Do You Want a Beating?

Daddy and I were home alone on a weekend.  He was leaving on a plane the next day and the separation loomed in front of us.

I told him I wanted to get drunk and massage him.  He was amenable to the idea.  Not that I need to be drunk to give a massage.  I always love touching him.  But there is a place I can slip into with just a slight buzz.  A physical, sexual place where I can close my eyes and just feel.  It is somethig akin to subspace, a different level of consciousness. 

We had a drink and Daddy was smoking a cigar.  We were out on our patio enjoying each other.  I felt too far from him sitting in the other chair and took the cushion from mine, putting it between his knees on the concrete. I knelt before him and wrapped my arms around his belly.  My safe place.  My rightful place in this world, at his feet.

I felt so many emotions there close to him.  I felt love and heat.  I felt the fear of losing him in this move.  I felt submissive and I wanted to have his cock in my mouth.  All these desires and feelings and fear fought to overwhelm me.  Yet I looked up to him when beckoned. 

“Mine.” He said.  Claiming what is his.  

“Yes Daddy, yours.” I smiled with the heat of my love apparent.  

 “What do you want baby girl?” 

“May I suck your cock Daddy?” I needed him.

“Yes, you may but first I want you to go put in the medium plug.” I nodded and rose from my position.  I went to our bathroom and applied lube to the medium anal plug.  I knelt at the sink and inserted it slowly.  I felt it stretch me wide then it was in.

I returned to Daddy and knelt again at his feet. He pulled down his shorts as I knelt further down.  I rolled my tongue around his already growing girth. That’s what I love, what I needed.  I lost myself in the taste, the smell, the texture of him in my mouth. I pulled him all the way into the back of my throat.  I sucked him until I gagged for air then I pulled back.  I looked up at him with a mouthful of cock. We made eye contact.  I feel vulnerable, so incredibly vulnerable like that but I forced myself to look up to him, to be seen in the act of pleasing him.  

Little did I know that he had taken pictures of me right before. He showed them to me later.  I looked entranced. I really loved the pictures actually.

After a while I pulled back to catch my breath.  “Do you want to a beating baby girl?”  I nodded yes.  I desperately needed one.  “Then rise and go inside.”

He knows what I need even when I don’t. 

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Hot Afternoon

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.

I Want

He tweaks my nipple and I want him.  

He left to play golf many many miles away.

I want a facefucking in the worst way.

I want to be used, abused and taken.

I want his cock deep inside me.  

I want his fingers down my throat as he fucks me sore.

I want to be on my knees for him.

I want…

Marathon Sex – Part II

When I had walked in the house that night, I had been a little harried, a little tired but eager to see Mr. D. I wanted him, I always do, but when I haven’t put my day behind me sufficiently it takes time for me to switch gears.  When Mr. D grabbed me and dominated me so thoroughly, it took me completely away from my day and my stresses.  Once we stopped to let him breathe and our mood broke for those few moments, I could tell that I still had some letting go to do.  His dominance had allowed me to refocus on him but all my angst from the day was still there waiting in the wings.

We relaxed a little bit and then he put me on my back at the edge of the bed in front of his big chair. He pushed my knees up to my chest. “Hold them there.  Don’t let them down.”

“Ok Daddy.” I said. I was on edge, I knew what was coming and I really didn’t feel ready for it.  His lips settled around my clit and Daddy began to suck.  He grabs onto my clit and sucks it relentlessly.  The feelings are so intense so fast. There is no transition.  I go from Okay, okay, I can handle this to Oh God, it’s so much to wanting to beg him to stop then knowing he won’t until finally either my mind or my body gives in and I start to take it and respond in an almost volatile way to the passion he brings on.

Once he had me in this precarious place, he pushed his fingers into my pussy. God, I love that so much.  He pushed me further into ecstasy with the feelings of his thick finger filling me.  With little warning, another finger rubbed my asshole and pushed in there too.  I railed up against the sensation.  It felt so raw and somewhat uncomfortable.  Anal is dicey sometimes.  Either it works and everything is smooth going or it starts uncomfortable and works its way to a good place.  Every once in a while it just doesn’t work at all.  Thus the question mark that is always in my mind when we start. How is it going to feel this time?  And when I’m not completely relaxed to start with, haven’t let go of my day, it’s harder still.

