Category: Domination

Anticipation

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I was shaved and had my face done up. I was naked and lying on the bed. I heard him come through the door and head upstairs. He didn’t greet the dog, he didn’t bring in his luggage. Nothing. He came up the stairs and surveyed what he had waiting for him on the bed.

I had debated having the fan on or not. I didn’t care if I was cold for myself but I didn’t want him touching me and feeling a cold body. We had had what we call cadaver sex before. I had been in an unheated pool for so long that, as we fucked, he got colder and colder. Apparently, my core temperature had come down significantly such that even sex didn’t warm up my insides.

So, none of that this time. He came in and pushed my legs apart. He wanted a taste. I had been playing with myself as commanded. I had thought of a fantasy that had been working for me lately. He makes another man fuck me while he watches. He tells me what a bad slut I’ve been and my punishment is being fucked for his pleasure by whomever he wants. Then he has a really hot girl come in and suck his cock while he watches. It twists me up in several ways. One, he’s displeased so he’s loaned me out to someone I don’t know and two, he’s getting someone else to do what I love doing for him. Regardless of the lack of reality, it gets me off.

He dove into my sex and made me squirm in the best way. I was already aching for him by then. I hadn’t seen him in a week. I was in Sula position which means legs open and palms up by my side on the bed. I wasn’t allowed to move my hands. He knows how that kills me not to touch him.

I had my collar on. I hadn’t worn it in so long it took me looking in all the drawers and rooms to find it. I was happy to have it on again. I was thrilled to have orders, to be doing as he asked.

After he about drove me mad with his mouth in between my legs he got up and said, “Hang your head off the bed slut.” Yes! I thought to myself, he was going to fuck my face. God, I love that. He pushes into my mouth and before I’ve had time to wet my lips he’s most of the way inside. He pulls out and I do whatever I can to get wetness to my bottom lip. This isn’t easy with a huge cock in my mouth by I have to do it. Otherwise, we’re liable to hurt his cock or my lips. In again he pushes and fills my mouth and throat in one full swift motion. The angle with my head hung over the bed is perfect. He can get all the way into my throat, buried to the hilt.

After gagging me several times with his cock, he pulls out and tells me to get in the middle of the bed. He mounts me and begins to fuck me. “What are you?” He asks. I try not to think and simply answer.

“I’m your slut. Your girl. Your wife.”

“Whose are you?” He asks.

“I’m yours!” I say. He thrusts hard. Pushing my legs up to my chest. He fucks me deep and hard filling me with his seed.

Yes, yes, yes!

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Daddy is home soon, very soon. He texted from the airport:

I want you in a visceral way. To devour you. I need to see the panic in your eyes as I grip your throat and slam my cock into you. To leave marks on your flesh and your soul. I have a need upon me and I want you.

Here is what you will do. You will shower and shave preparing for my inspection. You will prepare me a drink and a water and place them by the bed. You will put on make-up for Master and then don your collar. When I arrive you will be on your back in the middle of my bed in the Sula position. You will install the butt plug and play with your sex. You may NOT come. You will be ready for me.

When I arrive you will not say a word. Your hands will be placed palms up on the bed and remain there. I will do as I wish.

Master is coming home.

Holy crap! Life is good! Master is coming home, Master is here!

I’m waiting in bed, time to do as I was told. I’ll fill you in later.

Whoop! Yes!

Good Morning

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So, what to write while we’re living the Vanilla Life? I’ve been thinking about writing about lifestyle things like Sub vs Slave or What’s the Difference Between a Good 1950’s Wife and a Submissive?

I’m over this not-writing thing. I miss writing. I miss a lot but writing is essential to my being and I haven’t been doing it. I need the outlet. So, I’ll wing it until something good comes along. I’ve been keeping up with my no-porn masturbation.

I had the strangest fantasy the other night while masturbating. Mr. D ordered me to strip in front of some friends. This part had actually happened. That was the real life anchor. After that I strayed into fantasy as the girls in the scene tweaked and played with my nipples until I came for Daddy. I love, love, love nipple play. But with two women I am not attracted to? I guess it was a take back to a time Daddy made me feel intensely submissive. It also helped that there was some exhibition involved.

