Lifestyle Characters

As we move around in this lifestyle Mr. D and I have taken on many personae. Purists would shun our behavior, I have no doubt.  

In exploring our interests and one another we’ve each tried on a few different characters. They all fall on our own distinct side of the slash but they each relate to the others differently. Mr. D is and always will be dominant. There is no changing that immutable fact. No matter what persona he dons it is decidedly in the lead.  

I am always and primarily submissive. There is no changing that part of who I am. It is a permanent part of me.  

As we began to explore, Mr. D loved the Daddy/baby girl dynamic. I had never experienced it before. I understood it and was willing to try. I knew a baby girl was submissive so felt I could take this on. Fast forward a few years and I truly enjoy being a baby girl. 

The Daddy role suits Mr. D perfectly. He is always watchful and taking care of me. Even when he’s the one to hurt me he’s the first to make sure I’m okay. Even when we have plain vanilla sex he makes sure I’m ok afterwards.  I love being his baby girl.  I love how he considers me in all he does, how he plans ahead, and how me protects me. It took putting me into a vulnerable baby girl mindset to open me as deeply as he has. I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone with my heart and my body. 

As we have grown in our dynamic Mr. D has asked me about the desires in my submissive heart. I’ve told him of my secret dream of being slave or kajira. I crave the intensity and the full immersion of that role. Something about me wants the ultimate test. I want to be his prized possession, his greatest asset. I want to be owned by him. I ache to serve and relinquish all of myself to him. It is not easy. In fact it can be very hard and for some reason I crave that. The more stern he is and the more demanding, the faster I slip into subspace. Why? We’ve explored that too. No matter the why, the reason it works is because it is a release and a challenge for me. In those moments of deep service all else disappears, all that remains is his desire. That pinpoint of darkness, that razor’s edge of focus is my happy place. In those moments I feel like we merge into one whole.

Before I left home on Friday to come see him, Mr. D texted me that Stern Master would be taking control this visit. He told me to be ready. He said he had been too lenient for far too long. “Be ready,” his text said. I knew what that meant. Daddy would be put away and a more rigid and controlling personality would take his place. Stern Master doesn’t let me get away with anything. He wants and he takes. He does not protect as Daddy does, he expects service and expects it with no excuses. 

Is this Mr. D’s natural personality? Yes and no. It is not the primary one. His primary is Daddy. In his most relaxed and most comfortable, he is Daddy. When his darkness takes over, he is Master. Does this mean Master is any less him? No. Less comfortable perhaps but no less him. 

My baby girl, submissive, slave, slut and whore all serve him. No matter the name, no matter the inflection of voice, when he calls, I answer. When he commands, I obey. 

Daddy’s Home

Good morning.  I missed posting last night.  With Daddy returning home and the election, I was distracted from writing.  

So happy Daddy is home!  We had dinner together and listened to my son lose his mind over his first election.  It was entertaining to say the least.  This has been the first time he’s been aware and involved in the whole process.  It was telling to hear how his uneducated focus was filled with the rhetoric of the internet.  I have worked to be his voice of reason by filling in the details of how government in the US works.  We’ve been working on an essay about George Washington’s presidential qualities at the same time.  Hopefully, some of our talks sink into his maturing psyche to offset all the hype and drama out there. A mother can only hope. 

Daddy is sick so I didn’t expect we’d have sex but true to our dynamic we did.  We seem to plough through whatever adversity with our sexual attraction to each other leading the way.  Yay. 

God, I needed him.  His touch and our connection light me on fire and warm me through and through.  No matter if it is a full blown scene or simply perfunctory before bed vanilla sex, I need him and it sates my ache.  

So, hopefully this fills my quota for last night’s talk and I will talk to you again tonight.  Love and hugs.  No matter if you are pleased with the election or think the cart is now off the rails, the kinky world will go on.  

Big fluffy booby hugs my people. 😘

Can’t Wait

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.

Welcome Home

Our first night in our new home together was crazy busy and full of family.  My family was out from another state and all staying at my place.  We were set to move Mr. D’s belongings in the next day but today we were all enjoying family time.  The boys golfed and the girls had all the kids at the pool for the day. When everyone returned we had a barbecue.  It was fun, food and laughter all day. Finally all the family got on the road and we were left alone in our new home together.  Our place from now on.  Daddy would spend all his future days with me.  I felt so happy and yet so tired from the day.  

