fingers in my ass.  He reamed me.  I cried out and panted and held on under the onslaught. 

After a few minutes, Daddy switched our positions and was between my legs fucking me on my back. “I want your ass.  It’s mine and I’m going to take it.”

I knew that would fail miserably right then.  My ass was not ready.  I can tell when it’s a good day for anal and it wasn’t.  My body wasn’t prepared, my mind wasn’t prepared.  Oddly, I didn’t stress about it.  I was immediately resigned, I suppose.  I didn’t give it a thought.  “On your belly.” He said.  

I was on my belly waiting.  Then I realized it had been too long.  He wasn’t making a move.  It was too quiet.  I looked back up to him.  “What’s wrong Daddy?” He gathered me up in his arms.

“It’s not fair to do that to you.  We aren’t prepared and we don’t have the right toys with us.” We snuggled and I felt cradled in his care at the moment. 

“Baby girl, next week on Thursday you will take your plug and lube to work.  You will wait until the afternoon and then will put the plug in your ass.  You will wear it for two hours before you come home. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Then, I will take your ass.”

I was giddy then.  An order, planned preparation, owned and kept for a purpose.  I felt complete. 

Pool Time

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We joined our friends, our lifestyle family, for a trip to Mexico to celebrate El Jefe’s 50th birthday this weekend.  We went to a resort town and rented an amazing penthouse suite with three rooms for the three couples.  The pool at the resort has a swim-up bar.  It is mainly an Adults Only pool.  We love going to that pool bar.  We can spend the afternoon getting tipsy and enjoying the sun. 

Our first full day in Mexico started with breakfast sandwiches in the penthouse then we went into town to shop.  We parked where a smiling fellow ushered our car in. “Come back to me when you are done shopping, I am Jose.  Remember, Jose Cuervo!”  We laughed and went off to check out the shops.

We walked on the boardwalk with all the vendors trying to sell us their wares.  The other restaurant hawkers were also out in abundance trying to lure us into their restaurants like Jose Cuervo had.  We bought drinks from one and had them while shopping. 

Finally, we made our way back to Jose and had a fantastic lunch overlooking the ocean. It was as humid there as in the tropics.  The sultry weather added to the ambiance and the physical aspect of the day.  We drank Pina Coladas and ate ceviche, tacos, fajitas, shrimp and steak. It was decadent.

When we got back to the hotel everyone was ready for a swim. We changed into suits and headed down to the pool.  We brought drinks with us and started with those.  Soon though, we had to order from the bar because it was happy hour for a short time. We had missed most of it already.

Daddy was under strict orders from El Jefe that we were to get his wife Goddess good and tipsy.  For his birthday trip, he wanted her uninhibited and when she is inebriated she is much more her happy, horny, kinky self.  But then, so are most of us, right? Right.

So, Daddy brought me two happy hour drinks while El Jefe brought Goddess hers. “Drink up baby girl.” Daddy said. I was completely stuffed full of that fabulous lunch and had no room but I did as told and downed the first drink while Goddess drank hers.

As I drank, we all talked and carried on in the pool.  Daddy pinned me to the wall of the pool and kissed me with all his depths of passion.  I was weak with the need of him.  His hand rubbed my crotch through my bikini bottoms.  I shuddered and looked up to him with hunger. He pulled aside my bikini and rubbed my clit.  I held onto him tightly.  He was driving me wild with the heat of such contact.  I wanted him badly. 

The rest of the group were right there chatting and bantering away with us and other pool goers.  It was surreal to be overtaken by Daddy’s presence and then to realize, when I returned to my senses, that our whole group was right there talking away like nothing had happened.  Did anyone notice I had suddenly lost my ability to talk?  I suppose not or they knew and just enjoyed his company while he drove me mad in his arms. 

He pushed another drink in my hand, “Drink up, you’re falling behind.” I balked.  I was still so full, there was just no room in me. 

“Yeah, drink up bitch!” Goddess said, very tongue-in-cheek. She wouldn’t actually call me a bitch and mean it seriously.  Goddess, Painted Lady and I can talk like that to each other for the pure fun of it.  Right about then, though, Goddess was also feeling the affects of a pot brownie she had eaten.  She has some serious medical issues that enable her to have them legally.  The combination of that and the drinks made her quite fun, assertive and horny.   I took a sip or two of my drink, enough to appease her and Daddy.

I was praying the food would digest before too long and I could keep up.  I wanted to be in the same place as her and Painted Lady but I just wasn’t there yet.  I was uncomfortably stuffed and feeling pressed to keep up.  I wasn’t drunk at all as a result.  Painted Lady wrapped her arms around Goddess and I and pulled us into the middle of the pool while the men left to smoke cigars.  Cigars take a while so I hoped I’d have myself together by the time they got back. 

Painted Lady and Goddess kept the pressure on though.  Goddess was feeling no pain and wanted company.  Painted Lady was helping her push the alcohol for the fun of it.  “Come on now, you are a whole drink behind, what would Daddy say?” She jibed.  No one but me calls him Daddy usually.  She was working me by using my dynamic against me.  Mr. D treats me as an equal in public and with them.  Our dynamic is more a curiosity than something they actually see in action.  Still, they knew he had given an order.

I took a half hearted sip. “Come on,” Goddess said. “You aren’t even trying.  Daddy said to drink up!” At that point, even in all good fun, I had had about all I wanted of getting pushed to drink. 

“Well, Daddy’s not here right now!” I said, even before I realized I had formed the thought. You know how you can say something in the heat of the moment and even as the words are floating in a thought bubble above your head you want to take them back?  Yeah, it was like that. 

“Oooooo, I’m going to tell him you said that! You are going to be in soooo much trouble!” And even as Goddesss teased and I laughed off her taunts, I felt my heart sink. How had I gotten here to this moment of blatant defiance?  I wasn’t trying to defy Daddy.  I just wanted the pressure off.  

Fortunately, things turned around.  My stomach began to loosen its death grip on the food.  The three of us girls drifted into conversations with other people at the bar and we had great fun talking and laughing. When the men returned they joined us and we talked and played some more.

Goddess wasn’t done with me quite yet.  She was still high and very playful.  She grabbed the strings of my bikini top and pulled.  As I turned away, my breasts popped free of the suit.  I quickly gripped the material to my chest.  What started as a tease ended up being an all out battle in the middle of the pool.  Goddess grabbing any stray bit of bikini to pull the strings free and me trying to escape certain exposure.  

The boys and Painted Lady surrounded us to either protect the melee from being broken up by management, block the view of random onlookers or to be part of the action, I really couldn’t say who played what part.  Daddy ended up saving me and tying my suit back on me. He could see I wasn’t ready for full public exposure against my wishes.  Daddy is truly a protector at the best of times.  I love him for that.

Arrival

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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.  

Can’t Wait

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I’m heading home tomorrow morning. I haven’t seen Daddy in many days and I’m so excited to see him. 

I can’t think about him too much or I’ll start getting sappy sad.  Still a whole state away from Daddy and one more night, ugh.  Soon, very soon.

We will go on vacation together on Wedsnesday.  We are going to have some kinky hotel fun (I hope :D).  We’ll also see our kinky family, yay! 

Come on tomorrow, get here soon.