So, that’s it for now. A short bit sweet hello. Talk with you soon, I hope!

Two Times a Slave

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We finally had alone time. The kid was gone, the roommate downstairs. I didn’t care what she heard, fuck it. I wanted us, I wanted him.

I don’t remember the beginning, because as Daddy says, I don’t write anymore. This happened days ago and the details fade. But I do remember the orgasms. I remember he took he and made me his again. I remember the heat, the pain and the joining.

He used the damned Hitachi on me. It vibrates and overcomes whatever blocks or distractions my mind throws in front of it. His fingers pumped inside me while the vibrations took me away. It was such a shuddering and strong orgasm. Daddy was pleased.

After he fucked me, we were lying on the bed catching our breath. I don’t recall what started it but he began teasing me again. Then he started the Hitachi again. No, not again!, I thought. But yes, he wanted it and he was going to have it. “What, don’t you want more?” He taunted.

“No, Daddy, no.”

“Daddy’s not here now.” When he is in command of me I know he is Master.

“Master, yes Master.”

“That’s better.” The vibration was turning the tide.

“What are you?” He asked.

“Your slave. Your wife.”

“That’s right, good slave.” He pushed the Hitachi into me harder.

“No, Daddy please!” I squirmed away from it.

“Daddy’s not here. You’re having a problem remembering who I am. I’ve neglected your training.”

“No Master.” It was my fault, not his. But I couldn’t argue, that was not my place and yet how could my error be his? My mind was twisting and the predicament was spinning me. The vibrations continued.

“You’re telling me no?” He wheedled.

“No Daddy. Please Daddy…Master.” Oh I was so jumbled. I stopped talking, it was getting me nowhere fast.

“Ok then…” He pulled the vibe off and I sighed in relief until he put it right back on at the higher speed. “Since you want this over with, this will get it done that much faster.” I heard the evil twinkle in his eyes rather than saw it. The vibrations took me right back into the fray. I was surprised. My traitor of a body was doing exactly what he wanted. Soon I shook with another orgasm.

“You didn’t want to do it but I made you anyway. I am proud of you though, you haven’t given me two orgasms in a long time.” He straddled me and pushed his cock inside me. “You said Daddy when you should have said Master. Now count for me slave.” His hand was poised over my breast. Oh, this was going to hurt.

The first stinging strike to my nipple went straight through my body. It hurt so much. “One Daddy.” I tried to hold it together. I wanted to get away from the pain. He slapped the other nipple. “Two Daddy!” I squirmed and he thrust into me. God, if he would just keep fucking me and stop the strikes I would be in heaven. Another strike. “Three Daddy.” Nipple torture is nothing like anything else. There’s no soft start or warm up, the pain is immediate.

He kept striking and I kept counting. God, I hoped it would stop soon. I’m sure I was gushing around his cock…again with the damned traitorous body, but I wanted the pain to end. “Nine Daddy!” Ten followed quickly after and then he thrust hard and fast until he came deep inside me.

God, I needed that.

Why?

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Why is it when I’ve had a trying day that I want Him? I want him to hold me and love me. Also, though, I want him to beat me. I want the pain to bloom across my ass. I want the rushing heat to banish any other thought. I want the world beyond his reach to cease. I want to feel and live for only him.

That is what I want.

Merry Christmas to Me

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A post from Daddy:

Home, Honey-dos, new house, Holidays, kid, and roommate….  Doesn’t make for many opportunities to demand Service.  Last night My Slut and I had alone time for the first time in a very long time.  We worked long and hard on the house preparing for company and the Holidays and after said day we turned in.   She massaged my legs with lotion, I asked her if she wanted a spanking and she said she always wanted a spanking.

