I have recently learned the value of panties.
It seems Daddy doesn't like his lil girl to wear panties to bed. Even if she does wear them because they are sexy and she thinks he will enjoy them.
No.
Panties are equal to "bad girl" and this equates a spanking.
I love spankings generally. A spanking when I am bad though is a whole different animal.
The panties were quickly discarded and I was begging and pouting for Daddy to stop and that I promised to be a good girl and never wear panties to bed again!
He laughed (I adore making this man smile and laugh) and I pouted even more as the spanks continued.
Daddy's hands are cruel and he is a heartless meanie when it comes to dishing out punishment.
I am soon gasping and nearly crying, his laughter is echoing in my ears and I am ashamed that I ever wore panties in my entire life!
His gentle kisses calm me, I am still Daddy's girl even if I was naughty.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Stick Man
Last night at the Lounge there was a man wandering around with thin sticks that were bound together at one end and splaying out into sweeping fans.
I was cuddling on a bed with two of my very favorite people and watching him wander around with sticks in hand.
I kneeled up on the bed and leaned towards him as he walked by.
"Excuse me, I don't think we have met before." I held out my hand and told him my name, he told me his and my hand was firmly gripped in his, the tiny bones of my hand cupped graciously in his much larger and stronger embrace.
I felt an all to familiar stirring.
"Can you use those sticks to beat breasts?" I boldly ask him. I am still kneeling on the bed over top of the girl I was snuggling with.
"Yes, would you like to try it."
I was off the bed in a flash and my feet were following the path he set out before us. He offered the gyno table as a place to conduct our impromptu scene. I grabbed my towel and hopped up as he grabbed his toy bag and set up beside me.
I sat up as we discussed limits, I consented to the sticks and him touching me and to him kissing me. I warned him that I laugh a lot and get rather maniacal. He understood and expressed that this was not beyond his experience.
I settled back and we began.
The sticks started off rather gently, their stattaco beats nearly lulling me with the steady tempo. I moaned gently and arched my back, delightful sensations as my breasts begin to swell and my nipples harden.
I was aroused when I began and soon I am dripping, glad the towel is beneath me. I had scened earlier and had my butt completely walloped by a very dear friend who loves beating on my ass. The welts were rubbing and my bum was extremely hot.
The strikes come harder now and I squirm and wiggle, sparkles of sub space drawing me in. I laugh as he hits me harder.
The sticks are now striking my tummy and my thighs, I close my legs, my fear of inner thigh torture winning out. He strikes the tops of my legs and the exhilaration of the scene hits me full force.
His strikes are on my tit flesh again and I am cast adrift, ecstasy is a wave crashing over me. I cum. My body tensing as I curl up around myself. Not in protection of the bits he is tormenting, but in my attempt to embrace and prolong the sweet rapture.
He sets them aside and is holding me, shushing me and kissing me. I kiss him back hard, eager, thirsty for more. He feels this desperation to continue in me and eases me back against the table.
Thicker bundles of sticks in his hands as his attacks on my tender, willing flesh continue.
I am squealing and laughing in long drawn out gasps. It is amazing to balance on this high pinnacle of pain and feel every cell of my body respond by converting it to pleasure. The endorphins flooding and cascading as I gasp and reel, senseless. He is biting at my neck and shoulders, the contrast between hard bites and the sharp slapping stings from his percussion tools, serves to set me into flight.
The white light has overtaken me and my body has become a beautiful instrument of joyous bliss.
He is rubbing cool rabbit fur over me gently, I am kissing his lips, my hand caressing the smooth skin of the back of his head and neck. Clinging to him as he holds me tight, I feel so frail in his strong embrace. I murmur my thanks to him as he gently brings me back to earth and sets me on my unsteady feet.
He is kind enough to escort me to a couch where I sit and chat, more than a bit dazzled, I have no idea how coherent I was. He brought me water and a handful of grapes which I gratefully accepted. We talk briefly about how we can get in touch and where we can be found.
Sweet surrender to a man bearing sticks. It is so awesome when I can let go and allow myself to experience bottoming to a new person and new experience.
What a great way to meet new friends!
I was cuddling on a bed with two of my very favorite people and watching him wander around with sticks in hand.
