Despite what you read, or see in porn. Sex isn't always as clean, or smooth as we would like it to be. I am sure all of us have had those, EEE,AHHH, OMG moments during sex. Here is one from this pup...that my Daddy/Dom found very, laugh out loud amusing.. me? Well, not so much. Not at the time, anyway!
After some very intense and amazing play I had been granted permission to finish him orally,
which I absolutely love doing. There is a combination of things I do
that make him crazy and give him some of his more intense orgasms.
So here I am, shaking and trembling from the already mind blowing
orgasms that have been given.. and he orders me to not take my mouth off
of him as I work him up with my hands and mouth (with yummy bubble gum
lube!) His hands still caressing and working over my very sensitive
areas, ordering me to cum and cum... that I am so excited and turned on,
and sucking good and hard.
Now, a little thing I do when he is having
his orgasm, is add more suction right as he starts to ejaculate. He says
this makes the orgasm way more powerful and intense for him. I've
always been able to do this well... but this time, I don't know if I was
because I kept having orgasms during, or just got a little to...
suction like excited.. but I actually sucked so hard that his sperm,
instead of it all just rushing down my throat some of it, came.. out..
of.. my.... nose!
I realized what was happening as I saw a drop land back on him and
felt like my nose was suddenly running! I tried to keep my shock and
utter.. omg moment to myself long enough to make sure his bed grabbing,
growl grunting intense moment was easing down.. but then sat up... and
he caught on to what just happened. This ended in him laughing his butt
off, and me sputtering and running to blow my nose and get a drink,
while trying not to crack up myself.
I guess I see the logic of how it happened, but .. seriously?! lol!
Previously known as 'Daddy holds my hand'. Away for a long period, but back and starting fresh!
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
5 Lessons Learned:
*Another old, but favorite post.. I really need to make an updated list!*
When over Daddy's knee getting punished, do not casually try to stick lucky charms in Daddy's uniform pockets. (Daddy and I had been snacking on dry lucky charms before hand) Daddy will notice, and Daddy will give you extra swats for this!
Hiding Daddy's belt or other tools only leads to even more trouble.
Don't get ideas from threads on fetlife that other slaves/baby girls/subs have tried to get away with... furthermore, don't laugh your butt off while reading said threads when Daddy is near by. This results in knowing the next time you get a long session of spanking, a picture of the end results will be taken and posted on fetlife, and you are told you will post a note in your profile stating that every time you get into trouble, said photo will become your profile picture. :P (This has yet to happen, but shhh, don't tell!)
Do not try to hold Daddy's hands behind his head or top him in any way... Daddy is strong and can lift you upside down without much effort! :o
You never know what Daddy is really thinking during punishment. Example, Daddy says pick one.. the hairbrush or belt. You fear the back of the hairbrush, for you've heard so many say how bad it stings. You pick the belt. The belt gets put away... Daddy says, I didn't say what you were picking for baby girl! (I'm sitting on a pillow today!)
In living in the DaddyDom/baby girl lifestyle 24/7 I find myself being torn with being that sweet baby girl that will do anything to please Daddy. Or being a little, bratty to push the boundaries and see what I can get away with. I never go into being disrespectful areas, or things that I know will seriously make Daddy angry, but those little things that to him,make me cute and sassy - well, those are another thing...um, right? I know Daddy doesn't want a doormat. But I also know Daddy doesn't want disrespect or serious rule breaking. I think so far I've kept a pretty good balance, but I tend to wonder - how many subs out there get that urge to be a little imp and see what you can get away with?
I know there are some that just purely like being bratty. I know many define bratty in different ways also. Being a brat I hear is being disrespectful or not knowing when is too much or when to stop. Being bratty on the other hand I've heard is more like the things I've been testing the waters with. I would never actually try to top Daddy. He is the dominant, he always has been. I respect,love and need that...
But, this baby girl has a lot of ornery streaks in her, for sure!
When over Daddy's knee getting punished, do not casually try to stick lucky charms in Daddy's uniform pockets. (Daddy and I had been snacking on dry lucky charms before hand) Daddy will notice, and Daddy will give you extra swats for this!
Hiding Daddy's belt or other tools only leads to even more trouble.
Don't get ideas from threads on fetlife that other slaves/baby girls/subs have tried to get away with... furthermore, don't laugh your butt off while reading said threads when Daddy is near by. This results in knowing the next time you get a long session of spanking, a picture of the end results will be taken and posted on fetlife, and you are told you will post a note in your profile stating that every time you get into trouble, said photo will become your profile picture. :P (This has yet to happen, but shhh, don't tell!)
Do not try to hold Daddy's hands behind his head or top him in any way... Daddy is strong and can lift you upside down without much effort! :o
You never know what Daddy is really thinking during punishment. Example, Daddy says pick one.. the hairbrush or belt. You fear the back of the hairbrush, for you've heard so many say how bad it stings. You pick the belt. The belt gets put away... Daddy says, I didn't say what you were picking for baby girl! (I'm sitting on a pillow today!)
In living in the DaddyDom/baby girl lifestyle 24/7 I find myself being torn with being that sweet baby girl that will do anything to please Daddy. Or being a little, bratty to push the boundaries and see what I can get away with. I never go into being disrespectful areas, or things that I know will seriously make Daddy angry, but those little things that to him,make me cute and sassy - well, those are another thing...um, right? I know Daddy doesn't want a doormat. But I also know Daddy doesn't want disrespect or serious rule breaking. I think so far I've kept a pretty good balance, but I tend to wonder - how many subs out there get that urge to be a little imp and see what you can get away with?
I know there are some that just purely like being bratty. I know many define bratty in different ways also. Being a brat I hear is being disrespectful or not knowing when is too much or when to stop. Being bratty on the other hand I've heard is more like the things I've been testing the waters with. I would never actually try to top Daddy. He is the dominant, he always has been. I respect,love and need that...
But, this baby girl has a lot of ornery streaks in her, for sure!
Shower Punishment.
As I enter the room, i hear the spray of the shower. Images of You
standing under the cascading waters create stirrings in my groin.
Smiling to myself, i shake my head and begin to change into my pajamas.
Yet, the more i try to ignore the sounds — and the accompanying thoughts
— the more pervasive they become.
Without warning i find myself debating in my mind — my body wants to follow the sounds; my mind is staying stay, for i know i am supposed to do as Daddy says. And Daddy’s orders are to change into my nightgown and be prepared and ready for inspection.
Standing outside the bathroom door; i don’t even recall crossing the room… my hand reaches for the knob. Now there is a full-blown war between subconscious desires and conscious caution. Part of me wants so very much to enter — part of me is warning me to stay out. What if You become angry at the invasion? What if You become angry at my disobedient action? But … even as i ponder these questions i find the door slowly swinging open… my feet betray me and i slip into the bathroom.
The clouds of steam give it an surreal feeling.