He saw me jump and I let go of my legs. “Relax baby girl.” He said and slowed his pace but he didn’t stop.  I squirmed, not in a good way, while he worked his finger in my ass.  He wasn’t taking no for an answer tonight.  I tried to bring my legs back up and put my feet on his knees for a moment to situate. “You can leave them there.” He said.  With my feet on his knees, I had some control over my position, somewhere to push and move a bit.  He took out the Hitachi.  I cringed.  “Oh no, Daddy.”  I whined pitifully.” I knew what that meant.  He wanted me to come for him.  But with my day not put away, I knew it was going to be hard.

“Oh yes, baby girl.” He said while positioning the wand on my clit and turning it on. The vibration began to work against my angst.  I felt my traitorous body respond even further to what Daddy had already started.  His fingers filled my ass and my pussy together now.  “Play with your nipples slut.” He was giving it all to me.  His mouth, now his hands and then the vibration launched me into a shaking, grinding bout of pleasure.   My legs shook uncontrollably while my feet lost their footing on his knees several times.  His words coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm even while my mind fought him.  No, I don’t want this. Yes, I do!  What insane person doesn’t want this?  Why fight it, damn it?  The shit that goes through my addled mind when I’m being controlled by him is insanity.

“You’re going to come for me slut.” I shook my head no. “Don’t you tell me no.  Oh yes, you are. I want it.  Come for me now!”  My body convulsed and convulsed but didn’t give in.  The anal probing didn’t get any more comfortable but it just added to the onslaught at that point.  The pleasure, the pain, the discomfort, the control, “Give in!” I screamed inside my head.  I began a sort of mantra I’ve begun to use to come for him.  Every time I come now, and for the past many months, this is what puts me over the edge. “Come for Daddy, come for Daddy.  Come for Daddy!” I say it to myself over and over.  He commands it and I must obey.  I mumbled it over and over to myself.  I think I said it out loud, too.   My body or my mind finally gave and I convulsed over and over and over.  “I’m coming Daddy!!!”

“That’s it, that’s my good little come slut. Come for Daddy.” My body bucked and rolled against the vibrations and his hand. I finally calmed.  It had taken so much to get there, so much to get over that mountain.  I panted and sat up fall into his arms.  I needed to feel him hold me, to feel his warmth and protection.

Marathon Sex – Part I

Thursday was a hectic day.  My schedule was frantic until I had to drive up to Mr. D’s.  I do my best to dress for Mr. D when I’m arriving to see him.  I showered, shaved and chose lingerie he’d appreciate.  This night it was a soft grey padded bra and a pair of black lace thong panties.  I wore a very tight black dress.  It is called an envelope dress.  Both sides fold over the middle so that it has a V neck on top showing my cleavage and a V slit at the hem showing off my legs and thighs.  I haven’t worn the dress because it’s too tight but I knew Daddy would love it.  When I’m dressing for him and have no need to wear a dress for long, the choices are different.   The dress rose higher and higher on my thighs as I walked from the car to his place.  When I entered his room, he was freshly showered and had little on.  I greeted him and came over for him to see how I was dressed for him.  He loved it.

“Turn around.  Slowly.” I turned while his eyes raped me and his hands caressed the fabric and my curves in concert.  He nodded. “I like. You’ve never worn this dress for me before.”  I agreed.  “You look amazing in it.” I smiled. “Turn and bend over the chair.” I put my hands on the armrests of his big chair.  His hands stroked my ass and pushed the dress up over my hips.  “Mmm, nice.” His hands touched the lace of the black thong panties. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them.  He was sitting directly behind me on the bed while his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy.  I moaned.  It had been a long week without him.

“I want you to bend all the way over the chair.  Hands on the armrests.” I did as asked and felt him position me over his hard cock.  “Now, come down on top of me.” I realized he was trying a new position.  With him sitting on the bed and my arms on the chair, all I had to do was push back and down spearing myself on his cock.  I realized right away that this position was perfect for us.  I moved up and down riding his cock and getting used to the position.  I loved it.  I gripped the chair as I lowered myself and I pushed back up with my legs.  He thrust deeper inside of me than I expected possible in that position.  It was so hot.  An added benefit was that no weight was on my weak wrist.  He thinks through things, figures them out.  He’s a very creative Dom.