I kneeled up on the bed and leaned towards him as he walked by.
"Excuse me, I don't think we have met before." I held out my hand and told him my name, he told me his and my hand was firmly gripped in his, the tiny bones of my hand cupped graciously in his much larger and stronger embrace.
I felt an all to familiar stirring.
"Can you use those sticks to beat breasts?" I boldly ask him. I am still kneeling on the bed over top of the girl I was snuggling with.
"Yes, would you like to try it."
I was off the bed in a flash and my feet were following the path he set out before us. He offered the gyno table as a place to conduct our impromptu scene. I grabbed my towel and hopped up as he grabbed his toy bag and set up beside me.
I sat up as we discussed limits, I consented to the sticks and him touching me and to him kissing me. I warned him that I laugh a lot and get rather maniacal. He understood and expressed that this was not beyond his experience.
I settled back and we began.
The sticks started off rather gently, their stattaco beats nearly lulling me with the steady tempo. I moaned gently and arched my back, delightful sensations as my breasts begin to swell and my nipples harden.
I was aroused when I began and soon I am dripping, glad the towel is beneath me. I had scened earlier and had my butt completely walloped by a very dear friend who loves beating on my ass. The welts were rubbing and my bum was extremely hot.
The strikes come harder now and I squirm and wiggle, sparkles of sub space drawing me in. I laugh as he hits me harder.
The sticks are now striking my tummy and my thighs, I close my legs, my fear of inner thigh torture winning out. He strikes the tops of my legs and the exhilaration of the scene hits me full force.
His strikes are on my tit flesh again and I am cast adrift, ecstasy is a wave crashing over me. I cum. My body tensing as I curl up around myself. Not in protection of the bits he is tormenting, but in my attempt to embrace and prolong the sweet rapture.
He sets them aside and is holding me, shushing me and kissing me. I kiss him back hard, eager, thirsty for more. He feels this desperation to continue in me and eases me back against the table.
Thicker bundles of sticks in his hands as his attacks on my tender, willing flesh continue.
I am squealing and laughing in long drawn out gasps. It is amazing to balance on this high pinnacle of pain and feel every cell of my body respond by converting it to pleasure. The endorphins flooding and cascading as I gasp and reel, senseless. He is biting at my neck and shoulders, the contrast between hard bites and the sharp slapping stings from his percussion tools, serves to set me into flight.
The white light has overtaken me and my body has become a beautiful instrument of joyous bliss.
He is rubbing cool rabbit fur over me gently, I am kissing his lips, my hand caressing the smooth skin of the back of his head and neck. Clinging to him as he holds me tight, I feel so frail in his strong embrace. I murmur my thanks to him as he gently brings me back to earth and sets me on my unsteady feet.
He is kind enough to escort me to a couch where I sit and chat, more than a bit dazzled, I have no idea how coherent I was. He brought me water and a handful of grapes which I gratefully accepted. We talk briefly about how we can get in touch and where we can be found.
Sweet surrender to a man bearing sticks. It is so awesome when I can let go and allow myself to experience bottoming to a new person and new experience.
What a great way to meet new friends!
Great Flaming Pussy Lips
I have a thing for fire. It is a rather tentative thing and when I heard that the play space I adore attending was having a fire play workshop I decided I simply must attend.
I arrived with my date and we took our seats, many familiar friendly faces already waiting for the man with the torches to begin.
The workshop was soon underway and we were taught about, flame, torches, flammable materials and safety. Being fire play is inherently risky, safety was discussed thoroughly and the importance of knowing your space and all the objects and materials around you. What can catch fire and what can put it out.
The teacher was very adept and he showed us various torches and told us how he made them. He told us about the various disadvantages and advantages to each type.
Then a stunt bottom was stripping down to start the demo.
I became very excited watching her as the flames danced around and caressed her willing body.
He demo'd various different aspects of the play and different ways to play with the fire.
When he was finished he asked if anyone else was interested in experiencing the flame.
My hand shot into the air.
Laughter was had by all as there were three of us that had all responded with the same hand in the air, waving, "PICK ME PLEASE" looks on our faces.
