Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Daddy says...bedtime!

Daddy Sir is making me go to bed at 9pm.
I hate going to bed early...
but i love it when He makes me go to bed early.

Nite nite, Daddy Sir says I have to go to bed now. 

bedtime - Photographer unknown 

Friday, June 5, 2015

daddy's squirter

 From the draft folder (since I can't think to write lately.....)

"I am going to make My girl squirt."
"I can't make any promises Sir."
"I'm not asking you..."
"Yes Sir."

Matching bra and panties as instructed, He walked around her admiring the view. He removed her bra, pinching her nipples as He neatly discarded the black lace.

Up on the bench on your hands and knees.

Her delicious arse wiggled. His finger hooked Her panties and ripped them downwards, exposing her pink flesh to Him. She loved the forceful nature of being peeled back to reveal her sex to Him.

The rattle of the metal as he clipped the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar made her breathless. She had little idea what she was in for. She had forgotten the texts from the day before. He hand slid between  her legs, her shoulder and face on the bench.

The other one. Click and clank she was secured to the spreader bar. Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and spreader bar and the girl was exposed, vulnerable, open. He enjoyed her arse, probing and playing. Her moans grew. She wriggled and pushed back against Him. Begging Him to play deeper.

photographer unknown

Thursday, June 4, 2015

strung up

I haven't been able to write lately. I have been all a twitter ...not on Twitter, just all over the place. Life is a bit bizarre and there's so much I want to spill, so much I want to write down, but that would spill my secrets. I am a little confused. I hate that. I hate not being able to act like a grown up. I hate not being sensible, calm, centered, reasonable.

I have a sick feeling in the pit of my tummy all the way to the back of my throat. I feel a little bit alone. Sigh*...this too will pass. 

Photographer unknown