Sting

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. 

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Choke

He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I held on as long as I could.  Mouth stretched, throat stretched, eyes watering until all the air in my lungs turned to carbon dioxide and I fought against his grip.

“Hold…hold…” His iron grip on me refused to give as my panic began to fly wildly.  Finally, he let go and I pulled off him gasping air. I refused to back away, my mouth still at the tip of his cock as I labored for fresh air. 

I took his cock in again. I would not be beaten. I would not fail to serve. I sucked him in halfway. My breathing began to slow again, the panic receded.

Again he grabbed my hair and pulled me down. I would last longer this time I told myself. The iron grip held and I stuck out my tongue working him deeper. Still, I felt the panic rise. 

“Good slut.” Damn him for knowing how that eggs me on. I rocked my head and felt his cock move in my mouth. Soon he’d let go and I’d win.

The panic rose, I looked up at him and saw he wasn’t playing. Master was fully in control. I moaned on his cock desperate again for air.

“Hold slut. You will do this.” My eyes watered and I pulled back even though I knew it was useless. I went into full panic mode. Wild-eyed, I pushed my hands against the steel thighs that were wrapped around my body. I was close to clawing him.

He let me go and I fell back onto the floor at his feet. My head on the couch cushion near him, I coughed and sputtered the phlegm his cock had loosened in my throat. 

“When you’re ready, I want you to come into the other room. I want you on the bench.” He left then. I heard the sounds of him moving things. I knew he was putting out toys of torture. I knew what was coming. 

The Start

“Eyes down. Hands at your side.” I was naked and on my knees. He sat on the couch in front of me. He took my tits in hand and began to lick and suck my nipples one at a time. It was slow, erotic torture. I was denied touch.  I could only look down. As he sat back on the couch his fingers tweaked my wet, hard nipples. I moaned and looked up at him in reflex. 

“Eyes down. Clearly, I’ve left you to languish too long.  My slut can’t follow simple directions anymore.”  I despaired.  My eyes focused on his belt buckle.  His hand reached out and grabbed my neck with force and I immediately panicked.  My hands came up to protect myself. 

“Arms down!” I snapped my arms back into place and just like that I was entranced. Stern Daddy sends me to a very dark and focused place. I am all alone but for his voice, his touch, his words. I am tethered to him. I am inexorably enshrouded in blackness yet completely under his power and buoyed by his desire. 

“Take out my cock.” His hand released my neck and he sat back to give me access.  I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled his hard cock out. “Kiss the head of my penis.” I kissed it without touching him anywhere else. I was damned if I would get any other orders wrong. 

I let my lips part and slid them across the silky head.  God, I love the feel of him. “Daddy, may I suck your cock?” I waited and dared not look up.

“Yes, slut.” Yesss. I opened my mouth and took the tip of him in.  I moistened his smooth, bulbous head with my tongue and slid my lips around the whole of it. The feel of his cock in my mouth was heaven.  I sucked him in…effectively tugging on him. His body responded, hardening more.  

I put my hands on the ground inbetween his legs and became a receptical for his cock. I pushed forward until he was hitting the back of my throat.  When he is thrust that deep I can get traction and suck him in earnest.  I was rapt in my work when I heard his voice.

“Rise my love, into the bedroom with you.” I pulled away from his cock and rose to my feet which were prickly with pins and needles from kneeling.  I walked into the bedroom as he followed. “Sula for me.” Sula is a slave position and means to lie on your back, arms at your side and legs spread wide.  I did as commanded. 

He rose up between my legs to go down on me. His lips and tongue swirled my clit making me squirm. Once my clit was hard he pressed his lips up against my body and sealed them around it. As he does that he sucks and works me with his tongue driving me wild. My hands gripped the bed and grabbed at the air, they were expressing somehow the intensity of his ministrations.

He noticed and said, “Keep your hands at your sides whore!” I felt horrible, why can’t I follow a simple rule? He looked up at me in consternation. “Play with yourself.” Dejected, I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit for him. He pulled out the Hitachi.  I knew what he wanted.  “You’re going to give me your come. I want it and you’re going to give it to me. This order you will follow.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I said. I was mortified.