He picked me to go first, I stripped naked in under thirty seconds and leaped up onto the table.
He asked my date if he would like a try and he just as eagerly accepted.
My first taste of fire was from my lover running a torch over my naked skin.
Tantalizing.
Must have more was all that flashed through my mind.
The fire master had taken the small torch back from him and began playing with me.
I lay as still as I could while he slowly heated my skin with the fire. Blowing into his torches the flames danced across my skin and I felt as if I was a damsel being singed by a great fire breathing dragon.
Next he was rubbing an alcohol dipped torch across my skin and lighting it. The flame burned hot and bright along the path he chose. I squirmed and squealed, the heat intensifying and I felt the familiar dazzle of sub space beginning.
A taunting voice from the crowd (someone who knows how much of a masochist I am) "Can you light labia on fire?"
The Dom asks my consent which I readily give. His torch is rubbing alcohol and lighting my lips on fire. Blazing heat radiates down and I feel the fire inside me now, my desire a raging bonfire, lit by the torches that dance over me.
He grins down at me. "Can you use fire play on labia?"
"Yes!" I gasp out my response loudly, thrilled and aroused. I hear laughter and giggle in response.
He grabs a spray bottle of flammable liquid and starts igniting fireballs over my belly. The edges scorching at my tender flesh.
I am giggling and gasping, eyes wide open and starting amazed as the bright balls of fire do no harm to me. The flaring clouds are making me squirm and my feet are wiggling, I tell myself to just hold still!
He has lit the finger of a Kevlar glove and is tracing the hot tip over my breasts and my nipples. The heat is outrageous and and I am mesmerized by the glowing fire surrounding his hand.
He asks me to turn over, and I am quick to comply.
I feel the alcohol being dabbed onto my butt cheeks, and bursts of heat as he sets it alight. His hands are slapping my bum as he smothers the flames. He is laughing and telling our audience that this is a good example of another reason to love fire play. His humor is not lost on anyone as he lights my other cheek on fire and the slaps it out.
I am blissed and my hips are rocking into the bed beneath me. He traces some fire over my back, finishing up the scene with me.
I jump up off the table after and hug him in thanks, definitely grateful for his fiery attentions.
Great flaming pussy lips, I MUST do this again!
I arrived with my date and we took our seats, many familiar friendly faces already waiting for the man with the torches to begin.
The workshop was soon underway and we were taught about, flame, torches, flammable materials and safety. Being fire play is inherently risky, safety was discussed thoroughly and the importance of knowing your space and all the objects and materials around you. What can catch fire and what can put it out.
The teacher was very adept and he showed us various torches and told us how he made them. He told us about the various disadvantages and advantages to each type.
Then a stunt bottom was stripping down to start the demo.
I became very excited watching her as the flames danced around and caressed her willing body.
He demo'd various different aspects of the play and different ways to play with the fire.
When he was finished he asked if anyone else was interested in experiencing the flame.
My hand shot into the air.
Laughter was had by all as there were three of us that had all responded with the same hand in the air, waving, "PICK ME PLEASE" looks on our faces.
He picked me to go first, I stripped naked in under thirty seconds and leaped up onto the table.
He asked my date if he would like a try and he just as eagerly accepted.
My first taste of fire was from my lover running a torch over my naked skin.
Tantalizing.
Must have more was all that flashed through my mind.
The fire master had taken the small torch back from him and began playing with me.
I lay as still as I could while he slowly heated my skin with the fire. Blowing into his torches the flames danced across my skin and I felt as if I was a damsel being singed by a great fire breathing dragon.
Next he was rubbing an alcohol dipped torch across my skin and lighting it. The flame burned hot and bright along the path he chose. I squirmed and squealed, the heat intensifying and I felt the familiar dazzle of sub space beginning.
A taunting voice from the crowd (someone who knows how much of a masochist I am) "Can you light labia on fire?"
The Dom asks my consent which I readily give. His torch is rubbing alcohol and lighting my lips on fire. Blazing heat radiates down and I feel the fire inside me now, my desire a raging bonfire, lit by the torches that dance over me.
He grins down at me. "Can you use fire play on labia?"