The moist heat surrounds me…i gaze at your outline through the opaque glass of the shower doors. Desire floods my body. The trembling in my body is a combination of fear and yearning. Fear that you will be so very angry with me — yearning for You and the rapture that You can bring forth in me.
You are still unaware of my presence….i can still flee. But, while i decide to back out of the room while i still can, i instead find myself sliding the shower door open… my legs feel like jello being rippled in a bowl — i can no longer hide…i see the look of surprise on your face. Searching Your eyes for any hint of displeasure, i stand just outside the shower.
The water now spraying me, dampening my gown. Madly i try to think of a logical explanation for my presence!
You see my feet shuffle, as i look up at You with my big green eyes. You look amused, but still have that ‘Daddy look’ as Your eyes narrow down at me. “Is something wrong, baby girl?” You ask, with almost a sly tone. Biting at my lip, i can only shake my head and lower my eyes. Your strong hand reaches out and lifts my chin… i know this means You want me to make eye contact with You. Looking up again, i fumble to find the words that are dashing through my head, but can only manage a small stutter. “Speak up, and clearly now, princess… like you’ve been taught.” You say sternly.
“Yes Daddy, i.. i just wanted to, well – see You is all.”
You know there is more to it, for You know Your baby girl better than anyone.
“Is baby girl disobeying by not preparing for Daddy as she was instructed to do?” You ask, with that matter of fact tone You have mastered so well. Feeling the butterflies in my tummy start to flap around like crazy, i try to think of a way to justify why i am standing before you, now with a damp gown.. and quivering legs. Failing this attempt, i can only muster out a…”Yes Daddy…” as i lower my head again.
Your arms reach out and smoothly pull me into the shower…i feel Your hands sliding my gown off my shoulders. It slithers down my body, dropping in a pile at my feet. You reach out for me. Your hand takes mine. Your hand, so strong neither draws me in nor pushes me away. The water begins to cover me. As You draw me even closer to You, i feel the surges of emotion sweep through my body. Every nerve is now alive and signaling. You lower Your head — Your mouth covering mine. The kiss is gentle yet provocative. As You slide Your arms around my shoulders to draw me even closer, my mind finds sanctuary. Your tongue now probing my lips and my own tongue slides out to entwine and dance with yours. Waves of desire flood my being.
My small breasts press against Your wet chest, the water lubricating our bodies so that we glide together. The swelling of Your staff presses between my legs. Pulling Your head back enough to meet my eyes again, You remind me that i have still disobeyed You. And while You do not ever get angry with me for wanting to see or be with You.. when i am told to do something, it is to be done. You tell me that while it is ok that i need You, a baby girl must learn patience and do as she is told, when she is told.
Knowing You are right, as Daddy always is… i softly tell You i am sorry for misbehaving. You reach out and wipe away the first fallen tear from my eyes, and kiss my nose before turning my body around and instruct me to get into position. Realizing that You are about to punish me here and now, i instantly squirm, knowing that the water is going to make it sting that much more. But, not wanting to further disobey, i lean my body forward and brace myself against the shower wall. The water splashes down on my bottom and i feel Your hand gently caressing the soon to be very red flesh.
You take your time, and the anticipation of what is to come rushes through me. You’ve never actually spanked me fully in the shower, beyond a slap here or there for fun or reminder when i tend to get carried away when washing Daddy. Feeling my legs tremble, i start to squirm again… causing You to grab a hold of my hips, and tell me sternly to stay still.. or it will be much more severe. With the words “Yes Daddy..” getting caught in my throat, i feel the first sting of Your hand hit the right cheek. Before i can even mutter out a ‘one..’ i feel it again on the left side. You’ve gone straight to business… right to left… right to left… each starting to sting more than the last. Tears start to fill my eyes, but i am also suddenly having a war in my mind about the water… for it is making each smack sting that much more.. but also, i have hopes that it will somewhat conceal how wet i am becoming between my legs.
Feeling Daddy pause, i stay in position.. knowing better than to move until Daddy says so. I then feel Daddy lathering soap over the already stinging spots… at first it feels soothing, but Oh! how the stings kick in. Trying with all my might not to start squirming again, i feel my knees bend forward… You take one strong arm and hold me at the hips, as the other instantly goes back to the punishment of spanking Your little girl’s ass.
Emotions sweep through me as the quivering within becomes a sensation of infinite pleasure.Your hands skillfully deliver each swat and with each one, i feel more and more release. How i thrive on Your authority.. the feel of Your hands How secure i feel as You draw me even closer to You after delivering the final swats. Feeling Your shaft press against me, my hips begin a gentle rotation … pressing against Yours…i feel Your Stiffness sliding along my mound … i press against it more. Your hands run down my back … fingers gently rubbing my spine — searching for each area; massaging; rubbing. You again take the soap and begin to thoroughly lather my body. Working in small circles, You watch the white bubbles cover my skin as Your hands slide across my breasts, You hear a moan emanate from deep within me. Your fingers toy with my distended nipples.
Time loses all meaning as we move together under the warm mist of the shower spray. Each passing second increasing the desires until it would seem that our bodies must explode…i take the soap and work up even more lather…i ask You for permission to lather up Your now very erect cock.
The soap falls from my hands as i tilt my head back to kiss you…my tongue probing your mouth. Finally drawing away, i bend forward to pick up the soap … a smile toying with my lips. i enjoy the pretense of ‘just picking up the soap’ as though i am not aware that Your staff is now pressed against the tight opening. Using my body to signal You that i want You to penetrate me — to press into that tight, quivering hole. Knowing that You will move slowly inwards until the muscles relent to the pressure of Your staff and accept the pleasures of stimulation being offered…i derive immense pleasure from the twinge of discomfort at first being entered there. The muscles relent at Your steady pressure and You slide in … so very, very slowly. Your hands reaching under to caress my breasts, massaging them…my nipples pressed between Your fingers send shocks through my body as i press backwards against You, wanting You fully within me.
You order me to reach down to caress myself … igniting flames of sensations that flood my being as You begin to pump. Now, the muscles are responding to the pleasant stimulation and also sending currents of ecstasy through my body. Mewing cries of pleasure escape my lips … You allow the passions to erupt and thrust in harder and faster — plunging into me i feel the warmth as Your fluids flood me. Your moans of release filling my ears and my approaching orgasm starts to climbs to unknown peaks. Breathlessly, i ask for permission to come for Daddy… “Please Daddy, please can i come…” i beg… feeling Your arms tighten around me, You tell me i will do no such thing at this moment… but i will wash up, and go finish preparing as You originally instructed.. and we will see about release if you behave this time….
Without warning i find myself debating in my mind — my body wants to follow the sounds; my mind is staying stay, for i know i am supposed to do as Daddy says. And Daddy’s orders are to change into my nightgown and be prepared and ready for inspection.
