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I do believe I owe all of you a new post 🙂
Our big trip has come and gone, and it was quite the experience. We used that strapon much more than I think either of us intended to, but it was wonderful. We tried all kinds of different positions and angles, and boy was it delicious.
We also had a conversation about the daddy/little girl scenario, and Mistress actually 100% loves it. We’ve incorporated it into our sex naturally – by which I mean if it comes out, it happens, otherwise its not a big deal, and we both really like it. She even referred to her clit as “daddy’s dick” once – good stuff.
The severity of our sex kindof comes and goes – one night it’ll be really rough and dominant and BDSM centered, and the next it’ll be cuddly and vanilla and cute, but I’m okay with that. It makes everything more interesting.
More updates soon 🙂
The long-awaited weekend has come and gone, and boy was it wonderful. Mistress had told me that she’d help me gently take the strapon the first time – she’d sit in a chair and I could slowly lower myself onto it. Well that wasn’t necessary. Our first night together was casual, just our usual sex. But our second night, delicious. Mistress teased me relentlessly, until I was dripping wet. I got to snuggle up next to her, casually suckling our nipples like I love so much, and finally, she asked if I’d like to be fucked. I smiled, and said yes, of course. She got up and put on her dick, with just a little lube, and got back on the bed, kissing me once. She looked at me, commanding, “suck my dick”. I smiled, the words sounded so right coming out of her mouth, and obeyed. I sucked gently, tugging with my lips, doing my best to please her. She petted my hair, telling me what a good little girl I was, then she moved over me. She gently slid it in, knowing how wet I was, and then started gently fucking me. I gasped and moaned a little, and begged for more. Next thing I knew, she was fucking me hard, and I was begging her to let me take the whole thing. She giggled softly and told me that I’d already taken the whole thing, without a problem. I was impressed.
I still wanted more, though, so I tucked my legs over her shoulders, begging her to fuck me deeper. She obliged, thrusting her dick as deep as it would go, encouraged by my moans. Finally, the orgasm she so desperately wanted to give me racked my body. My back arched into her hands, my pussy pressed against her, my legs wrapped tight around her hips, my hands pulling her hair hard, and I screamed a delicious, throaty, pleasure filled scream. And I shook. Ohhhhh, how I shook. That first orgasm took me hardddddd. Yet she didn’t stop. She kissed me gently, once or twice I’m not sure, and then started up again. Finally, she slid out, and laid on top of me, kissing me gently, twisting a nipple here and there. Quietly, I asked her to fuck me again. She obliged again, such a wonderful Mistress, and crawled back to slide in again. She had barely slid halfway into me when I came right then, a quiet but shaking orgasm.
And that was just the first night! 🙂
Mistress also let me (finally) wash her hair, and her body. It was wonderful. I love being able to serve her in that way. She reciprocated, washing my body, and I purred at her touch. It’s amazing to me how much I love her hands on my body, but it’s just that love of touch and physical contact that I have.
Mistress treats me so well and I am so very blessed that I belong to her 🙂
This post has been a long time coming, but recent dreams have made it a necessity, so I can explore my thoughts on this subject.
First, so we’re all on the same page – let me do a bit of explaining. Mistress and I had been doing a little bit of reading over on Sugarbutch. Ohhhh that blog gets me in trouble. We were reading a few of the posts Sinclair writes about his daddy/girl experiences, and Mistress let it slip that she liked it. We didn’t really discuss it much more than that, but I’m pretty sure we both remember the conversation.
Then, last night, I had a dream. One of those fantastically vivid dreams. I dreamed that Mistress was fucking me hard. In a moment of childishness, I reached up, tugging on her neck and pouting a bit, and said “fuck me harder, daddy!” The dream continued and these tiny moments happened again and again. Once, as she kissed me softly, I pulled back for a moment, whispering a tiny “thank you, daddy” into her mouth. Again, as we were teasing each other in a casual foreplay. She flicked my clit just once, and a tiny “daddy” came out as a soft moan. And finally, perhaps my favorite moment of all, when we were snuggled after sex just talking softly before we fell asleep, I absentmindedly whispered “I love you daddy”, and she smiled.
When I woke up this morning, I realized that I really like all this “daddy” talk. I texted Mistress about it this afternoon, and she had just as favorable a reaction as I had. But it just makes sense. She’s my protector and always makes sure I’m happy, and she spoils me. I’m her little one, her baby. So if the occasional “daddy” slipped out during sex, I don’t think I’d be too upset. In fact, I’d probably find it incredibly sexy.
But anyway. A part of me thinks I’m just missing Mistress a lot today. It’s okay though. Four more days until I can fall asleep in her arms again.
My parting thought to you – pillow talk from what I think would be Mistress’ perspective:
All the aftercare pillowtalk when her eyes sparkle and she is flushed, glowing. All that light in her laugh and feather-soft touches make me feel easier, like I make sense. I’ve said it before but she is very easy to love, easy to spend time with, easy to adore, easy to shower with affection.
So obviously Mistress and I have a F/f relationship, but I wanted to explore why I love it so much.
Here’s what I’ve come up with:
From what I’ve experienced with Mistress, F/f BDSM relationships are sweeter. The sex is better because each knows exactly what the other wants. The snuggling and outside of D/s time is also better. We’re women 🙂
Plus, I feel less self conscious. I added two photos below. The blonde is what I /think/ I look like in submission. The other photo is what Mistress /thinks/ she looks like. But the best part is, what I /actually/ look like is sexier (in Mistress’ eyes). What Mistress /actually/ looks like is sexier in my eyes.
Honestly, don’t tell her I said this, but I think Mistress is perfect. From the curve underneath her breasts to the way her waist dips gracefully into her hips, or the dimple right where her back and her ass meet, utter perfection.
Thats all 🙂
So, last week, I didn’t earn an orgasm.
Mistress, being the kind woman she is, granted me an orgasm anyway, but through pain alone.
However, it is now Thursday of the following week and I am aching to play with my clit. Or touch my nipples. Or even to run my fingers along my slit.
This week has taught me that pleasing Mistress can’t just be an afterthought though. If I truly want to please her and earn a 3 on my chores, I have to actively work at it. Just because I do what I’m supposed to doesn’t mean I’ve earned a reward.
This brings me to my next thought – I’ve been complaining all week about how much I’d like an orgasm. However, when Mistress and I are together lately, I’ve gotten two, three, even four orgasms and she hasn’t gotten any. That’s not being submissive and serving at all. It’s something I need to work on and something I’ll definitely be addressing in my personal actions in the next few weeks.
Not only do I plan to address that, but I plan to do more things for Mistress in general, like sending her sweet/cute texts or just randomly/spontaneously doing things for her. She wakes me up every morning, helps me through all kinds of situations, and is always there for me so I plan to do more.
Well, that’s my August resolutions 🙂