"Yes!" I gasp out my response loudly, thrilled and aroused. I hear laughter and giggle in response.
He grabs a spray bottle of flammable liquid and starts igniting fireballs over my belly. The edges scorching at my tender flesh.
I am giggling and gasping, eyes wide open and starting amazed as the bright balls of fire do no harm to me. The flaring clouds are making me squirm and my feet are wiggling, I tell myself to just hold still!
He has lit the finger of a Kevlar glove and is tracing the hot tip over my breasts and my nipples. The heat is outrageous and and I am mesmerized by the glowing fire surrounding his hand.
He asks me to turn over, and I am quick to comply.
I feel the alcohol being dabbed onto my butt cheeks, and bursts of heat as he sets it alight. His hands are slapping my bum as he smothers the flames. He is laughing and telling our audience that this is a good example of another reason to love fire play. His humor is not lost on anyone as he lights my other cheek on fire and the slaps it out.
I am blissed and my hips are rocking into the bed beneath me. He traces some fire over my back, finishing up the scene with me.
I jump up off the table after and hug him in thanks, definitely grateful for his fiery attentions.
Great flaming pussy lips, I MUST do this again!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Fur
I have a very sensitive bum.
I like to feel a very large variety of sensations on my bum.
The soft spanks of a gentle lover testing out a first erotic spanking, hesitant and hands varying between cupping and flat. The sensation is teasing and fun and makes me giggle every time.
The solid thud of a flogger, held in an experienced hand. Taking his time and beating me in strong strokes that leave me weak in the knees and begging for more.
The sharp strike of a cane whipping across my ass and making me gasp at the intensity of it. The flesh welting and feeling as though it will split open.
The points of a wartenburg wheel tracking over my ass when it has been beaten and it is swollen and bruised. Making me gasp as it feels like a blade cutting into my skin.
The itchy scratching of vampire gloves as my cheeks are squeezed. I squeak and push back into them, craving more.
Fur from a rabbit flogger, soft and cool against my throbbing hot bottom. Sensory overload as I wiggle and squirm back into the caress.
Now a new favorite has emerged... the furry belly of a lover as he spoons up behind me. I wiggle and rub my sensitive skin against the warm comforting softness. Leaving me content and absolute mush in his hands.
Yummy.
I like to feel a very large variety of sensations on my bum.
The soft spanks of a gentle lover testing out a first erotic spanking, hesitant and hands varying between cupping and flat. The sensation is teasing and fun and makes me giggle every time.
The solid thud of a flogger, held in an experienced hand. Taking his time and beating me in strong strokes that leave me weak in the knees and begging for more.
The sharp strike of a cane whipping across my ass and making me gasp at the intensity of it. The flesh welting and feeling as though it will split open.
The points of a wartenburg wheel tracking over my ass when it has been beaten and it is swollen and bruised. Making me gasp as it feels like a blade cutting into my skin.
The itchy scratching of vampire gloves as my cheeks are squeezed. I squeak and push back into them, craving more.
Fur from a rabbit flogger, soft and cool against my throbbing hot bottom. Sensory overload as I wiggle and squirm back into the caress.
Now a new favorite has emerged... the furry belly of a lover as he spoons up behind me. I wiggle and rub my sensitive skin against the warm comforting softness. Leaving me content and absolute mush in his hands.
Yummy.
Vibrators
I have a dream...
I have encased her entire body in saran wrap. There is a pole that she is wrapped to. As I wrapped her up I inserted small vibrating bullets.
They are buzzing in random spots, on her thigh, on her tummy. The cleft of her bum, beside her nipple, and on the top of her mound.
The vibrations start to frustrate her as I step back and watch her squirm and try to press her tender bits to the vibrating toys that tease her.
I watch as she struggles and gasps, picking up a Hitachi Magic Wand and flipping it on low.
The buzz catches her attention immediately and she looks directly in my eyes and moans.
I flip it off.
She whimpers and wiggles even more. I move closer, still holding the magic wand and laugh as she attempts to move towards me.
I set down the wand and wiggle some of the vibes under the wrap, moving the ones near her nipples onto the edge of them and the one in her butt crack is pushed further down. The vibe on her mound is pushed up onto her tummy.