Standing outside the bathroom door; i don’t even recall crossing the room… my hand reaches for the knob. Now there is a full-blown war between subconscious desires and conscious caution. Part of me wants so very much to enter — part of me is warning me to stay out. What if You become angry at the invasion? What if You become angry at my disobedient action? But … even as i ponder these questions i find the door slowly swinging open… my feet betray me and i slip into the bathroom.
The clouds of steam give it an surreal feeling.
The moist heat surrounds me…i gaze at your outline through the opaque glass of the shower doors. Desire floods my body. The trembling in my body is a combination of fear and yearning. Fear that you will be so very angry with me — yearning for You and the rapture that You can bring forth in me.
You are still unaware of my presence….i can still flee. But, while i decide to back out of the room while i still can, i instead find myself sliding the shower door open… my legs feel like jello being rippled in a bowl — i can no longer hide…i see the look of surprise on your face. Searching Your eyes for any hint of displeasure, i stand just outside the shower.
The water now spraying me, dampening my gown. Madly i try to think of a logical explanation for my presence!
You see my feet shuffle, as i look up at You with my big green eyes. You look amused, but still have that ‘Daddy look’ as Your eyes narrow down at me. “Is something wrong, baby girl?” You ask, with almost a sly tone. Biting at my lip, i can only shake my head and lower my eyes. Your strong hand reaches out and lifts my chin… i know this means You want me to make eye contact with You. Looking up again, i fumble to find the words that are dashing through my head, but can only manage a small stutter. “Speak up, and clearly now, princess… like you’ve been taught.” You say sternly.
“Yes Daddy, i.. i just wanted to, well – see You is all.”
You know there is more to it, for You know Your baby girl better than anyone.
“Is baby girl disobeying by not preparing for Daddy as she was instructed to do?” You ask, with that matter of fact tone You have mastered so well. Feeling the butterflies in my tummy start to flap around like crazy, i try to think of a way to justify why i am standing before you, now with a damp gown.. and quivering legs. Failing this attempt, i can only muster out a…”Yes Daddy…” as i lower my head again.
Your arms reach out and smoothly pull me into the shower…i feel Your hands sliding my gown off my shoulders. It slithers down my body, dropping in a pile at my feet. You reach out for me. Your hand takes mine. Your hand, so strong neither draws me in nor pushes me away. The water begins to cover me. As You draw me even closer to You, i feel the surges of emotion sweep through my body. Every nerve is now alive and signaling. You lower Your head — Your mouth covering mine. The kiss is gentle yet provocative. As You slide Your arms around my shoulders to draw me even closer, my mind finds sanctuary. Your tongue now probing my lips and my own tongue slides out to entwine and dance with yours. Waves of desire flood my being.
My small breasts press against Your wet chest, the water lubricating our bodies so that we glide together. The swelling of Your staff presses between my legs. Pulling Your head back enough to meet my eyes again, You remind me that i have still disobeyed You. And while You do not ever get angry with me for wanting to see or be with You.. when i am told to do something, it is to be done. You tell me that while it is ok that i need You, a baby girl must learn patience and do as she is told, when she is told.
Knowing You are right, as Daddy always is… i softly tell You i am sorry for misbehaving. You reach out and wipe away the first fallen tear from my eyes, and kiss my nose before turning my body around and instruct me to get into position. Realizing that You are about to punish me here and now, i instantly squirm, knowing that the water is going to make it sting that much more. But, not wanting to further disobey, i lean my body forward and brace myself against the shower wall. The water splashes down on my bottom and i feel Your hand gently caressing the soon to be very red flesh.
You take your time, and the anticipation of what is to come rushes through me. You’ve never actually spanked me fully in the shower, beyond a slap here or there for fun or reminder when i tend to get carried away when washing Daddy. Feeling my legs tremble, i start to squirm again… causing You to grab a hold of my hips, and tell me sternly to stay still.. or it will be much more severe. With the words “Yes Daddy..” getting caught in my throat, i feel the first sting of Your hand hit the right cheek. Before i can even mutter out a ‘one..’ i feel it again on the left side. You’ve gone straight to business… right to left… right to left… each starting to sting more than the last. Tears start to fill my eyes, but i am also suddenly having a war in my mind about the water… for it is making each smack sting that much more.. but also, i have hopes that it will somewhat conceal how wet i am becoming between my legs.
Feeling Daddy pause, i stay in position.. knowing better than to move until Daddy says so. I then feel Daddy lathering soap over the already stinging spots… at first it feels soothing, but Oh! how the stings kick in. Trying with all my might not to start squirming again, i feel my knees bend forward… You take one strong arm and hold me at the hips, as the other instantly goes back to the punishment of spanking Your little girl’s ass.
Emotions sweep through me as the quivering within becomes a sensation of infinite pleasure.Your hands skillfully deliver each swat and with each one, i feel more and more release. How i thrive on Your authority.. the feel of Your hands How secure i feel as You draw me even closer to You after delivering the final swats. Feeling Your shaft press against me, my hips begin a gentle rotation … pressing against Yours…i feel Your Stiffness sliding along my mound … i press against it more. Your hands run down my back … fingers gently rubbing my spine — searching for each area; massaging; rubbing. You again take the soap and begin to thoroughly lather my body. Working in small circles, You watch the white bubbles cover my skin as Your hands slide across my breasts, You hear a moan emanate from deep within me. Your fingers toy with my distended nipples.
Time loses all meaning as we move together under the warm mist of the shower spray. Each passing second increasing the desires until it would seem that our bodies must explode…i take the soap and work up even more lather…i ask You for permission to lather up Your now very erect cock.
The soap falls from my hands as i tilt my head back to kiss you…my tongue probing your mouth. Finally drawing away, i bend forward to pick up the soap … a smile toying with my lips. i enjoy the pretense of ‘just picking up the soap’ as though i am not aware that Your staff is now pressed against the tight opening. Using my body to signal You that i want You to penetrate me — to press into that tight, quivering hole. Knowing that You will move slowly inwards until the muscles relent to the pressure of Your staff and accept the pleasures of stimulation being offered…i derive immense pleasure from the twinge of discomfort at first being entered there. The muscles relent at Your steady pressure and You slide in … so very, very slowly. Your hands reaching under to caress my breasts, massaging them…my nipples pressed between Your fingers send shocks through my body as i press backwards against You, wanting You fully within me.
You order me to reach down to caress myself … igniting flames of sensations that flood my being as You begin to pump. Now, the muscles are responding to the pleasant stimulation and also sending currents of ecstasy through my body. Mewing cries of pleasure escape my lips … You allow the passions to erupt and thrust in harder and faster — plunging into me i feel the warmth as Your fluids flood me. Your moans of release filling my ears and my approaching orgasm starts to climbs to unknown peaks. Breathlessly, i ask for permission to come for Daddy… “Please Daddy, please can i come…” i beg… feeling Your arms tighten around me, You tell me i will do no such thing at this moment… but i will wash up, and go finish preparing as You originally instructed.. and we will see about release if you behave this time….
