Cry if You Must

“Kneel for me by the bed. Take the vibrator and put it on your clit,” he said. I did as told.

Already I was defeated. I knew this would be fruitless. I had no delusions that I’d be able to give him an orgasm this way. My body was decidedly not ready to be turned on. Have you ever had those days?  One where you knew it was going to take a lot to get your motor running?

I told myself to push those defeatist thoughts out of my mind and damned well do what Daddy wanted. I got on my knees near to the bed.  He laid on the bed so our faces were close together.  I was naked and put the vibrator on my clit on low speed.  As Daddy talked in my ear, my body warmed to the idea. The vibration awakened my clit and it began to feel good. 

All the while, Daddy talked in my ear.  “You’re my good little slut, my whore and you’re going to give me what I want aren’t you?”

I cringed. I was certain my knees would give out far faster than my mind would submit and allow me an orgasm. I whimpered in agreement and kept going. 

The more he talked the more my body responded.  His filthy talk and the names he called me spun into a sinful cyclone of pleasure.  I ached to obey. I longed for him to keep going, to debase me further. 

“You’re my dirty cum whore.  You will cum for me.” Damn, I wanted to so badly.  My knees were shooting pain but my body was finally kicking into high gear. 

I whimpered again.  I was getting frustrated with myself.  There seemed no passing a certain point, no thrusting myself over the edge.  The pain in my knees was interfering with my progress.  I looked up to him as my body slumped on the side of the bed. “Cry if you must but you will cum for me.”  He turned the vibrator to high.

Damn! I swear if I had any hope of cumming in this position that would have sent me over the edge.  That was fucking hot! All the times I ached for Harsh Daddy flooded into my mind…every last fantasy that he now fulfilled.  

It occurred to me that my feet were now completely asleep.  I cried and kept that cursed vibrator where he wanted it though.  I’d be damned if I was going to let my Fantasy Dom Incarnate down after he gave me what I always craved. Fuck. 

Finally, I looked up to him with tears in my eyes.  I was so dejected that my body had no hope of rising above the pain to achieve the goal he demanded. “What is it, slut?” He asked.

I paused and agonized but finally said, “My knees are in pain and my feet are asleep Daddy.  May I please stop?”  He gave me permission. 

Later he asked why on earth I didn’t call my safe word earlier, but really how could I?  This is what I’ve always wanted. 

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Fun and Games

Last night we were with friends.  They are friends so close they are family. Mr. D used to live with them but now we are six hours drive away from them.  We came out for the weekend to enjoy each other’s company.  I’m truly blessed to be welcomed into this group.  They are amazing, open, fun people.  They are family as much as my own are to me now.

Last night we had fun drinking, eating and chunky dunking in the jacuzzi. Four ladies and one man chose to strip down and enjoy the hot tub.  We laughed and joked and talked about everything.  It was the best.  Mr. D sat on the side lines listening and joining in.  One of the ladies was doling out Patron shots with a pineapple juice chaser.  What an ingenious idea.  The pineapple cuts all the alcohol taste. You have to try it.

So, as things go, a couple of drinks later and I’m was seriously horny for Mr. D.  Talking with the girls and sharing pictures of gorgeous men only ramped up my general need for his attentions more.  I went over to where he was sitting alone by then and kissed him,  I sat next to him and took his hand.  The desire was overwhelming, I had to have something of him in my mouth. I sucked on his fingers and bit him a little.   The alcohol increased my horniness factor exponentially, it always does.  I rarely drink to the point of being tipsy but this was a special night. He was having none of it.  His voice fell hard on my ears but I didn’t immediately hear him. “On my terms, little girl.” I kept sucking his finger until he gripped my chin and made me look in his eyes.  “I said, on my terms.” I felt rebuffed.

I was slightly tipsy and a little shaken.  I hadn’t expected him to leave the party for me, I just wanted him and was showing it.  My sex soaked mind hadn’t thought any further than that.  I felt his power then and it was uncomfortable.  I took myself inside so I could regroup.  I want this, I want his dominance.  You don’t ask someone to take control and then argue with how they choose to wield that power.

I visited our one friend who was upstairs not feeling well.  We sat and watched TV and talked for a little bit. I felt myself relax and return to my normal happy self.  It is Mr. D’s prerogative to do as he sees appropriate for us.  I know following someone else’s lead can’t always be erotic or easy.  To accept his lead I need to accept it even when it is uncomfortable. So, I rejoined the party and enjoyed the rest of the night with family.

Addendum:

This blogging has proven very valuable to our relationship. It allows more communication than would normally happen.  I wrote three blog posts the other night on our drive home about different topics.  This one was the second.

After we got home Mr. D read them.  We talked about all three.  The first one, I’ll keep the conversation between us except to say that Mr. D wants us to evolve and try many things.  He even said if Daddy baby girl isn’t a fit for us we’ll try other something else.  On this one, the second, he set me straight.  When he had said, “On my terms” he had simply wanted me to ask permission first.  He wasn’t saying no.  Now I know to ask for clarification.

The third writing, I left out some details and rembered something inaccurately.  I’ve rewritten that post.  Sometimes, okay most times, I’m so engulfed on our play that I don’t remember everything.  I hope my ‘Cliff Notes’ version of our play elicites enough interest for you to keep reading and enjoying our dynamic with us.

Backdoor Update

Dolly_Morton_Illustration_2Mr. D has two desires that I have yet to fulfill.  One is anal sex.  He is training me for this and I know it will happen soon.  I’ve had a taxing week so I did not do any training with the plug. I know Mr. D understands but I still felt rotten about it.  I really need to take a step back from my life and reprioritize things so my responsibilities don’t bury me like they did this week.

Last night, Mr. D fucked my ass with his fingers.  Instead of my training, this is what I got.  Oh my goodness, it was intense.  He flips me over and mounts me doggie style.  His cock fills me in front and then he works his fingers inside my tight little hole.   It had been a week since the last time and this time he did it swiftly.  I’m obviously getting used to him being there.  It did not take any time for me to relax.  He was in and then moving his fingers quickly in and out of me.  The pleasure is truly indescribable.

I’m pretty sure I was talking to Mr. D.  I think I begged him to fuck my ass. “Yes, Daddy, fuck my ass.  I want you inside me. I need you in my ass!”  I was so lost in him being inside me front and back.  I was overwhelmed and kept talking because I had to share my ecstasy with him. I was desperate for him to know how I felt.

Afterwards…after Mr. D came so hard, he said he loved my enthusiasm.  He was panting, recovering and I heard him say that almost to himself.  It made me smile so much.  I loved that.

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The Taking of Amor

Mr. D and I have not been able to see each other as much lately.  Life interferes with our love and our play.  He sent me this one night we were both on fire for each other but unable to be together.   I just love this man and how he can set me on fire.

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There is need upon me

Pulsing and straining to be released

To shower upon my slut

In that space between euphoria and reality

Where darkness lurks and desire is freely shared

I need her touch

Hot upon my skin

Her wetness taking my girth

My mouth consuming her body

Smothering her gasps

Then gagged and bound

My hand stinging her flesh

Giving into pain at my pleasure

Her moans filled with desire

My arousal increases

I need her beneath my lash

Quivering flesh pink and red

Gasps laden with pain filled ecstasy

Her acquiescence fulfills me

Serving to sate my lust

Knowing the fullness of my need

She gives and is rewarded

Tears of love mark our faces

Satiated we cuddle

Exhausted and better for it

September 20, 2014

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