She groans as I move the last one away from the edge of her sex. I want her to feel sexual tension in every inch of her body.
I pick up the Hitachi and flip it on low.
Her fingertips are not contained and I start there, rubbing her fingertips with the wand. She moans and whimpers as I rub the wand slowly up and down her arm. Over her shoulders and down her back.
I wiggle the small vibes onto her nipples and hear her gasp as the Hitachi rubs over her bum.
She is straining against her bonds now and crying out to me "PLEASE PLEASE UHHHH" the frustration is very plain in everything she does.
She wants to cum of course.
Denied.
We did not negotiate for her orgasm, so she does not get one.
Maybe next time, is my thought as I cut her free of the wrap.
Poor girl is practically sobbing..
I have encased her entire body in saran wrap. There is a pole that she is wrapped to. As I wrapped her up I inserted small vibrating bullets.
They are buzzing in random spots, on her thigh, on her tummy. The cleft of her bum, beside her nipple, and on the top of her mound.
The vibrations start to frustrate her as I step back and watch her squirm and try to press her tender bits to the vibrating toys that tease her.
I watch as she struggles and gasps, picking up a Hitachi Magic Wand and flipping it on low.
The buzz catches her attention immediately and she looks directly in my eyes and moans.
I flip it off.
She whimpers and wiggles even more. I move closer, still holding the magic wand and laugh as she attempts to move towards me.
I set down the wand and wiggle some of the vibes under the wrap, moving the ones near her nipples onto the edge of them and the one in her butt crack is pushed further down. The vibe on her mound is pushed up onto her tummy.
She groans as I move the last one away from the edge of her sex. I want her to feel sexual tension in every inch of her body.
I pick up the Hitachi and flip it on low.
Her fingertips are not contained and I start there, rubbing her fingertips with the wand. She moans and whimpers as I rub the wand slowly up and down her arm. Over her shoulders and down her back.
I wiggle the small vibes onto her nipples and hear her gasp as the Hitachi rubs over her bum.
She is straining against her bonds now and crying out to me "PLEASE PLEASE UHHHH" the frustration is very plain in everything she does.
She wants to cum of course.
Denied.
We did not negotiate for her orgasm, so she does not get one.
Maybe next time, is my thought as I cut her free of the wrap.
Poor girl is practically sobbing..
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Risks
I do not think I am a complex person really, I have some very basic needs and desires. I am for the most part very capable of expressing my needs. I am also extremely capable of finding people to fulfill the needs and desires I express.
I am finding myself wanting something I have never wanted before. From someone I never expected to desire that way.
Surprises are abounding.
I am not sure what to do.
I have extended an offer I have never before offered and I am nervous about it. Not nervous that this person will accept.. nervous that they won't.
I am opening myself up to a new concept. I am attempting to be vulnerable.
I am terrified. Me. The girl who has the world by the tail, who is always competent and strong and who knows what she wants, is considering allowing someone else to lead a little.
Just a little. Now I await the response.. anxiously.
Risky business indeed.
I am finding myself wanting something I have never wanted before. From someone I never expected to desire that way.
Surprises are abounding.
I am not sure what to do.
I have extended an offer I have never before offered and I am nervous about it. Not nervous that this person will accept.. nervous that they won't.
I am opening myself up to a new concept. I am attempting to be vulnerable.
I am terrified. Me. The girl who has the world by the tail, who is always competent and strong and who knows what she wants, is considering allowing someone else to lead a little.
Just a little. Now I await the response.. anxiously.
Risky business indeed.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Butt Sex
I want it.. I need it..
Today I pulled out a new butt toy I have been dying to try.
This evening I have set up my play space to entice my lover into this type of play.
He knows what I want, I have even shown him the toy and asked him to use it on me.
Tonight is the night, my butt will be filled and fucked, and I will cum in the glorious intensity of it.
Yea for butt sex!
Today I pulled out a new butt toy I have been dying to try.
This evening I have set up my play space to entice my lover into this type of play.
He knows what I want, I have even shown him the toy and asked him to use it on me.
Tonight is the night, my butt will be filled and fucked, and I will cum in the glorious intensity of it.
Yea for butt sex!
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