The Storm.
She felt the storm flow through her body, energizing her with its
power. She had always been like this, restless, feeling the blood
rushing madly through her veins, the warm rain pelting down on her face.
He could feel the tension in her too. She practically radiated it. She
stood there, eyes closed feeling everything. It set her nerves on edge.
He went to her, and placed His hands on her shoulders. She didn’t move a muscle. Slowly, He slid His hands down her arms, moving to her waist and pulling her to His body. She trembled slightly, her hands curling into fists in an attempt to subdue the turmoil within her. Still her eyes remained closed.
He could feel the electricity in the air. It made Him a little crazy too. He bent down to her ear. Very deliberately, He blew softly into it. She gave a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press herself into His body.
He took her weight easily as He ran one hand through her wet hair.
Her hands clutched at His back, as her lips claimed His. This was no warm, loving kiss. Her tongue thrust into His mouth, boldly demanding a response. He gave it. His hand molded her body against His as He let loose all the wildness He restrained with everyone but her.
Lightning flashed above them lighting up the clearing for a split second. She jerked against Him, hands clenching behind His back. Then suddenly she shoved Him away and ran. He stood frozen in shock… what was His little one up to now? Then He was after her.
They ran deeper into the woods. The rain was coming down so hard that He could barely make her out in front of Him. She was running so fast that He was scared that she would slip on the muddy ground and slide down one of the steep inclines. Amazingly she stayed on her feet, still racing with the wind. Her exultant laughter floated back on the wind to Him.
Suddenly she slid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath, laughing breathlessly still. He pulled her upright and propped her against a tree. Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered against her brow but she was more alive now than He had ever seen her. Her eyes were aglow as she threw back her head, stretched her arms out and yelled.
Her eyes came back to His face. He saw the power in her eyes, and suddenly He had the wild notion that the storm’s energy was in her, being channeled somehow through her to the outside. Her gaze intensified. Her lips parted, her tongue slipped out to slide delicately over her lower lip.
“Do you want me, Daddy?” Her voice was lower and huskier than normal.
“How could I not…” He answered, His eyes drinking in the sight of her moving slowly against the tree. She held out a hand to Him.
“Then take me, Daddy…”
He pressed her down onto the wet grass. She let her body fall with His, melt into the ground. Then swiftly, she twisted out from under His body, threw a leg over Him and propped herself over Him, her face alight with triumph. She caught His wrists and dragged them over His head, holding them down to the ground. She knew He wasn’t using His strength, for she could never top her Daddy, and she knew she would probably pay dearly for her bravery… but something inside her had taken over. Slowly, she stretched out over Him, her breasts poised over Him, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet fabric.
“Baby girl….”
“You like, Daddy?” she purred.
“Like? Here’s how much I like…”
He threw her off, pinned her down easily, shifting to let her feel His obvious arousal against her thigh.
“Tell me. How much do you want Daddy inside of you?”
She groaned in response, thrusting up her hips against Him. He laughed softly then bent down to suck her earlobe into His mouth. She tried to squirm away from Him.
“Do you want to feel my tongue against your little clit? Do you want to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?” came a low, deliciously husky voice in her ear.
“Yes!” she gasped, as the vibration of His voice sent tiny muscle spasms running down her side. A wet tongue slid around the shell of her ear. She shrieked. Dammit, He knew perfectly well that her right ear was one of her most sensitive spots! Then the lightning flashed again and she was arching against Him, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power.
“Yes, what…?” He demanded.
“Yes, Daddy…! Please, i need you now…” she groaned. He cocked His head in mock surprise.
“Now where’s that little one who spends our nights endlessly trying to tease Daddy? Can’t baby girl stand it when the shoe’s on the other foot?” He bent down swiftly to sweep His tongue over the sensitive side of her neck. She groaned as her body continued to move restlessly under Him.
“Too bad.” He continued silkily. “Daddy is going to take His time and see that baby girl goes crazy with pleasure.”
Swiftly He came to His feet and reached down to pull her up. Backing away slightly, His intense eyes holding hers, He began to strip. Her heart leapt into her throat and stayed there as He finally stood there in front of her. A wave of faintness swept over her as her eyes traveled over His body.
“Undress yourself… now, baby girl.” He ordered His eyes still on hers.
Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, she lifted her hands to her buttons and began to shed her clothes, unconsciously using the grace inherent in her. Soon she too was bare; her skin prickling in the wind that rustled the leaves around them. He made the first step, backing her into a tree.
The feel of His firm body pressed against hers, the hardness of His penis trapped against the soft flesh of her tummy. The knot of tension within her tightened as her breathing shallowed.
He bent His head ever so slowly to nuzzle at her neck. A wet tongue stroked up to her ear and then down again, tantalizing every single nerve ending on the way. Her nails dug into His forearms as muscles in her buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness.
Thunder crashed above them and a fresh fall of rain made its way through the leaf cover onto them. The heat of His body burned through the chill as His hands moved over her body, touching, stroking, and spreading the water over her breasts. Suddenly, she came to life again, wrapping her arms around His neck and pulling His head down for an intense, satisfying kiss. One bare leg lifted and hooked over His hip as she pulled Him into her body.
He could feel the heat of her groin pressing against His hip, more than just tempting Him to plunge into its warm depths. But He was enjoying Himself way too much to end it so soon. Instead, He slipped one hand down her side, followed the smooth curve of her bottom and stroked along her raised thigh. He broke away from their kiss, and smoothly turned her and placed her hands against the tree. In one quick motion He pulled a twig down off the branch above and stroked it along her bottom. Feeling her breath deepen as she heard the twig break then stroke her wet flesh. She had known better than to try and take some control, she didn’t even want it. Then she felt the first sting and she gave a sharp gasp. Sensations flooded her as she felt Him take back the control, the power she always needed Him to have. What was she thinking, running from Him… teasing Him… she knew better? But now, He was making it right, correcting His little girl… and oh how she longed for it.
She gave another sharp gasp as the twig met her bottom again and again, pressing her palms against the tree.
His cool fingers parted her outer lips and suddenly drove into her. He could fell her inner muscles contracting around His fingers and He crooked them forwards and found her G-spot. Slowly He started to stroke the sensitive tissue, softly at first and then with more pressure.
She buried her face into her arms, stifling her moans and cries. Her nails dug into the hard bark of the tree as she held on for dear life. Carefully, He added His thumb to the concerto, finding her throbbing clitoris and started on the exact same rhythm He was using inside her.
“Daddy, Please…”
“Relax. Don’t fight It.” He murmured into her ear, as He started up again.
“Oh God… please… Daddy… “
He sped up the tempo. Harsh cries started to escape her, her body tensing up against Him. She had never felt such violent pleasure in her life. She needed to scream, to tear into Him, anything to keep her from going insane.
