Wallowing

I have a couple favorite images I've evoked before to describe how I feel with Daddy. Touching him, being fucked by him, immersing myself in the experience of being with him are such hedonistic thrills for me.

When he dominates me and pulls me down into the raw sexual pleasure of our connection I'm like a hog rolling in slop. I want the smell of him on me. I want to rut and grunt while he takes all my body offers him. When we're done I feel sated and languorous in much the same way the hog would feel after a full trough of vittles.

When I've come down from sex with him I'm in a different world. Whether I found subspace or not I've been transported. Every nerve ending is awake. His grazing touch on my skin sends ripples of goose flesh across the canvas of my body.

I am also a shark feeding on chum. I swim through the blood and gore rolling in it to coat myself in the scent. I thrash and eviscerate all control I had to act as a lady. I debase myself in whatever sinful way he desires.

All these are meager ways to describe the feelings and sensations that blanket my body and soul when we connect. Our chemistry is like nothing I've ever experienced before.

Forced Orgasm

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.

Tasks and Torment

I served my Master.  I used a frozen phallus and fucked myself for his pleasure.  I applied a vibrator as commanded.  I touched myself and came hard, so hard. 

His command wrapped itself about me.  His heat pumped my blood. God, how I needed to feel his control.  It felt like the heatwaves of summer in the darkest frigid winter. 

I am alive with electric need.  I am his whore awaiting his every wicked intention.  I will debase myself for the scraps of his attention. 

He leaves me tonight with an ultimatum.  Call to mind his engorged cock.  Feel it filling my mouth, smooth and hard.  Know of it stretching my pussy wide as his fingers invade my ass. Draw a ragged breath as his teeth graze upon my nipples and mar my neck.  

How can I not?  To see the words is to evoke the fire of transfiguration.  The moment they left his thought I was marked by them. 

My pussy twitches and burns with the girth of him. My mouth salivates as my tongue traces the velvet marble of his cock, the molten alabaster of its relentless head forcing my throat past any humiliating reflex.  

I am but his vessel, his marionette. I may not touch, he says.  Of course…I do not control the strings.  My fingers are held in abeyance.  Though my cunt contracts and my nipples cut glass. 

My body is upon the altar to be sacrificed at his whim.  I am nothing but his instrument.  My only fervent wish is to be played. 

Kneeling

I kneel to him to honor my Master and his control of me.  I am here next to my bed.  My knees burning.  It has been a long hiatus and my body is rebelling.  It is my just punishment.  

My Master deserves so much more than I currently give him.  He is caring and honorable. He is thoughtful of others and keeps a whole list of found-family as part of his care circle. 

It is my wish to serve him in every way, every day.  So, today I kneel.  I picture him in front of me.  His fingers pushing my chin up so my gaze is captured in his.  His hot breath soon on my neck.  His words, oh my god, his words etching carnal sin on my soul.

Today, I kneel, to honor but also to feel him.  To know that I am wholly his chattel, his girl, his slave. That I will do as he commands, that I will choose subjugation, that I will debase myself, and that I will be as dirty as he commands.  All of this, I do for him. 

Worship

We watched a movie and had lunch.  The apartment had every amenity except a couch.  I was using Daddy’s big chair.  The legs had broken in the move so it was quite a bit lower to the floor but still comfy.  He was sitting in a camping chair next to me.  A very nice camping chair but still not ideal. The dining room table sans legs was propped on a box and made a serviceable coffee table. I told him I loved that set up so much I wanted to permanently cut the legs shorter.

I took our dishes to the kitchen and when I returned he pointed to the floor in front of him.  I sank gracefully to my knees.  I put my arms around his waist and held him for a moment.  

I looked up to him knowing I was here at his feet at his beckoning. “I’m going to answer a few work emails but first you’re going to suck my cock.” I smiled as he pulled down the front of his pants. 

“Do you want to suck my cock slut?” 

“Yes Daddy, I love sucking your cock.”  I do.  There is something so incredible about him allowing me to touch his most sacred part. I want every time I pleasure him to be as amazing as I can make it.  

Sure, I could be crass and say, all men want you to suck their cock.  What’s so amazing?  But why be like that?  It serves no one.  I love to give him pleasure.  I love to have a goal and a challenge.  My challenge is to make every flick of the tongue cause a reaction, every deep throat push deeper, every tongue caress hit the sweet spot.  Otherwise, why bother?  Giving my Dominant pleasure is an honor so I treat it as one.

I was languishing in the feel of him on my tongue.  I was tasting the cleanliness of him.  Aching for a drop of his seed to taste.  This wasn’t a blowjob with a direction.  We were both sated.  This was cock worship.  I could blissfully take my time. 

“Hm, you’re so clean.” I said with a little something in my voice.

“Too clean for my slut?  You want that man musk, do ya?”  He knows me.  I smiled with cock in my mouth and pulled out to answer.

“Well, yeah.  I love me some man musk.  Mm hmm.”  I licked him and chuckled.  I refocused on my task.  I love the girth of him, his cock pushing down my throat, stopping my breath, sucking and working my mouth on him.  