“Daddy’s not here anymore. Now you have to deal with Stern Master and you’re going to give me what I want. This weekend you are mine and this is how it’s going to be.” He turned on the vibrator and put it between my legs. “Hold it.” 

I grabbed onto it as the vibration worked its magic. I closed my eyes and listened to the words he leveled at me.  Words of control, words of possession.  Usually it takes me a long time and sometimes my mind throws me right out of the game but tonight I was his completely. Before I thought possible I told him, “I’m coming Daddy, coming!” My body shook and bucked then I felt him enter me.  His cock filled me and I had what I ached for, he fucked me hard and fast. It was a beautiful homecoming. 

Setting the Tone

Before I arrived for my visit with Daddy, he sent me a video of a slave being used by two Masters.  They were very harsh with her and used her body repeatedly.  They took her anally, vaginally and facefucked her.  They degraded her by spitting on her. It was a very intense scene.  She had no break and they did not let up in using her for any plea.

Daddy and I spoke about it after I watched it.  We talked about how she gave of her service and it was not at all about her receiving pleasure. As a viewer, I was initially appalled that she was used almost to the point of abuse. 

When I thought about the scene from a lifestyle perspective, I realized it was along the same lines as what I crave with Daddy. When he leaves his Daddy Protector behind and his Stern Master side comes out it puts me very quickly into a deeply submissive state.  

As we discussed the video he said, “They took and she gave. I have spit on your sex like that but never degraded you with it. I have slapped your face but didn’t know what you felt about it. There will be more discussions and demands.”

Finally he said, “You have mentioned degradation before and that name calling is a turn on. We haven’t gone to sub space in a very long time. Prepare for that on vacation.” 

Fast forward a week.  After picking me up from the airport and taking me to dinner, we went home together. We had some snuggle time then he said, “Stand please. Strip off your clothes and kneel.”

I took a deep breath and followed directions.  I pulled my dress above my head and dropped it on the other couch. I faced him then took off my bra and panties. As I knelt he said, “Very nice. Eyes down.”

My eyes were lowered already but now I knew not to raise them, he rarely specifies that. “Arms at your sides. Remember, what I said?” I knew immediately and nodded.  A race of adrenaline shot through me. I was finally with him after a month of no Daddy and now I would be tested by Master too.  I was giddy and nervous all at once. 

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. 

Consent

During our time in Cancun we were with our kinky family and their vanilla family. So, with several non-kink folks around, we had to be careful how we behaved.  We didn’t want Goddess and El Jefe’s non-kinky family to be in any uncomfortable situations. 

There were a couple times where the lines blurred a bit.  One occasion ended up being very funny while another gave me pause. 

One morning Daddy took out the flogger, a crop and the slapper he made for me.  He bent me over the bed and gave me a small taste of a spanking.  It was a short tease meant to be the precursor for fun later. Afterwards, he left the implements on the bed. We didn’t think anything of it and went to lunch. Later in the day, when we were all sharing our pool, a couple that was part of the group chose to go back to their room through ours. 

“What are those?!?” The woman asked.  She had several vodkas in her already and she wasn’t shy. Her man was right behind her and chuckled.

“Those are toys for sex Hon.” She grabbed his hand and fell back into him as if for protection.  She looked confused. Mr. D began to explain to her and I tried to help.  El Jefe walked up behind this tableau and thought he could help too.  It probably didn’t help that all involved were plenty inebriated. 

“Honest Darling, the women who they use these on like it.  You might even like it.  You’d be surprised.” Her boyfriend trying to help.

“I like it.  It’s completely safe and you talk about it all beforehand.” Me trying to be helpful.

Mr. D tried to explain the roles and reasons of the lifestyle which would have been great had she not been so drunk and had El Jefe not decided to pick up the flogger.  He proceeded to whip the back of the couch with gusto as his friend (the woman) watched him in abject horror. Her boyfriend made the wise move to take her out of the situation. 

Later, when they were sober, she told us she understood but it wasn’t her thing.  No kidding!

The other event that happened was me asking Daddy to stop doing something that made me uncomfortable. I felt really bad asking him to stop something twice and it still doesn’t set well with me but as I think about it now I still would have asked to stop.