After fucking in that position he turned me around, grabbing my neck and trapping me with his dominion.  He kissed me slowly, softly, and then fiercely.  You can’t imagine, until you are in that position, what a rush it is to have someone dominate you like that.  He sets my blood to boiling.  He doesn’t cut off my air but still my breathing becomes labored.  My adrenaline rushes instantly and I feel trapped, alive, jittery, wet, and completely in his control.  At the base level, it is a showing of his physical power over me.  He could crush me.  The power is so palpable.  It is so addicting.  I want it so much.  I fantasize about him, I ache for him, I need a deeper, more intense word than ache or crave…the need for it is that strong.  I can’t go without it now. When we go too long without this type of visceral connection, my existence fades to a more dull grey palette.  He grips me, he uses his will over me and all the colors pop, all my nerve endings sizzle.  It is truly the most incredible drug.

With his hand on my neck he said, “You will strip off this dress and kneel for me properly.” He released me and I struggled to catch my breath.  As he sat in his chair, I stood before him and lifted the dress over my head.  He caressed the bra while I set the dress aside.  I removed the bra and moved to where I could kneel.  Naked, I knelt with my hands behind my back and eyes down.  But I heard no movement and looked over to him in the chair.  “You are beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you Daddy.” I whispered.  He fills me so much with emotion, words are too fragile to escape me sometimes.

“Eyes down.” I lowered my eyes and he rose to stand before me.  He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look up into his eyes.  I felt so vulnerable before him, as if he saw right into the most secret part of me.  My naked submission was laid bare before him. “I’m going to face fuck you slut and you’re going to take it all.”  I nodded.  He held his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to his cock.  I opened my mouth wide and he pushed inside.  He was so engorged.  His girth filled my mouth.  I tasted our juices on him. I got his whole length wet and then he began to fuck me.  My mouth held wide, my teeth grinding into my tongue as his cock pummeled the back of my throat.  He uttered guttural sounds as he pulled out to give me a quick breath then he was back to pounding my throat again.  I was buried under him, assaulted by his cock, held by his hands on the back of my head.  I slobbered on him, felt the wet mess at the base of his cock slap my cheeks and lips each time he thrust into me.  I moaned, my tongue hurt but I opened wider each time to take him in, to take the face fucking like a good girl. The submission of it washed over me, the giving and surrender of it filled me.  His cock tortured my mouth but the sacrifice of it incited my passion for him exponentially.  Just as suddenly as it started, it ended.  “Get up slut. Lean over the bed.”

He pushed my face down onto the comforter.  “Reach your hands around and hold your ass cheeks.” My face smashed into the bed, I reached my arms back and held my ass open for him.  His tongue and face assaulted my puckering little hole.  It was warm, wet, and provocative.  He made me squirm and writhe for him.  He stood up against me and rubbed his cock on my wet asshole.  He teased me, taunting me with the thought of him pushing into my ass without me being ready.  I never know where his mind goes. “I should fuck your ass right now.”  I gasped.  He rubbed again me more, pushing harder against my ass. “Your ass is safe, slut….for the moment.” He pushed lower and entered my pussy.  That’s what I wanted.  That’s what I needed. He fucked me good and hard, grabbing my hair roughly at the back of my neck.  His actions drive me more and more into a rushing hunger.  The more he pushes, the more I take, the more I hunger for him.

After a really intense, hard, fast bout of thrusting Daddy pulled out and leaned back.  I felt the ‘all stop’ and sat up to see what happened.  His breathing was labored.  He had the slightest hint of panic on his face. He wasn’t getting enough air.  He sat down and started rummaging for his inhaler.  He took a couple puffs and he began to breath easier. “Well, that’s a mood killer.” He said.  I was only concerned for him at that point. He gets physical activity induced asthma sometimes.  He’s been working hard at the gym and is putting on loads of muscle right now but it takes longer for your lungs to catch up.  We took a break for a few moments.  We both let our breathing return to normal.  “I’m not done with you yet.” He said.  I smiled, I knew he wasn’t.  Nothing stops this man from debauching me in abundant ways.

On Command

The day before Thanksgiving I was with Mr. D. We were having sex and he was using the Wand on my clit. It was wedged between us and vibrating me towards an orgasm. For some reason, it was working but not sending me over the edge. 

Possibly it was because we had done this the night before and I could feel the spot on my body where the device had ground a sore spot into my pelvic bone. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t going over the edge.