He managed to keep her upright as her legs gave way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of His fingers intense all the while. His own body was on fire, as He felt her muscles start to contract involuntarily. Her scream came with the thunder, and then again and again as her orgasms tore into her with a force she had never imagined.
He held her then, feeling the aftershocks run through her exhausted body long after she came. His own body was throbbing unmercifully after watching her explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into her with all the power He had.
He looked at His baby girl, and could see the impish glint return to her eyes as she turned to face Him. A very familiar smile spread over her lips… Now, where was i, Daddy?
He went to her, and placed His hands on her shoulders. She didn’t move a muscle. Slowly, He slid His hands down her arms, moving to her waist and pulling her to His body. She trembled slightly, her hands curling into fists in an attempt to subdue the turmoil within her. Still her eyes remained closed.
He could feel the electricity in the air. It made Him a little crazy too. He bent down to her ear. Very deliberately, He blew softly into it. She gave a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press herself into His body.
He took her weight easily as He ran one hand through her wet hair.
Her hands clutched at His back, as her lips claimed His. This was no warm, loving kiss. Her tongue thrust into His mouth, boldly demanding a response. He gave it. His hand molded her body against His as He let loose all the wildness He restrained with everyone but her.
Lightning flashed above them lighting up the clearing for a split second. She jerked against Him, hands clenching behind His back. Then suddenly she shoved Him away and ran. He stood frozen in shock… what was His little one up to now? Then He was after her.
They ran deeper into the woods. The rain was coming down so hard that He could barely make her out in front of Him. She was running so fast that He was scared that she would slip on the muddy ground and slide down one of the steep inclines. Amazingly she stayed on her feet, still racing with the wind. Her exultant laughter floated back on the wind to Him.
Suddenly she slid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath, laughing breathlessly still. He pulled her upright and propped her against a tree. Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered against her brow but she was more alive now than He had ever seen her. Her eyes were aglow as she threw back her head, stretched her arms out and yelled.
Her eyes came back to His face. He saw the power in her eyes, and suddenly He had the wild notion that the storm’s energy was in her, being channeled somehow through her to the outside. Her gaze intensified. Her lips parted, her tongue slipped out to slide delicately over her lower lip.
“Do you want me, Daddy?” Her voice was lower and huskier than normal.
“How could I not…” He answered, His eyes drinking in the sight of her moving slowly against the tree. She held out a hand to Him.
“Then take me, Daddy…”
He pressed her down onto the wet grass. She let her body fall with His, melt into the ground. Then swiftly, she twisted out from under His body, threw a leg over Him and propped herself over Him, her face alight with triumph. She caught His wrists and dragged them over His head, holding them down to the ground. She knew He wasn’t using His strength, for she could never top her Daddy, and she knew she would probably pay dearly for her bravery… but something inside her had taken over. Slowly, she stretched out over Him, her breasts poised over Him, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet fabric.
“Baby girl….”
“You like, Daddy?” she purred.
“Like? Here’s how much I like…”
He threw her off, pinned her down easily, shifting to let her feel His obvious arousal against her thigh.
“Tell me. How much do you want Daddy inside of you?”
She groaned in response, thrusting up her hips against Him. He laughed softly then bent down to suck her earlobe into His mouth. She tried to squirm away from Him.
“Do you want to feel my tongue against your little clit? Do you want to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?” came a low, deliciously husky voice in her ear.
“Yes!” she gasped, as the vibration of His voice sent tiny muscle spasms running down her side. A wet tongue slid around the shell of her ear. She shrieked. Dammit, He knew perfectly well that her right ear was one of her most sensitive spots! Then the lightning flashed again and she was arching against Him, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power.
“Yes, what…?” He demanded.
“Yes, Daddy…! Please, i need you now…” she groaned. He cocked His head in mock surprise.
“Now where’s that little one who spends our nights endlessly trying to tease Daddy? Can’t baby girl stand it when the shoe’s on the other foot?” He bent down swiftly to sweep His tongue over the sensitive side of her neck. She groaned as her body continued to move restlessly under Him.
“Too bad.” He continued silkily. “Daddy is going to take His time and see that baby girl goes crazy with pleasure.”
Swiftly He came to His feet and reached down to pull her up. Backing away slightly, His intense eyes holding hers, He began to strip. Her heart leapt into her throat and stayed there as He finally stood there in front of her. A wave of faintness swept over her as her eyes traveled over His body.
“Undress yourself… now, baby girl.” He ordered His eyes still on hers.
Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, she lifted her hands to her buttons and began to shed her clothes, unconsciously using the grace inherent in her. Soon she too was bare; her skin prickling in the wind that rustled the leaves around them. He made the first step, backing her into a tree.
The feel of His firm body pressed against hers, the hardness of His penis trapped against the soft flesh of her tummy. The knot of tension within her tightened as her breathing shallowed.
He bent His head ever so slowly to nuzzle at her neck. A wet tongue stroked up to her ear and then down again, tantalizing every single nerve ending on the way. Her nails dug into His forearms as muscles in her buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness.
Thunder crashed above them and a fresh fall of rain made its way through the leaf cover onto them. The heat of His body burned through the chill as His hands moved over her body, touching, stroking, and spreading the water over her breasts. Suddenly, she came to life again, wrapping her arms around His neck and pulling His head down for an intense, satisfying kiss. One bare leg lifted and hooked over His hip as she pulled Him into her body.
He could feel the heat of her groin pressing against His hip, more than just tempting Him to plunge into its warm depths. But He was enjoying Himself way too much to end it so soon. Instead, He slipped one hand down her side, followed the smooth curve of her bottom and stroked along her raised thigh. He broke away from their kiss, and smoothly turned her and placed her hands against the tree. In one quick motion He pulled a twig down off the branch above and stroked it along her bottom. Feeling her breath deepen as she heard the twig break then stroke her wet flesh. She had known better than to try and take some control, she didn’t even want it. Then she felt the first sting and she gave a sharp gasp. Sensations flooded her as she felt Him take back the control, the power she always needed Him to have. What was she thinking, running from Him… teasing Him… she knew better? But now, He was making it right, correcting His little girl… and oh how she longed for it.
She gave another sharp gasp as the twig met her bottom again and again, pressing her palms against the tree.
His cool fingers parted her outer lips and suddenly drove into her. He could fell her inner muscles contracting around His fingers and He crooked them forwards and found her G-spot. Slowly He started to stroke the sensitive tissue, softly at first and then with more pressure.
She buried her face into her arms, stifling her moans and cries. Her nails dug into the hard bark of the tree as she held on for dear life. Carefully, He added His thumb to the concerto, finding her throbbing clitoris and started on the exact same rhythm He was using inside her.
“Daddy, Please…”
“Relax. Don’t fight It.” He murmured into her ear, as He started up again.
“Oh God… please… Daddy… “
He sped up the tempo. Harsh cries started to escape her, her body tensing up against Him. She had never felt such violent pleasure in her life. She needed to scream, to tear into Him, anything to keep her from going insane.