I told her to remove her pants and lay face down on the bed.   I laid across her legs at the knees and massaged her ample ass.   Warming to my touch I kissed it and started to lightly tap her bum.  Rapid tapping ensued though not hard.  Still warming and alternatively rubbing to excite the flesh.  Her ass was glowing warm and I slapped her ass and rubbed away the sting.  Over and Over and Over I slapped and rubbed, eliciting gasps and moans equally.  I was as mesmerized by the gasps as her moans.  My cock was hard and dripping pre-come.    I used my fingertips to circle and trace the curves of her ass and dug my fingers into her back.

I spanked her – needing her gasps and squeals as she hugged the pillows.  I was not gentle but was not completely unkind in my ministrations.  Her ass stung and she squirmed.  I wanted her.  I always want her but I needed her.  I pulled my palm paddle and told her to count.  One Daddy, the sting was intense.  Two Daddy, face in the pillow.  Three Daddy, I could her hear tears.  Four Daddy, Eight Daddy, and Ten Daddy and I heard her relief just before I gave the Eleventh…   On it went.  She held it together but barely and when I gave her number twenty she was putty.   I shook off the paddle and caressed her with my fingertips.  Then rubbed her ass vigorously.

I shifted and demanded she open her legs.  Lift your ass I commanded and she did.  I spit on her puckered chocolate star and buried my face and tongue in her ass.  She was bucking.  I slid a finger in her sex and my tongue in her ass.  She begged for me to fuck her.

Roll over I said and I tongued her clit.  Licking it hard and in long strokes followed by tender touches and the tip of my tongue.  I could not wait another second and I slammed my cock into her!   She cooed.  Her eyes were in the back of her head and I was slowly pulling from the depths of her sex as her hands pulled at me to pound her again.  I slowly took what was rightfully mine and dared her to challenge me.  Our eyes met and we were one.  Not in some corny BS way – we were in the moment and all I ever wanted was in her eyes.

We rutted again and it was hard and animalistic and I quickly filled her with my come.  I was sated; wrapped in her embrace and basking – I was finally home.  Truly home with my Baby Girl, My Slut, and My Muse.  Merry Christmas to me.

Time Begins Again

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It’s like I’ve been in a coma. I’ve been submerged in Vanilla life. Moving, parenting, more moving, unpacking, cleaning, feeding people, walking dogs, all that BS.

Mr. D has been home two nights since moving back from Texas. Both nights I’ve been sore and exhausted. My body is beat up from moving and boxes. But I still wanted him. The first one we fucked. Short and sweet but a reconnection. Then he was gone the weekend.

Last night again, tired and sore but needy. I was need for him.

“What do you want slut?” He asked.

“I want Daddy to fuck me.” I replied.

“How do you ask?” He asked.

“Please fuck me Daddy.” Simple and direct.

“Hands flat on the bed.” I complied. God, how my heart sang with that command.

Except. I had to oust the dog from the bed. Then I couldn’t move without pain so used my hands as leverage and grabbed one of his in error.

“What did I say?” Crap, I had disobeyed.

“To keep my hands on the bed.” No use justifying my actions. I disobeyed.

“Use those hands to present your breasts.” I held them together for him high and tight.

“Count.” Damn, he really means it and he knows the counting adds another element.

Ten strikes altogether. Five on each breast. The pain, the fucking, in tandem. God, I was in heaven.

Pain that wasn’t my rebellious body. Pain for us, pain for Him. Fuck, I was finally home. Time begins again.

Forced Orgasm

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Last month, when we were together at his place, he pushed me further than he had pushed me in a long time.

That weekend he made me cum four different times. This last one was harsh. He used his Hitachi full force on my clit. Prior to that we had played and played and played. My body was a finely tuned instrument by then. I quickly approached the edge but as typically happens for me, I plateaued.

I rush up to the edge of orgasm, everything fine and then a lull happens and my mind begins to work on me. I want this. I want to cum for him. Cum for Daddy. Don't fail him. You're failing him. Then it's a bloody damned miracle if I cum.

