I have had to fight some demons of the hogtie..and I don't think I ever told Him (He'll know now). It sounded so silly to tell Him, dramatic, but I was much younger when the demons were born and He worked hard to win my trust.
Now ... I just tingle
Now I want you to take a bex and a little rest, calm yourself please and reflect on what a very naught girl you have been, so naughty in fact that I am thinking about coming to reprimanding you personally.
Be a darling for Daddy and masturbate for me tonight. One has to keep his little creature busy. I would like you to cum 2 times please, I feel that one time will never make you tired enough,we both know this, so be a darling and please your Daddy.
Tomorrow you will wear something frilly please and I do like your follow me fuck me shoes. I love them so much I am thinking that is what you shall wear.
Daddy is only trying to look after his little girls interests. He has this in mind always as you are aware Daddy knows best, he knows exactly what his girl needs.
Be a sweetie and wear black panties and bra tomorrow for Daddy, oh and with your dress, please don't put a safety pin to hide your cleavage, it's waaaay too good to hide.
And you have a lovely night beautiful girl.
Yes Sir, Thank you. x
Panties tomorrow please.Red for Tuesday I think and a dress with some red in it as well.There's a good girl.
Yes Sir :)
|Unknown photographer- found on a pro-feminist, anti BDSM site with a warning that the images may me upsetting. Well this feminist finds this image erotic and exciting.|
Do you think you could pop a pair of red panties on for me tomorrow?
Could you be a darling and not have panties on tomorrow, I like the idea of you being bare all day.
"Yes Sir" whizzed her electronic reply....and so she was.
Local Sir D has told me that you plan to punish me with soap in my mouth.
I beg you to reconsider.
When I said that nasty word connected with your name I was ...firstly...in a position that was working me up into a state where my mind begins to run more freely. Where the girl lets herself go.
Secondly...I was hardly able to direct it toward Local Sir D...a clear and present danger to my already red bottom.
The answer from away across the ocean:I told Local Sir D that you would want to punish me and I told him you would want to soap my mouth. Please please please Sir, is there any other way I can make amends. Soap will make me quite sick I am sure.
It will not make you sick-- My sub girl here tried the same tactic on me----and it cured her potty mouth real quick.
Tough love is needed sometimes, young lady
and I need to show you that your Daddy intends to be tough with you.
I find it very difficult to write about, to report on. I really do. I am embarrassed about the slut I am. Talking about sex. About being fucked. Daddy there was some very dirty deeds done on Friday and I am frankly, still breathless about it. He made me kneel and masturbate...I wasn't able to come because of the position. I was embarrassed to masturbate. I couldn't understand why. This is not something that usually has me feeling shy. Maybe it was because I hadn't been warmed up, so I wasn't needy in any particular way. He allowed me to move to the bench, to a position where I could reach orgasm..and as I approached it, so very close, he said..."You have got Mentor Daddy to thank for this". My eyes shot open to meet His gaze. I stopped dead in my tracks(metaphorically speaking). It felt like you were in the room. Like you were both pulling the strings. I think I said something very rude.. "@&*% Daddy!"
"Sorry!" He said, "What did you say? Shall I tell Him what you said?"
"Noooooooooooo", I cried out, "Sorry sorry" I said. As I continued twirling my little button.
He commanded me to come and I did come at that point.I am a naughty bratty girl. I don't think I can be tamed. That is not a statement of pride. It just is. I love doing things to please, but obedient?...I don't think that's where my expertise lay. Sigh
|Daddy's bratty girl|
|Ken Marcus 2001|
|two Daddies. photographer unknown|
|willing slut for His pleasure|
Anything and everything. I would be braver Julie. I am not very brave and still given the opportunity now I cannot be as brave as I would like.
I think I would not have fretted about eliciting my non Dom hub's permission to explore this thing in me. That was just a disaster. To trust him with that assurance. I think I would have just moved on with secrecy. A lot less heart ache I think. Maybe not, but one always wonders.
I would have believed in how beautiful I am. I would not have allowed my head to believe that I was not an adorable, sexy woman/girl. I would have believed in myself deep inside as much as Sir believes in me.
Moving even further back..if I'd have known in my youth what I know about me today, I would have sought out a Dominant kinkster mate. A 24/7 kinky lover to care for me and me Him. I would have thrived all my life as a beautiful and strong sub woman.
But! you can't go back...no names, no pack drill. No regrets.
This is a big question, thank you for asking it tori.
When I think about where I started...
I just read the post from tori's best buddy invited to post on tori's blog. That was me. Younger, independent, fighting the sisters fight. My journey has seen me accept feminism in a non-traditionally feminist way. I moved away from the fight against men for the sake of exercising muscle against men and moved into an acceptance of girl and boy and the fundamental desires in each. I opened myself to male sexuality. I embraced its strength and its animal baseness, in fact I reveled in it. I recognise the yin and yang of the male and female energies in a deeply visceral way. I saw they needed each other to thrive. My submission is not so much centered on acquiescing to His power, it is about understanding my womanliness and making it available to His strength, His life force, His will. I see Him love it, care for it, mold it, use it, bend it to breaking and yet always understanding the bipolarity of the fragility and the strength of it. He has taught me to trust Him and not be afraid of who I am.
There have been so many highs and many lows. The highs have all been at His hand, the lows have not. The highs have come from His Dominance and my submission in sync. The lows have come from external sources which push against my needs.Wrinkle their nose in disgust at my needs. I think I have learned to embrace my kink as normal, though I still keep it secret. This kink, this need I have to be slapped, choked, roughed up, controlled is something that remains deep in the closet. Even Mr Grey and the simpering Anastasia Steele have done little to reframe BDSM as anything more than Mills and Boon with a crop.
|Zelko Nedic The Girl In The Mask (2009)|