Moving On

My girlfriend Frenchy has left for France. She lived with us for five months. It was a great time and I’m so so happy we had the time together. She and I lived together many years ago when we were both single and in our twenties. Time flies and here we are at the end of our forties saying goodbye.

I owe Daddy a huge thank you for allowing her to stay with us. He really knew very little about my Frenchie when she moved in but he let her move in with us (to the detriment of our sex life) and I’m so very grateful. They became friends and I’m so happy they did.

My Frenchie can be a whirlwind of fun and spunk. She’s tall and thin and full of life most days. Other days she’s sad and vulnerable and needs love and hugs. Daddy was such a good thing for her in the final months of her saying goodbye to her American life.

My girl was the best roomie. I knew she would be but still she surpassed my expectations. She’s always been one to do more than her part. Aside from being my counterpart with dishes and chores she also helped us buy many things for our new home together. She took the guest’s rule of ‘leave a place better than you found it’ to the next level.

I will always cherish our time together. Much love goes with her on her travels. Hopefully, Daddy and I gave her what she needed to be strong and enjoy the next part of her journey.

Choosing a Collar

  I arrived at Mr. D’s home on a Friday night for the weekend. I try to dress for him every time but sometimes I’m tired from the week and today was such a day. I was showered and shaven at least, so I had made an effort but I was dressed in slouchy clothes and flip flops. Some days by the time evening arrives all my energy is gone. I could barely pack a bag with clothes. I was going to an event on Sunday without Mr. D. I figured I could go home and grab clothes then if needed for Valentine’s Day. He had indicated that we would stay home and relax, so I wasn’t worried.

I greeted him and curled up next to him on the couch. “We will be going out tonight baby girl.” Murphy’s Law in full force, I was in leggings and a t-shirt. “When I tell you to, you will go into the bedroom and dress as I tell you to dress.” This was different. Where were we going? “We’ll have dinner and then you’ll dress. We’ll leave in 45 minutes and it’s an hour drive to get there.” Now I was really intrigued. What could we be doing and where could we go on a Friday night after 8pm? I was mulling this over in my mind. I had no decent shoes here! I was so unprepared.

“What are you thinking baby girl?”

“Well, what are we doing and I don’t have any decent shoes to wear for you.” I said. He thought for a minute.

“You’ll wear your red zipper dress for me and if you don’t have any shoes then you’ll just wear your flip flops. Don’t even think about wearing the red shoes.” I blushed. Damn, he knew me well. The red shoes are glossy, red, four inch stiletto, platform heels. I can barely walk in them. He usually has me crawl if I wear them for him.

We got in the car and he had worn flip flops as well so I didn’t feel out of place. I am always surprised and touched at how he takes me into consideration with everything he does. I’m more familiar with being the one who takes care of others.

He asked me, “So, where do you think we’re going?”

“A dungeon?” That’s the only place we’ve driven to that far away and in the late evening. I thought it was a good possibility.

“No, it’s not a dungeon.” I was stumped. “Tonight your life will change permanently.” I looked at him. What did that mean? I was at a complete loss. I trusted him and he was being mysterious so I thought, okay I’ll just hang on and he’ll tell me when he’s ready. I wondered but I didn’t have any sense of trepidation at all.

He waited a couple minutes like he was mulling it over in his mind. Quietly, he said “Tonight we’re going to get your collar.”

I looked over to him and my heart raced. I know he’d mentioned collaring me in the heat of the moment not too long ago but otherwise we hadn’t talked about it at all for a long time.

“When I mentioned it the other night, I thought maybe you hadn’t noticed but you did. You definitely caught it.” He said. I remembered then that I’d written about it. I had most definitely caught it. When you hear something that makes their heart pound and your breathing struggle to keep pace…yes, I not only heard but felt those words even though they were in the heat of the moment.

“We’re going to a sex shop that I found that carries them. That’s where we’re going.” So, we continued on our way. My face was flushed but my heart full. Then I was nervous. What happens next?

“What are you thinking baby girl?” Oh! He always asks that right when I’m thinking about some half-formed fear. I don’t always want to answer but I usually do.

“I was wondering what comes next.” He reassured me.  Eventually, we realized we had driven far past our destination, so we had to back track and our conversation switched to the very immediate need of finding our way.

We finally arrived at the shop and when we walked in were greeted mb a gorgeous girl with caramel colored skin and a man who Daddy said was definitely gay. The girl’s name was Wicked…how fitting for a sex shop. The collars were right behind them so Daddy ushered me to the case and tried several collars on me. It felt so surreal and yet comfortable at the same time. 

Only in a sex shop does no one bat an eye watching a man putting many different collars on a woman. He asked which ones I thought might work and I picked up a thick, black, leather collar with a red leather fringe. He tried it on me and it fit very well. “Nice choice baby girl. We’ll take this one.” I was a little worried about the height of it at 2-3 inches tall, almost a posture collar but not quite as severe.

As we were walking about the shop he asked me if I was happy with our choice. “I am, I’m a little worried about the thickness of it. I’m not sure if you can do everything you want to with me in it.”