This time though his voice and his words took me out of it. "I'm going to teach you slut. You'll cum for me. Then I'll tie you up with that wand on your clit. You won't be able to escape. I'll go get something to eat and you'll be here with that vibe working you for hours. You can scream and cry and squirm but you'll cum for me over and over."

The thought of him torturing me like that sent me right over the edge. I came hard. I bucked and shook and cried out just like he said I would. Yet still he kept the vibrator pressed hard against my clit and I couldn't take it. The feeling of it pressed against my hypersensitive clit as I came made me lose my shit.

"Please Daddy, no!! Please stop! No Daddy, no more…please no more!" He kept it pressed on my spasming clit and the pain of it made me gasp and cry. Many women can't have their sex touched right after an orgasm, apparently I'm one.

He finally took the vibrator off my clit and my body, which had been clenched in a position completely raised off the bed, could let go. I collapsed and rolled into a ball.

I was so relieved he took the machine off my poor clit. My body kept spasming as I came down from that intense orgasm. I felt languorous and so relaxed. He came up on the bed and curled around me asking me if I was ok. I love where he takes me.

Lick it

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Daddy made me hang my head off the end of the bed. I knew what that meant. I would be face fucked. We had a full weekend of play and Daddy was diving deeper and deeper into his Masterhood.

He had forced his cock down my throat on the couch with some success and some choking. In the upright position he hits my throat and plugs it completely making me gag unless I'm clearly focused on relaxing for him. He held me on his cock several times where I panicked and came up gasping for air.

Now though, I had my head hung off the side of the bed and he mounted my face. In this position it's a straight shot through my mouth down my throat. There is no curve to hinder his entry. He slides right in. He let me quickly moisten his whole length then he fucked my mouth fast and hard.

I was lulled by his talk and the deeply submissive state he had me in. I was calm, I was his slut toy, his chattel. I was his human flesh light. He fucked my face until my lips and cheeks were glistening with spit. My eyes closed and I was in a world of his making.

He fucked my mouth and throat with pure dominant ferocity. He would push all the way into my throat and plug any avenue I had to breathe. He'd grunt and hold himself there until the desperation to breathe would build and blossom in my lungs. They would ache to explode the used air out of my mouth. I'd tap his leg in a weak attempt to obey nature. Finally he pulled out and I'd gasp.

All the while he talked. His words lured me along in the dark under the trance of his dominance. "Take it slave. You are mine to fuck as I will. My fuck toy. My little cum whore, you're going to take my cum and like it, aren't you?" Questions I couldn't answer. He would answer them for me with a deeper thrust urging a gagging response.

He pulled out of my throat and turned. He pushed his ass in my glistening face. "Lick it whore. Lick my ass. You know you want it. Lick it!" He bent over and his asshole pushed down on me. I licked it, I was eager for it. His ass cheeks pushed down on my cheeks and my face was mashed up in his crack. I licked his puckered asshole for the heady submissive thrill of it. He commanded and I obeyed. I licked and sucked and heard him groan. God, I was in ecstasy with it. I loved that he did not flinch in demanding the dirty things he wanted from me.

I loved every moment of him taking what he wanted without apology or hesitation. I am his fuck toy. I am owned and used. My fantasy has come to life.

Sting

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I mounted the spanking bench completely naked. He put a blanket over my calves and feet. It protects my feet from errant strikes and gives me some warmth somewhere. The rest of me is exposed and available to his whim.

His hand caressed my ass and back as he contemplated what to do to me. He told me I was his plaything, his toy. “Yes Daddy.” I said. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck firmly.

“Daddy’s not here now. It is only Master. There is no protection here for you now. Do you understand slut?” 

“Yes D..d..Master.” He has ingrained in me that he is Daddy. He cares for me and protects me. But when we evoke the darkness he quashes Daddy purposefully so that Master may step to the fore. 

I knew then that this would not be a soft and gentle flogging.  It would be harsh. I braced myself. Usually he warms my body and skin with gentler, lighter taps. Not so today. From the beginning to the end it was all sting. 