On the way back from the bachelor party (six of us went) Daddy and I were in the last row of a mini van taxi together.  He had me spread my legs so that he could play with my clit while the rest of the group was talking away in the first two rows.  One of the guys in the next row was watching me. His line of vision was straight toward me which gave him a view right up my skirt. He was drunk and it was dark so the view probably wasn’t what I thought but I felt very uncomfortable.  He wasn’t someone I’d ever play with and the thought of being the show for him freaked me out. 

The same thing with a different circumstance happened the next day.  El Jefe and Goddess were having room service in our room the next morning.  They had been tense with each other over pre-wedding stresses and had just ironed things out.  Daddy and I were lying on our bed because it was a comfortable spot and gave them space.  Daddy put his hand up my skirt and began to play with me but I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t normally mind in front of them but the tone was way off and it felt intrusive.  

Both times I asked Daddy to stop but they were for different reasons having to do with consent.  The first was my own consent and in the second I felt like I was speaking up for the consent of others. Would they have cared? In both cases, probably not. The random guy would have probably watched eagerly and El Jefe and Goddess would have taken it in stride even though it was a bad time.  Still, I needed the comfort level and it wasn’t there for me. 

Would I have continued if Daddy had forced the issue, yes I would have.  Did I do the right thing? I really don’t know. Daddy made an offhanded comment later about me not letting him have his way.  I felt really bad once I figured out what he was referencing. 

Exhibitionism is becoming more and more of a turn-on for me. But I need to know that the people watching have consented to it and really want to watch otherwise I worry so much about them and what they think that it throws me completely out of the right headspace. 

I should be leaving this worry to my Dominant shouldn’t I? I know it’s edge play and I should let him find the edge.  I need to learn how better to let my dominant lead in these situations. 

Exposed

The first night in Cancun, Mr. D greeted me at the door of the hotel.  I came in on a later flight and took a shuttle to the hotel.  

As we sat with the Concierge to get my key to our room, Mr. D told me, “I am a little drunk.  I got El Jefe drunk at the swim-up pool bar today.  I am sunburnt and we made ALL the friends.” That’s my man.  One day in Cancun and he made friends with everyone and trashed himself and his best friend.  Love him!  He is all out sometimes and I love that about him. 


He walked me to our room showing me the hotel and then opening the door to our perfect oasis for the week.  The room was a vision in tropical white. White linens, white leather couches, white bar and white curtains.  The room had a patio out to the pool, a sauna tub and the shower I already mentioned.  The bar was a full bar.  


It was magical and we had it all to ourselves for a full week.  Life was good! It was late but I was hungry from a long day of travel. We ordered room service for me then relaxed on the bed. One thing led to another and Daddy soon had his face buried in my crotch.  We hadn’t seen each other in a month. He had me so turned on.  At about the point I was writhing on the bed he crawled up to whisper in my ear, his hand taking over where his mouth had been. 

“I want to fuck my slut but room service is coming soon. Maybe I’ll have my little whore answer the door naked.” I moaned as he made me hotter and wetter with his hands and his taunts. 

“Yes, I think I will have you answer the door just like this.  Or maybe,” He pulled his shorts down then and took out his cock. “I’ll make you walk to the door with my cum dripping out of you like a dirty whore should.”  With that he fucked me hard and fast all the while my mind is reeling from the thought of exposing myself to the room service guy soon to arrive on our doorstep. Daddy knows how to twist me up so tightly.

I shuddered with the pleasure of his cock pounding me. I looked into his slightly drunken eyes and thought he might be drunk enough to make me do it.  Would I answer the door naked and used? The unanswered question plunked around in my head as he fucked me.

Then, the knock came at the door. I’m sure my eyes widened as round as saucers.  Daddy pulled his cock out of me and pulled up his shorts. “Don’t move.” He said. His voice hard as nails.  I thought, he’s going to bring the guy into the room while I’m naked on the bed. I knew I couldn’t move but at the last second threw the sheet over my bare ass so I was partially covered. 

Daddy walked back into the room alone with a tray of food. I breathed a sigh of relief until, “I didn’t say you could cover yourself.” Damn, caught.

Soon, I was on the ottoman at the end of the bed and he finished fucking me in that position.  We love ottomans. So, that was my welcome to Mexico.