He managed to keep her upright as her legs gave way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of His fingers intense all the while. His own body was on fire, as He felt her muscles start to contract involuntarily. Her scream came with the thunder, and then again and again as her orgasms tore into her with a force she had never imagined.
He held her then, feeling the aftershocks run through her exhausted body long after she came. His own body was throbbing unmercifully after watching her explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into her with all the power He had.
He looked at His baby girl, and could see the impish glint return to her eyes as she turned to face Him. A very familiar smile spread over her lips… Now, where was i, Daddy?
Sister Fantasy.
Daddy has this very skilled way of talking to me during sex or
playtime. His voice is always confident and strong. Never missing a word
or stumbling with what to say next. He always knows what to say that
will make me pant,squirm and beg for more. But, me on the other hand..
while i know i am very skillful in a lot of things in bed, this is not
my strongest area, i become so aroused that i am moaning, squirming and
trying to form a coherent sentence in my head. It doesn’t always work!
Instead… Yes Daddy, Oh pleassse Daddy, Mm, fuck me Daddy, i’ll be a good
girl Daddy.. a lot of moaning and so on comes out. This is something
that i think Daddy wants me to work on, but that is actually not going
to be the point of this post.
Recently, Daddy asked me if there has been any new fantasies i have had lately, and to share them with Him. The first fantasy that rushed into my head, was one that has been frequent to me, especially during assigned playtime. (Times when Daddy tells me to play, with fingers/toy or whatever for a certain amount of time, but not cum unless I have permission.) Telling Daddy of this fantasy lead to Daddy talking dirty like to me, involving different scenarios of it, and asking me if baby girl would like this, or that and so on. Just hearing Daddy sternly talk to me in any way gets my juices flowing, but adding this fantasy in, oh wow. Talk about turning into a quivering wet baby girl!
So i got to thinking, where better to share this fantasy, but here? In my head, the fantasy goes something like this:
Daddy has let me have a play date. Or perhaps a sister. Daddy is off at work, and us girls are left home to do our chores and behave ’till Daddy returns home. Trying to be good girls for Daddy, we do some chores. But, naturally our impish sides come out, and we keep teasing each other. Laughing, tickling, pillow fights.. just doing what girls do. Perhaps we’d sneak into the ice cream. And perhaps some ice cream would drip down onto her neck and i would not be able to resist leaning forward to lick it off. Or maybe boredom would kick in, and we’d sneak into my paints. Before long, the paint would be more on us, than the canvas or paper. Of course this would mean we’d start to paint and decorate each other. Adding some glitter, some sparkle.. ooo pretty colors. Painting her pretty breasts in a nice purple or pink. Hands getting very curious and paint going everywhere! We’d lose track of time, the ice cream would be setting on the counter melting. paint all over us, and we’d hear the door. Daddy’s voice will call into us, and we’d scurry around, busted and dirty, and…. very wet. Daddy finds us, and we instantly see that Daddy look cross over his face, and we’d know right off how much trouble we are in. He’d investigate to see just how much trouble we’ve made while He was working, and we’d be sent to our baths to get cleaned up before punishment. Daddy would not let us play with the toy duck, or bubbles, but to get straight in and wash, and be waiting for Him in the correct position for when He is ready to deal with His two little imps.
Nervously we wash each other, sneaking a kiss here, and a grope there. But quickly, for we know how much trouble we are in! Drying each other off like good girls, and picking some nice clean undies, we hurry into the bedroom and get into position. Waiting, and waiting the nerves start to grow more. Once in awhile we exchange a glance and try to stay very quiet as we know Daddy is out looking at the messes we’ve made. When Daddy does arrive to punish us, our eyes get wide as Daddy slides off His work belt. The noise of the quick slick motion causes us to shiver. Daddy lectures us for disobeying His rules, and sternly asks us who started the mess. Who left the ice cream out, and were we allowed to sneak into the goodies?
The lecture continues, and we sniffle a little. Biting my lip, i wonder who will be first in punishment. Not much time is granted for me to wonder my thought though, for Daddy stands in front of me. Looking up, i whisper.. “baby girl is so sorry Daddy… we.. we….” Hush, is all Daddy says in response before motioning me to lean over the bed. Not wanting to make Daddy more angry i rush onto the bed… my eyes close tightly as Daddy slides down the clean panties me and sissy had picked for each other after bath. Then, i feel Him place her next to me. Both of our rears exposed and upright on the bed. my heart skips a beat as i hear Daddy begin to lecture us on being good little girls, and how disappointed Daddy is that we decided to break His rules. Swallowing hard, there is not even time to try to whimper another apology before i feel the sting of Daddy’s belt hit my backside. One, after another… but terrible of me, i forget to count. Daddy stops and reminds me that i am not receiving punishment as I was taught. i stumble to get it right, and count as Daddy’s belt lands on my sensitive skin each time. Stopping Daddy turns to her and does the same. Back and forth Daddy’s belt punishes us as we squirm and our little asses become bright red.
After, Daddy informs us to stand in the corner… hands above our head, and we are not to move ’till Daddy says so. Our cheeks red, upper and lower, we sniffle in the corner. More time passes and Daddy comes back in to give us kisses and hugs, and tells us we are still good girls, just a bit feisty and impish. Daddy makes everything better, and says He still loves us. Scooping us to each of His sides, He then tells us… Now, show Daddy what you two started to do today, and this time, lets do it properly, and Daddy might just let your little kitties cum…..
Recently, Daddy asked me if there has been any new fantasies i have had lately, and to share them with Him. The first fantasy that rushed into my head, was one that has been frequent to me, especially during assigned playtime. (Times when Daddy tells me to play, with fingers/toy or whatever for a certain amount of time, but not cum unless I have permission.) Telling Daddy of this fantasy lead to Daddy talking dirty like to me, involving different scenarios of it, and asking me if baby girl would like this, or that and so on. Just hearing Daddy sternly talk to me in any way gets my juices flowing, but adding this fantasy in, oh wow. Talk about turning into a quivering wet baby girl!
So i got to thinking, where better to share this fantasy, but here? In my head, the fantasy goes something like this:
Daddy has let me have a play date. Or perhaps a sister. Daddy is off at work, and us girls are left home to do our chores and behave ’till Daddy returns home. Trying to be good girls for Daddy, we do some chores. But, naturally our impish sides come out, and we keep teasing each other. Laughing, tickling, pillow fights.. just doing what girls do. Perhaps we’d sneak into the ice cream. And perhaps some ice cream would drip down onto her neck and i would not be able to resist leaning forward to lick it off. Or maybe boredom would kick in, and we’d sneak into my paints. Before long, the paint would be more on us, than the canvas or paper. Of course this would mean we’d start to paint and decorate each other. Adding some glitter, some sparkle.. ooo pretty colors. Painting her pretty breasts in a nice purple or pink. Hands getting very curious and paint going everywhere! We’d lose track of time, the ice cream would be setting on the counter melting. paint all over us, and we’d hear the door. Daddy’s voice will call into us, and we’d scurry around, busted and dirty, and…. very wet. Daddy finds us, and we instantly see that Daddy look cross over his face, and we’d know right off how much trouble we are in. He’d investigate to see just how much trouble we’ve made while He was working, and we’d be sent to our baths to get cleaned up before punishment. Daddy would not let us play with the toy duck, or bubbles, but to get straight in and wash, and be waiting for Him in the correct position for when He is ready to deal with His two little imps.