Damn, I was getting turned on. I felt the banter fall away and the heat overtake me.  I looked up to him with a mouthful of cock, eyes glazed with passion. I was struck by the intensity of his steely blue stare.  He was watching me and now he had me captive.  My heart jumped in my chest.  

He pulled me up and kissed me.  The fire between us blazed hot and fierce.  I became nothing more than a cinder in his embrace.  Our kissing drugged me.  I fell into a love-induced trance.  His lips trailed down my chin. He gripped my hair pulling my head back to expose my neck. His lips and teeth blazed a line down my throat. I whimpered and tried to pull away. “Stay.” He said, halting my escape. I trust him but the instinct for survival is undeniably animalistic. The fear rolls over me and I become prey.

His lips at my throat, locked together in mutual torment, he said,”Amazing. You are incredible. Three years later and you still have me rock hard and on fire for you.” His teeth dug into my throat.  
“Daddy…” I entreated. My pussy was throbbing and yet I was about to hyperventilate with fear.  “I want you.”  

“Come with me.” He stood and pulled me to my feet.  I thought we were headed to the bedroom but he led me to the other room.  He opened the door.  It was empty and cold except for the spanking bench  in the middle.

“You are mine. My prize. Present yourself.” He said.  I pulled off my pants and mounted the bench.  I knew what was coming.  All his toys remained packed in the other room.   One hand went to my neck the other my ass.  Gripping the hair at my nape, he spanked my ass twice…then four times in quick succession.  It was hard, it was fast.  The pace matched our pheromone fueled heartbeats.

His fingers pushed into my sex.  God, I wanted him.   The more he spanked me, the more I would do anything to have him.  Damn, I had missed him.   After warming my ass and my pussy he propelled me to the bedroom for a sound fucking. 

Reconnect

I saw him walking towards me at the airport.  In a sea of people, I saw him.  Mine.  I kissed him.  I missed him so much.  

I wasn’t dressed for him as I’d wanted to be.  My plane was an hour late and arrived only minutes before his.  I had planned to change and get dolled up for him.  Here I was, in jeans and a sweater, looking rather unsexy and feeling bashful for it. 

We took a long walk to his car and caught up along the way.  We stopped for dinner on the way home. Then I finally got to see our home away from home, a two bedroom apartment.  It is nice and set up with his office in the living room, bedroom, bathrooms and kitchen.  The basics.  The extra bedroom has nothing in it but the spanking bench. More on that later. 

He told me to get comfortable and stay warm so I changed into pajamas.  He returned from the bathroom naked.  “Get up.” He said.  I rose from the bed and stood  before him.  “Kneel.” I knelt at his feet, my breath catching in my throat. It had been so long, I felt so happy finally.  My hands behind my back, my eyes lowered as he clasped me to his body.  My chin on his chest, his arms around me.  I was home, I was safe, I was his. 

My breath caught in my throat as I let out a long sigh.  Homecoming. “That’s right.” He said, “You’re here now. You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours Daddy.”  He kissed me hard and with passion. His iron grip around my neck.  I was possessed, I was claimed. 

“That’s right. Now suck.” He pulled back from me and his hard cock pushed towards my mouth. 

I opened and took his cock gently into my mouth.  I tasted him, I savored the taste and feel of his silken sheethed hardness.  He was so thick, filling my mouth fully.  I opened more and sucked him into the back of my throat.  He held the back of my head and thrust deep.  I love when he does that. 

“On the bed.” I rose and climbed on the bed laying on my back. “That’s right.” He pulled me close to him at the edge of the bed and plunged his face between my legs. His tongue invaded my sex.  His lips sucked in my clit so his tongue could assault it.  It was so fast, so shocking after so long away.  I convulsed on the bed, the intensity was startling. He strummed my clit with his tongue until it was throbbing and I was bucking against him.  

He mounted me finally.  I was hungry for his cock.  I wanted it in me already!  He pushed in with aching slowness.  Just the tip, savoring the feeling.  “Ooo that’s nice.” He said.  He pushed in again  deeper.  “Yes, nice.” Inch by inch he pushed in until he was buried to the hilt.  So good.   He filled me, he pumped me, he gave it all to me.  

So, so good. I’m home. 

Four And Two

      Four days since I last wrote, two days until I see Daddy!  Woo!
      Getting on a plane, packing some essentials. Daddy says it’s brrr cold there so I have to pack ALL the things.  I told him he is my warmth.  I plan on being glued to that man for four days solid.   Mmmm

      I need to button up some things here before I go.  Like, when’s the last time I shaved?  Okay, I’m not a Shar-Pei but it’s been a few days.  I need to pack and make sure the house is ready for when we return. 

      I have zero energy at the moment. I get home from work and I’m fighting sleep the whole evening.  It really sucks for getting anything productive done.  Not sure what that’s all about.  I had steak twice to get my iron up.  No idea. 

      I’m snuggled up in bed and it’s so cold I don’t want to get up yet.  The cat is even under the covers it’s so cold.

      Okay, time to get on with the day.  Hugs Kinky Peeps.