He used a vicious little red hand shaped crop then a leather crop on my ass.  He has several but one in particular has more sting than the rest. Each swat was a harsh bite into my tender ass. “You know what this is slut?” He asked. I shook my head. He walked around to my face. I lifted up and pushed my hair aside.  He held the crop to my lips. “Open.” He put the loop in my mouth and I bit down on it.  “That’s right, you know this.”

He returned to striking my ass but harder and with more intensity.  I tried not to squirm. I failed miserably but I tried.  So much sting! My ass was on fire. 

“Don’t you like what I have to give you? What are you?” He had been talking the whole time. But what had he been saying? The sting was overwhelming.  I had heard but his voice was so distant. 

“I’m yours Daddy. Master! I’m yours Master.” Damn, I’m failing at this, I thought. 

“Yes, you are mine. You have no choice in that. But WHAT are you?” He struck again and again then waited for a response.

“Your slave! I’m your slave, Master.” I said.

“There, see, was that so hard? I should whip your sensitive thighs for making me wait for an answer.” He switched to the leather slapper he made.  It is a short piece of leather doubled over on itself and sewn into an implement about 12 inches long with a handle.  It carries quite a sting and can be wielded precisely. 


He slapped my ass with it and the sting went deeper and spread out much further than the crop had.  “No squriming.” Then he worked his way down my thighs. Oh my god, the sting on my thighs bloomed and I cried out. It was tenfold the level of sting on my ass.  From the crease down I was soon smoldering with pain. 

As I cried out and squirmed he said, “You remember your words don’t you?” I knew he meant my safe words.

“Yes, I know them Master!” As much as the sting was lighting me up I did not want to use my words.  I can’t remember if I have ever used them. Maybe once, maybe never. They are there but I don’t want to use them. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to worry the Daddy in him. And as much as the pain was setting me on fire, I didn’t want this to end. 

Finally, he stopped hitting my thighs. They were throbbing still. He came around and pushed his cock into my face. “See what this does to me? See what you do to me?” His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Open your mouth slave.” I reached my hand up to move my hair. With my head down it covered my face in a blanket of blonde. “I didn’t say move your hair!” He pushed his cock and a mouthful of hair into my face. Cum dripped into my hair as I tried to obey. 

He pulled back and went back around behind me again. “Now slave, it is time for you to count. You know your words. That is the only way this will stop.”  He took his buffalo flogger, which is the heaviest one he owns. It hits you full force like a fist. The weight of it is significant. 

He began. He gave no mercy. It was full intensity from the beginning. “One Master!” I cried. Then again, “Two! Master. ” My whole body rocked forward with each strike. “Three! Master.” I went limp and held onto the bench with my hands. I didn’t want to flinch. I didn’t want to run. “Four, Master.”

On he continued at full force. Usually, he strikes in a rhythm. One, two, three, four. Two to each side then rest or some such rhythm where he breaks when he inherently knows I’m reaching a limit.  He’s so intuitive to where I am mentally.  This time, there was no break. The higher I counted the faster he got and soon I couldn’t count.  I tried.  I failed. 

I agonized until I realized he would not stop. There would be no break.  He would break me first. The pain was incredible. I took it and took it and still he did not stop. My mind was in turmoil.  Make it stop! You can stop it! He said use your words. Oh god no. Daddy will stop it. 

But there was no time to think. The pain was mounting.  He had planted the seed. Use your words. “Yellow!” I said. Then I sobbed as he immediately stopped. “Yellow Master, yellow.” It had stopped but I hadn’t.  He made sure I was okay to stand then he led me to the bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I was bewildered. I had used my safe word. One of them.  Yellow is to pause, Red is full stop. 

He moved about the room then laid beside me on the bed. “I used my safe word.” He nodded.  

“I meant for you to use it.” He held me and made sure I was coming down safely.

“I said yellow but we stopped.” I was confused.  Why had we stopped?  Granted, I was deep in a submissive place and still reeling from the pain and endorphins. 

“Daddy’s prerogative.” He held me and asked if I was okay. I thought he’d want sex then but he just held me until I returned.