Nervously we wash each other, sneaking a kiss here, and a grope there. But quickly, for we know how much trouble we are in! Drying each other off like good girls, and picking some nice clean undies, we hurry into the bedroom and get into position. Waiting, and waiting the nerves start to grow more. Once in awhile we exchange a glance and try to stay very quiet as we know Daddy is out looking at the messes we’ve made. When Daddy does arrive to punish us, our eyes get wide as Daddy slides off His work belt. The noise of the quick slick motion causes us to shiver. Daddy lectures us for disobeying His rules, and sternly asks us who started the mess. Who left the ice cream out, and were we allowed to sneak into the goodies?
The lecture continues, and we sniffle a little. Biting my lip, i wonder who will be first in punishment. Not much time is granted for me to wonder my thought though, for Daddy stands in front of me. Looking up, i whisper.. “baby girl is so sorry Daddy… we.. we….” Hush, is all Daddy says in response before motioning me to lean over the bed. Not wanting to make Daddy more angry i rush onto the bed… my eyes close tightly as Daddy slides down the clean panties me and sissy had picked for each other after bath. Then, i feel Him place her next to me. Both of our rears exposed and upright on the bed. my heart skips a beat as i hear Daddy begin to lecture us on being good little girls, and how disappointed Daddy is that we decided to break His rules. Swallowing hard, there is not even time to try to whimper another apology before i feel the sting of Daddy’s belt hit my backside. One, after another… but terrible of me, i forget to count. Daddy stops and reminds me that i am not receiving punishment as I was taught. i stumble to get it right, and count as Daddy’s belt lands on my sensitive skin each time. Stopping Daddy turns to her and does the same. Back and forth Daddy’s belt punishes us as we squirm and our little asses become bright red.
After, Daddy informs us to stand in the corner… hands above our head, and we are not to move ’till Daddy says so. Our cheeks red, upper and lower, we sniffle in the corner. More time passes and Daddy comes back in to give us kisses and hugs, and tells us we are still good girls, just a bit feisty and impish. Daddy makes everything better, and says He still loves us. Scooping us to each of His sides, He then tells us… Now, show Daddy what you two started to do today, and this time, lets do it properly, and Daddy might just let your little kitties cum…..
The new girl on the 'shock'.
*repost from Fetlife and old blog*
Here at the Sanctuary in Denver, there are a couple of ladies who are kind enough to set up an area where you can try a demo with the Violet wand at times. A couple weeks ago, I got to experience this.. and a few people have asked me to share this 'electrifying' experience.
So at first, I admit... I sat there watching the lovely two ladies that went before me.. and my nerves were just everywhere! And of course, I know this is silly, but I have hardware in my entire back, so my thoughts turned to, ack - what if it like shocks all of that?!?! I think I suddenly started looking like a frightened puppy, and held on to my Uncle Kambriel and Daddy ... thinking, ummm.. am I sure about this?!
They both of course, being two of the very few people I know who can instantly calm my nerves, gave me reassurance. And, the lovely lady (I do not know if she'd like to be named, so I will just refer to her as the lovely lady in the corset ;)), was also very kind and reassuring. She let me touch her arm, to get a starting feel to it.. and from that point I was, all.. Oo, gimmie, please?! lol.
To get past what was rest of my nerves, I respectfully asked my Daddy if he could please warm me up with a start of spanking session. This helped, a ton.. for I got to start floating into mind space before the wand play even started. Daddy and Uncle Kambriel gave me some very yummy swats, and I was soon tingly and getting a little floaty.
I should mention here, that when Daddy and Uncle work together doing whatever it is they are doing with me, they just like - connect on a way cool level. There is an awesome connection between the three of us, that make whatever scene/session or such have a wonderfully nice, and intense in a good way feeling to it.
So, anyway!
Before I knew it, the lovely lady in the corset had moved over, and it was my turn! She had her hand on my leg, and all I could think at first is - behave, behave, behave and keep that leg still.. for, if you have ever done or seen a scene with me, you'll know that I have a bad habit of moving my legs a lot. (I'm working on that!) lol.
Daddy started by doing some caresses, and the bits of sparks were just flying through me.. once in awhile I'd jump, being some areas were more intense than others.
It quickly, got so intense, that Uncle was holding my chest down, and at some point, I remember him holding my neck up, for I guess I was all over the place, and about to go flying off of the table! x_x
I didn't care for the feeling on my lip piercing.. I do remember that, but as Daddy explored different parts of my body with it - I was quickly gone into a very delicious subspace, and squirming.
I also remember Uncle saying - "Did we put a towel underneath her? .. then... "Should we?" And me, managing to say, or much like moan "Yesssssss!" lol.
I also remember yelling out - "Holy Shrek".. as things got more intense... which had the lovely lady in the corset laughing and saying that was a new one.. and I sort of remember Daddy explaining that I am not allowed to swear, so I tend to get creative with my wording. x_x
Somewhere during the session - I remember Daddy ordering me to cum - (He has been training me in this area for about two years now) .. I had no objections! And I do believe this is where things got to that, ah crap, maybe we should have tied her down?? For I really was all over the place! From there, I think I got ordered to do this a few times , and I do remember asking permission to cum at a couple points also.
During one very yummy moment, Uncle, knowing just how sensitive my nipples are, had grabbed both of my breasts, which had sent me even higher into a very wicked all over body type orgasm.
Now, a good friend asked me - what did it feel like?
I've been trying to find words to describe it here for her.. for she is very anxious to try a session like this.
At a low level, it feels like a prickly gentle tickle.. and I do not honestly know how high of a level she ended up with on this - but when going over my choke collar and such, there is way much more of a zap to it. It doesn't hurt hurt, but there is that mix of yummy fear that you know it can very likely hurt if cranked up.
The sensations seem to run deep into your body.. when the stimulation was in areas like my thighs, breasts and so on.. it was a very deep sensation.. and actually a very pleasurable one. I think most people associate electricity with, yikes, this is going to hurt! So, that adds to that excitement and fear of it all. If, you're like me, and get off on that sort of thing.
