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.