Friday, December 19, 2014

all He wants for Christmas

Trying to find something to give Sir for Christmas. 
What do you like Sir?
A triumvirate of questions.
He wouldn't tell me.
So I found the perfect gift and I told Him,
'You are worth every penny, Daddy Sir'.
 I handed Him a Christmas stocking filled with sweet little chocolates and a glint in my eye.
He laughed at my 'funny little ways'.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

security panties

I have made a discovery.
Disconnection from Sir is played out in a physical sense.
The last little while I have felt disconnected from Sir.
We are both busy, caught up in life, nothing unusual, just work, family and life.
I feel disconnected, insecure, separated, vulnerable...and when I feel this distance, I'm naughty. I act out. Not for attention, not for punishment, but for security.
I don panties.
When I was thousands of kilometres away in a big busy city, I wore permission. Well permission retrospectively sought (and granted when I explained how insecure I felt with the distance, without Him near.)
I notice that other sub girls (and boys) find doing certain things, observing certain rules, only serve to make them feel closer to their boss man (or woman).
Me?... Nah ah! The further the distance, physical or metaphorical, the more I need my panties. The sweet filmy, frilly little things, that form a thin see through blanket over my buttocks, imbue me with a sense of security when the security I find in Sir is missing for one reason or another.

Friday, December 12, 2014

daddy's darling

Sir called me a name.
He has called me this name a few times.
It sits strangely but warmly in me.
In fact I think I love it.
He calls me His slut, His girl, His bitch,
but when I pick up the phone and he says 'Hello darling,'
I get a little gooey.
Noone but my father has ever called me darling.
I like it... in a gooey kind of way.

Daddy's darling