“We’ll figure that out as we go,” he said, “if it’s doesn’t work we’ll get you another one.” His easy practicality assured me. 

Afterwards we spent time in the shop looking at all the other fun, weird and kinky things they had. Daddy purchased two extensions for the Hitachi there as well. They have protrusions on them so that the vibrations can extend inside me in different ways depending on the attachment. 

We wrapped up our visit and went home. 

Photo courtesy of Picabay through Public Domain

Hotel Play

A couple weeks ago we stayed at a hotel down in San Diego to visit some friends.  Mr. D brought his toy bag so we could play in the room after we were done visiting. Once it was dark, he turned off all the lights in the room so we couldn’t be seen from outside the room.  He opened the balcony door and said, “Put your hands on the bannister.” I was naked and as I reached out to grab the bannister, I could see down to the pool 15 floors below.  I was grateful there wasn’t anyone done there.  Daddy is the exhibitionist, not me. Well, sometimes, but right then I had a ball of nerves in my stomach as I looked out at the view.  Who was out there?  What could they see?  My feet were inside on the carpet as Daddy commanded so my back was completely horizontal with my breasts swaying in the cool air.  He began to warm me up with the flogger on the back of my thighs.  The stance was just wide enough to be outside of comfortable.  The slider tacks were hard on my feet so that wasn’t changing.  Daddy checked in with me when he noticed me fidgeting.

We tried a couple adjustments but nothing worked.  “Come on in.” He said and I breathed a sigh of relief.  No more balcony tonight.  He put the hotel’s wing chair in front of the window.  “Kneel.” I mounted the chair on my knees.  My arms braced on the arm rests with my feet and my ass hanging off the chair.  This was perfect.  “Damn, you are hot as fuck.” I heard him say.  I love how he admires and appreciates my curves. He began flogging me again.  The sting of the falls bit into my skin and I flinched.  I could feel the wind from the flogger swish over me right before each contact.  I moaned and winced but did my best to fall into the rhythm.

He stopped flogging me and his hand caressed my ass.  His fingers reached underneath me and pushed into my pussy.  He worked them deep inside and my wetness flowed.  He pushed himself up against my body and his cock nosed my pussy and asshole.  The height of the chair was challenging for this.  He fucked mey pussy for a few strokes but the angle kept getting in our way.  I was trapped by the limits of the chair so there wasn’t much I could do to help.  He returned to flogging me. There were several glancing blows to my ass and then he landed some solid hits to my hips on each side.  The sting and the following heat warmed me.  In this position, I gripped the armrests tightly and arched my back more as he beat me.  He worked the flogger up my back and the hits got harder and more stingy.

We had visited a sex store in the area that afternoon and Daddy purchased a new toy.  It has dozens of silicon strings as falls that are bound to a handle.  He decided to try out his new toy.  He paused and picked up the toy.  At first, it was silky and felt ticklish as the silicon raked across my skin.  Then he picked up the pace and the stingy sensations came in.  We both liked the new toy.  He said it wasn’t as flexible as the old whippy toy that it replaced but we were still happy with it.

When he released me from the chair, I rose slowly.  That position of kneeling for a while had put my feet to sleep so I moved gingerly to the bed.  When I laid down I could feel all sorts of pin pricks in my back and my ass.  Daddy had done quite a job on me…even more than I realized.  He mounted the bed between my legs.  I wanted him very much.  When he stopped to bury his face in my pussy, I was torn.  I wanted cock.  I was hot and ready for it. But then his tongue went to work.  I jumped out of my skin, the feelings he gave me were so intense.  I clawed at his back as the intensity of his mouth on my clit grew.  Soon, I was begging him.  “Please Daddy, please fuck me.” I wanted him buried in me.  He let me wallow in need a while longer then finally put his full weight on me.  I was so ready.

I was beyond needy for him at that point. But he wasn’t putting it in. “I can’t, I’m not ready.” My hands were caressing him.  My body arching towards him yet still he wasn’t entering me.  I hadn’t heard him. I looked up at him.  “I’m not hard baby girl.”  Finally, it sunk in.  For whatever reason, he wasn’t ready.  When he first said something, I thought he was teasing me and didn’t pay attention.  He had been ribbing me and teasing me all day with word riddles and I thought he was doing that again.

“Sweetie, we go through a huge range of emotions in every session.” We do.  Every session we have is intense in different ways.  Tonight, his ebb and flow was different than normal.  We stopped and took a breath for a very few minutes.  He stayed between my legs and we kissed.  I was about to change position when he pinned me to the bed.

“Stay right there.” Just as suddenly as we had stopped, we started again.  In that short period of a breath, he was back in the game.  He thrust inside me and I wrapped my legs around him.  The tingles of pain from the flogging added to the sensations he gave me while fucking me.  Afterwards, he made me turn over so he could see his handy work.  There were some pretty good marks on my ass.

Play can be amazing even if you have a few foibles during the course of the evening.  We’re human.  As long as we both have a sense of humor and relax, it is fun no matter what happens.  I do my best to write the truth.  I’m writing our sexual lives, not erotica. I hope you enjoy our fun and maybe learn from our trials.  I know I do.