He continued to fuck me. I love that part. I love him wanting to feel me cum while he’s inside me. He turned up the intensity of the wand to the highest vibration. Still I didn’t go over the edge. Finally, he looked me in the eyes and said, “Let go and cum for me.” Whether is was his intensity, his need or simply that he commanded me I don’t know but immediately, I came for him. 

The orgasm rocketed through my body and my pelvic muscles squeezed him tightly. I convulsed under him and felt rather than saw his approval. I was so happy to please him. I was surprised and overjoyed really that his command was what triggered me to orgasm. I want him to own my pleasure. I want it to be His. His to give and His to command.

Orgasm Training

Daddy put me in his big chair legs spread wide. He took the Hitachi out.  That damned torture device that he bought to work on my orgasms.  It is so very intense.  The vibration is so very intense.  Did I say it was intense? Damn, well it is.  He made me put my arms above my head.  I wasn’t allowed to touch him.  He knows how much that gets to me.  There is some visceral drugged feeling I get from touching him.  I need to feel his body under my hands.  I need to feel the soft fur and the hard muscle.  I need to feel his unique maleness.  I love that I can touch him in whatever way he allows…until he doesn’t allow me.  Then it drives me insane just the way he wants.

With my fingers laced together on top of my head, I leaned back in his chair with my legs over the arm rests. His fingers pushed inside me while he had the Hitachi turned on low placed on my clit.  The intense vibrations began to do their work.  His fingers began to fuck me slowly.  I moaned as my eyes met his.  Mine begged him silently to let me touch him.  He chuckled and shook his head.

“Poor little tortured girl. Daddy isn’t nice to you, is he?”

“No, Daddy, you aren’t.” I smiled beside myself…in spite of myself. He brings out the pouty little girl in me something fierce.  God, how I love to be that girl with him.  It ramps up the fervor of our play to a different pitch.  Mmm, I love that.

The vibrations were lifting the passion from me, making my body respond quickly. I had no control.  My usual hesitation or my mind’s reticence to let go were thrown out the window.  My control was relinquished to him.  His fingers fucked me harder and just when I felt my body responding and a rhythm coursing through me, he turned up the speed on the Hitachi.

“No! Oh please no Daddy.  No…no more, not that.” Why do I beg?  I beg for it to stop but my body is responding.  My orgasm is imminent.  He is ripping it right out of me.  I want it.  I want to give it to him but still I beg.  “Oh God, no Daddy…I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I pant and pant and the orgasm is ripped from me by him and by that tormenting machine.

“That’s good baby girl. You did very well. I could feel your muscles grab my fingers inside you.  That was really nice.” He turns off the machine and holds me for a moment.  This is the second or third time he’s gotten me to orgasm this way.  The Hitachi is a horribly effective machine for this training he is doing.  He’s slowly retraining me and my body to respond to him. “Get on your back on the bed.”

With my body still vibrating on its own, I got on the bed on my back. My ass was on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off as he wanted.  He lifted them and held my thighs while he leaned down and tasted my juices.  I heard happy noises as he licked me.  I was so hyper-sensitive that when his tongue touched my clit I nearly jumped off the bed.  I had no idea he’d go there again so soon.  I squirmed and tried to stay still but it was so, so sensitive.  So, I held my breath and did everything I could not to fight it.  Soon my body began to respond again.  His tongue was flicking back and forth on my clit bringing me close to the edge again.

He rose up and pushed his cock inside me. As he fucked me he reached around and grabbed the Hitachi again.  My eyes were completely round orbs at the sight of it.  No, no, no my mind railed but I said nothing.  I knew it was hopeless to complain or beg at that point.  He was going to have what he wanted.  He fit the machine between us and turned it on.  He resumed fucking me while the evil machine worked its relentless magic.

My body responded faster this time. He had me primed, he was fucking me which I love so much and the vibrations kept on coming.  Ever so quickly I felt my body rise, the sensations peak.  I felt the orgasm come on and finally crash upon me.  “I’m cumming Daddy! I’m cumming.”

“Mmm, I know baby doll. I know.”

That was the first time I’ve ever cum with someone inside me. I’m so fortunate to have such an imaginative and persistent lover.  He told me we’d figure it out and he was relentless in finding different ways work the problem.  He made it part of our play and tormented me with it and in the end he found a way to begin to break down my barriers.  I’m incredibly blessed to be His.