I'd still be a bit nervous to go .. head to head.. with this if it were fully cranked up! But by the end of the session.. I was so floaty and lost in subspace and my body was squirming and having those deeper body orgasms, that they could have done just about anything to me,and I likely would have kept on begging for more. :o
In the end, I received very wonderful after care from my Daddy and Uncle.. they dressed me into my footie pjs, and my Uncle somehow managed to get my very shaky and quivering body into the social room and onto the couch, where I could just curl up on his chest as he held me and soothed me.
Daddy cleaned up as my Uncle delivered wonderful after care, and I felt amazing.
To everyone who was involved in the session..Daddy, Uncle Kambriel, and the lovely lady in the corset... thank you all for a very, very pleasurable first experience with the violet wand!
Here at the Sanctuary in Denver, there are a couple of ladies who are kind enough to set up an area where you can try a demo with the Violet wand at times. A couple weeks ago, I got to experience this.. and a few people have asked me to share this 'electrifying' experience.
So at first, I admit... I sat there watching the lovely two ladies that went before me.. and my nerves were just everywhere! And of course, I know this is silly, but I have hardware in my entire back, so my thoughts turned to, ack - what if it like shocks all of that?!?! I think I suddenly started looking like a frightened puppy, and held on to my Uncle Kambriel and Daddy ... thinking, ummm.. am I sure about this?!
They both of course, being two of the very few people I know who can instantly calm my nerves, gave me reassurance. And, the lovely lady (I do not know if she'd like to be named, so I will just refer to her as the lovely lady in the corset ;)), was also very kind and reassuring. She let me touch her arm, to get a starting feel to it.. and from that point I was, all.. Oo, gimmie, please?! lol.
To get past what was rest of my nerves, I respectfully asked my Daddy if he could please warm me up with a start of spanking session. This helped, a ton.. for I got to start floating into mind space before the wand play even started. Daddy and Uncle Kambriel gave me some very yummy swats, and I was soon tingly and getting a little floaty.
I should mention here, that when Daddy and Uncle work together doing whatever it is they are doing with me, they just like - connect on a way cool level. There is an awesome connection between the three of us, that make whatever scene/session or such have a wonderfully nice, and intense in a good way feeling to it.
So, anyway!
Before I knew it, the lovely lady in the corset had moved over, and it was my turn! She had her hand on my leg, and all I could think at first is - behave, behave, behave and keep that leg still.. for, if you have ever done or seen a scene with me, you'll know that I have a bad habit of moving my legs a lot. (I'm working on that!) lol.
Daddy started by doing some caresses, and the bits of sparks were just flying through me.. once in awhile I'd jump, being some areas were more intense than others.
It quickly, got so intense, that Uncle was holding my chest down, and at some point, I remember him holding my neck up, for I guess I was all over the place, and about to go flying off of the table! x_x
I didn't care for the feeling on my lip piercing.. I do remember that, but as Daddy explored different parts of my body with it - I was quickly gone into a very delicious subspace, and squirming.
I also remember Uncle saying - "Did we put a towel underneath her? .. then... "Should we?" And me, managing to say, or much like moan "Yesssssss!" lol.
I also remember yelling out - "Holy Shrek".. as things got more intense... which had the lovely lady in the corset laughing and saying that was a new one.. and I sort of remember Daddy explaining that I am not allowed to swear, so I tend to get creative with my wording. x_x
Somewhere during the session - I remember Daddy ordering me to cum - (He has been training me in this area for about two years now) .. I had no objections! And I do believe this is where things got to that, ah crap, maybe we should have tied her down?? For I really was all over the place! From there, I think I got ordered to do this a few times , and I do remember asking permission to cum at a couple points also.
During one very yummy moment, Uncle, knowing just how sensitive my nipples are, had grabbed both of my breasts, which had sent me even higher into a very wicked all over body type orgasm.
Now, a good friend asked me - what did it feel like?
I've been trying to find words to describe it here for her.. for she is very anxious to try a session like this.
At a low level, it feels like a prickly gentle tickle.. and I do not honestly know how high of a level she ended up with on this - but when going over my choke collar and such, there is way much more of a zap to it. It doesn't hurt hurt, but there is that mix of yummy fear that you know it can very likely hurt if cranked up.
The sensations seem to run deep into your body.. when the stimulation was in areas like my thighs, breasts and so on.. it was a very deep sensation.. and actually a very pleasurable one. I think most people associate electricity with, yikes, this is going to hurt! So, that adds to that excitement and fear of it all. If, you're like me, and get off on that sort of thing.
I'd still be a bit nervous to go .. head to head.. with this if it were fully cranked up! But by the end of the session.. I was so floaty and lost in subspace and my body was squirming and having those deeper body orgasms, that they could have done just about anything to me,and I likely would have kept on begging for more. :o
In the end, I received very wonderful after care from my Daddy and Uncle.. they dressed me into my footie pjs, and my Uncle somehow managed to get my very shaky and quivering body into the social room and onto the couch, where I could just curl up on his chest as he held me and soothed me.
Daddy cleaned up as my Uncle delivered wonderful after care, and I felt amazing.
To everyone who was involved in the session..Daddy, Uncle Kambriel, and the lovely lady in the corset... thank you all for a very, very pleasurable first experience with the violet wand!
Minty Fresh.
So, one afternoon I was touching up my hair color (I always have new and fun colors going into my hair) - and discovered some new lessons learned.
1) Mouth wash takes hair dye off of your skin really, really well.
2) It does help, to have your Dom/me help get the back of the neck and so on, or places you cannot reach with said mouthwash.
3) BUT, beware, that if your Dom, suddenly decides to be frisky, and torture your already turned on self - and strips down your pants to fondle,play and tease you ..... BEG them to wash their hands first... for this is what happened..
Him - Does said stripping off my jeans and such and bends me over the sink to fondle/caress and tease my girl bits.
Me- Oo, mmm.. but, Dadddddy.... I am already going crazy...!
Him - Gives me that look, that I know means to be quiet and take said torture....
Me - Oo, dear.. it tingles.. ack.. and burns.. and ACK, your hands have mouth wash on them!!!!!
Then...
(Insert much laughter on his part... and much squirming on mine while attempting to get said mouthwash off of my girl bits......) x_x
1) Mouth wash takes hair dye off of your skin really, really well.
2) It does help, to have your Dom/me help get the back of the neck and so on, or places you cannot reach with said mouthwash.
3) BUT, beware, that if your Dom, suddenly decides to be frisky, and torture your already turned on self - and strips down your pants to fondle,play and tease you ..... BEG them to wash their hands first... for this is what happened..
Him - Does said stripping off my jeans and such and bends me over the sink to fondle/caress and tease my girl bits.
Me- Oo, mmm.. but, Dadddddy.... I am already going crazy...!
Him - Gives me that look, that I know means to be quiet and take said torture....
Me - Oo, dear.. it tingles.. ack.. and burns.. and ACK, your hands have mouth wash on them!!!!!
Then...
(Insert much laughter on his part... and much squirming on mine while attempting to get said mouthwash off of my girl bits......) x_x
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