Sunday, I woke up a while before Mr. D woke up.  I laid in bed next to him enjoying the early morning quiet.  I smiled thinking about our antics with the chili peppers the night before and promised myself I would not be the one to start anything today.  I sighed inwardly knowing that I really needed to leave him alone sexually so he could heal.  Damn but it’s hard keeping my hands off the man.  If we were going to be bad, I was determined it wasn’t going to be me starting things.  I can’t deny him but I wouldn’t start anything.  There, my mind was made.  I could be strong.  Then he woke up.

“Get over here woman.”  I beamed a happy morning smile and snuggled up to him.  He woke up and we talked while we snuggled. My hands were on him as they always are.  I just have to touch him.  He’s got the most amazing fur.  Light-colored, soft fur over his manly hardness….pure addiction.  Excuse me while I obsess a moment…okay, I’m done, lol.

I kept my hands to generally non-sexual areas.  We kissed and talked.  I asked him how he was feeling.  I said, “I’m being good.  I’m not touching you or provoking you in any way to start something.”  I was trying really hard. Fuck, I wanted him.  I’m a horrible person.  I tried to keep it to myself.  He kissed me again.  This time I returned the passion in his kiss twofold.  I could feel the heat coming off of him.  We were in so much trouble.

“Daddy, I’m trying really hard to be good.  I don’t want to make things worse.” More kissing and now I’m hiding against his side.  I’m desperate to grind into him but I restrain myself.  His fingers curl into my hair pulling me up and forcing my eyes to his.

“What I love…” his molten blue eyes locked fiercely on mine, “is how little control we have over this.” His kiss burned through me then. “Baby, touch Daddy’s cock.” Then I knew it was all over.  I’m at once resigned that I’ve failed him and over the top ecstatic that he’s going to fuck me.  The friction between us, both trying to resist the inevitable, has kicked us beyond normal levels and into another realm of kinetic passion entirely.

We were wild in our connection.  Daddy was deep into his Dominance.  I felt like a shark rolling in chum.  I wanted the scent of his Dominant spirit all over me.  When he thrust into me I cried out with the need of him.  His hand was on my throat, choking me, my head thrown back in invitation.  He slapped my breasts hard.  The pain was shocking, his Dominance riotous.

I wanted everything.  His control of me and our passion on the edge of control together. His voice filled my whole essence. The more he talked of his capture of me the wetter I became. The more pain he inflicted the wetter I got. When he told me how wet I was I noticed the slick moisture sliding between us from belly to thigh. How does that happen? I have no control over it, he has all the control.

I cry and whimper and I want the pain to stop but he is learning my triggers. “I am figuring you out baby girl. You have this look of torture on your face but I can see you get all squirrelly in here,” his finger taps my forehead, “and then I feel a flood down there.” He grinds his cock deeper into me. “You can’t lie to me.” And with his words comes another flood.

I understand it and I don’t. I do want to run from the pain. Breast torture is more pain than I thought it would be or thought I could handle but the results…I can’t deny them. I can’t deny him. I’m a hopeless addict and he’s the fix. His dominance and his voice inside my head send me to some other place, a place I want to be all the time now.

14 Hours

I’ve posted one item about the weekend I missed writing about but I thought I’d share Mr. D’s thoughts from that weekend as well.  He wrote as I ran off to take care of my life that day.  As I was reading his words it brought back the intensity of that weekend and piqued a couple things I’d like to revisit in writing….fodder for the next couple days.
Last night… in random order…
I take her and use her for my need
Releasing my charge onto her porcelain ass
I clean her and command her to roll over
Securing her wrists in rope shackles
I blindfold her and get out the new toy
The Violet Wand
I tease her everywhere
Using the wand to excite and stimulate her bits
Removing the blindfold she sees the violet light
The electrical discharge to her skin is mesmerizing
She makes gentle noises and I analyze
I shock her nipples and labia
Switching intensities and nearness to her skin
Giggles mingle with ahhhs
I cannot take it any longer…..
I drive deeply into her
Bound to the bed she tries to reach me
But cannot
My cock buried in her sex
I slowly and intensely drive it home
Sweating from the restraint
Lust and abandon in her eyes
Like a lifeline she clutches the rope
She fights the rope for freedom
The rope is a paradox she sees
Suffering and security
Submission and freedom….
Grunting we writhe
Bodies and passions intertwined
Kissing her hard and biting her lip
Claiming her as mine in word and deed
Fucking her body and mind
“I love fucking you Slut”
Blood engorged and rock hard I withdraw
She moans and bites her lip
I push back into her sex
She gasps anew and her eyes glow
“Daddy loves his slutty girl”
She is swollen from 2 days of sex
Lube helps but I am demanding of her
She rises to it, willingly giving me her body
She moans and gasps and grunts and ruts
She is in it to sate my desire and ride the wave
Passion exudes and sex, heady sex, fills the room
“Come in your slut, fill me Daddy” she begs
I laugh, loud and deep
“Oh. No Baby – Daddy isn’t done”
Her whimper is almost noiseless but I hear
She will be sore and feel us for days
Remembering me between her legs when she moves….
Sometime later, I command her to tell me what she wants
Unrelenting I thrust into her and she issues her desire
“Fill me Daddy, please, use me and fill me”
The intensity is overwhelming and I blast off
Filling her and crying out;
She is my muse; my loving slut
This morning….
My hand gripping her throat
We orally grope on the couch
I break to bite her neck below her ear
Then the base and her shoulder
I move to the front of her neck
Licking my way down from the chin
She gasps and tries to lower her head
Daddy is not having it
I gently and forcefully raise it
Continuing to assail her; again she gasps and clenches
I bite her and suckle her throat and she squirms
I am more intrigued and resolve to explore this later…
“On your back” I say
Then I dip my cock into her mouth
Nowhere to go – she takes it
Thrusting and gyrating I fuck her mouth
Holding it deep I feel her gag and shake
She is mine, the power is fascinating
But I relent and she catches her breath
I rise and kiss her hard
I grip the back of her neck
From the nape to the center of her soul
She gasps and her eyes half close
We are one in the inferno we created
Teasing, kissing, necking, and pinching
Alight with desire and lust
We separate and she departs…
I laugh, dark and sinister
She is mine for two more days
Already sore from lovemaking
I imagine the pleasure and pain she will endure
The intensity of my desire is white hot
My need for her, to satiate and mollify her, pushes me
I derive a sense of calm yet chaos in her presence
Intensity like I have never known before…. 
Amazing intensity.



I came away from this weekend with one word on my lips and imprinted in mind…INTENSITY.

I have never felt the type or degree of intensity that I feel with Mr. D.  The love we share, the things he does, the thoughts he admits, the way he pushes me, the spots on my body he finds and the way he dominates me all seem to coalesce into a focused laser beam of passion for us.  Yes, it was an intense weekend. 

I have always craved the intensity I felt watching movies like Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or 9 1/2 Weeks.  They are hot, hot movies.  Not for the sex or the story but because of the raw relationships between Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke or Elizabeth Taylor and Paul Newman.  They simply melted the screen when they were together.  It is very rare even in the movies.  I am still in awe of what I felt.  I want it more and more and more.

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