We got into our bed and both breathed a sigh of relief.  Finally, we could relax.  I didn’t expect sex that night, we were both exhausted.  We talked and snuggled.  At some point Daddy started playing with my nipple.  I felt a zing of electricity immediately from my nipple directly to my clit.  Suddenly, I wanted him and badly.  His mouth replaced his hand and began to suck my tiny rosette.  His fingers were caressing my chest and my belly, it was so tantalizing.  He sent chills all over my body with that feather touch.  

He moved between my legs and told me,”Spread her open.” As I held my sex open he did something new.  To follow the feather light touches on my skin he used feathery traces with his tongue on my sex.  Very soon I was close to exploding. I was panting and moaning, I couldn’t help myself.  This sensation he created inside me was fervent and undeniable.  

He climbed up my body like a mountaineer.  His lips wet with my juices, he kissed me with all his raw naked need.  I shared my own passion in that kiss.  Vulnerable and laid bare before him, I gave him all my desperate hunger in that kiss. 

“You are my dirty whore, aren’t you?”  I nodded and held onto him as his words sent sizzling fire through me.  Yes, I was his whore. I’d be anything and everything for him.

His cock was poised at my slit.  It absolutely twists me when he hesitates.  My breath caught in my throat with the waiting.  Then he thrust deep and buried himself inside me.  It was a joining like no other.  He fills me perfectly so that  we are one.  

As he began to fuck me he put his hand on my neck.  His grip is so strong, he has me completely in his control.  My eyes glaze over and I drift away into a place where he is my center.  His grip on me, his control over me are my world.  All I could sense and feel was his iron grip taking my air and his iron cock pummeling my soft wet pussy. 

His raspy voice full of power filled my ears.  “You are mine whore. Your sex is mine.  Your breath is mine.  You belong to me! You are mine forever now.”

He picked up the speed but let a little air back into my lungs at the same time.  He continued but in a voice full of admission, “And I am yours. I belong to you.”  His body stiffened and he came hard, thrusting his cock and his seed deep inside me.  As he slowed his hand released my neck and his throaty whisper touched me, “Welcome home baby girl.”

Mr. D’s telling.

Words

Mr. D has a gift with words. In the heat of the moment, in the darkness of his control, in the hot sticky motions of our rutting, he is my Shakespeare. Every time I write, I spend time and do all I may to make my language match the intensity of our trysts. I work my paltry words on the page to give you the mental images and the depths of emotions I feel in those private moments. But each time I write, I know I’m not doing him justice. His evocative words in those heated times are so raw and so beautiful. They touch me in a way I’ve never experienced.

Something about this man, my Daddy, is so deep and so eloquent. He puts words to our connection. He puts my words on screen to shame. I felt that I needed to say this today. No matter if I’ve written just after our joining or weeks later, I’ll never capture the fullness of his gift. His touch, his love, his protection, his heat, his grittiness and his words all combine in a man I’m addicted to entirely. He is my drug. He is my equal and yet I kneel to him for he is always and wholly worthy of my worship.

Beauty

My Daddy makes me so proud to be his.  I love his words and his pride in me.  I always want to make him proud of me and happy that I’m in his life. 

‘Beauty’

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Moving In

Mr. D and I are moving in together.  He is packing up his place and I am cleaning out everything I don’t absolutely need.  I’m excited, nervous, and completely relaxed about it all at once.  Excited to have him with me all the time.  Nervous about my son getting used to sharing me and having Mr. D in the house. And completely relaxed because I know Daddy and I blend well together.  That part is no problem at all.  

So, as usual, I’ll take this one day at a time and one moment at a time. How am I going to keep my hands off Mr. D during family time?  How are we going to have our normal, rather noisy, variety of sex with a teenager in the next room?  Will we be able to have vanilla family time then switch gears to BDSM easily or not? Where are we gong to hide all the kinky toys and what do I tell my son the spanking bench is for?  Oh yes, this will definitely be interesting.  Not dull by any means.