Costumes

I love costumes so much! I love getting dressed up for my Daddy Dom, whether it be my leather corset and sexy panties or a "higher concept" outfit. I have a full Renaissance costume since I was in a Madrigal Choir for several years...I want to do an extended Medieval/Renaissance scene with my Master one of these days. I also have two sexy theme outfits. The first is my Alice dress, visible in many of my recent pictures. Blue is one of my favorite colors and I like being Daddy's sweet and curious Alice girl. Then just today, we got a pin-up costume where I look like a sexy sailor girl. It's so cute and hot!

I just love Daddy telling me to go put on something that will arouse him. I love the feeling of being fun and flirty, desired and wanted. I love the mood being in a costume puts me in. It immediately transports me to another mental space and makes me feel like another person, just for a little while. And I have come to love vamping it up for the camera, looking forward to seeing me look in a new and different way when Daddy shows me the pictures!

Do you like to wear costumes? What is your favorite outfit?

Diaper Girl

After receiving our big box of Bambinos in the mail, Daddy has taken to diapering me a lot more lately. A few times a week, he pulls out a pack and leads me to the bed where he lays me down, cleans me with a baby wipe, lotions and powders me before taping me into a nice thick, plasticy-goodness filled diaper. We are also stretching out our supply of Bambinos by swapping in other adult diapers we find while out and about...for instance, we found three packs today at a thrift store for only ten bucks! While not quite as nice as a Bambino, this type of diaper still does the trick!

As soon as Daddy lays me down to diaper me, I go right into little baby mode. I suck my thumb, giggle, and smile up at my Daddy hovering over me. I love looking into his kind eyes, feeling him blow raspberries on my tummy, feeling his hands tuck me safe and securely into a thick diaper. Then he leads me out to the living room where he lays me down on either my Care Bear blankie or my Disney Princess play mat we just got the other day. He will put on the tv and I will play there or sit between his strong legs and have him play with my hair, possibly my favorite thing in the world!

Daddy says that once I have a diaper on, I cannot use a big girl potty and I can only drink out of a sippy cup or bottle. And I have been more and more bathroom dependent on my diapers in this 'littlest' mode. When in a diaper, I just go and go and go in a diaper til Daddy says it is time to get changed.

It often arouses me to be diapered and to use it as intended. Just knowing that I cannot touch myself, feeling Daddy's controlling love over me, and wondering what will happen when Daddy takes me by the hand and leads me back to our bedroom. He then usually untapes my diaper, cleans me up again and then makes love to me, oftentimes more than once. He uses me as his little babygirl slave and makes my body cum again and again...I love every moment!

Fantasy, Part 1

Note: My Daddy wanted me to begin exploring this fantasy mentally, so I thought I would write down what came into my head...it is just the beginning of a longer story, so if you like it, watch for more. Also please note that it will contain controversial kinks, so if abduction, ageplay, diapering, and Daddy/daughter dynamic do not interest you, you will not like this story. Otherwise, enjoy and I would love any feedback!

She walked into her apartment, set down her keys and began to pull off her coat as she walked down the long hallway towards the living room. What do I have to make for dinner, she thought to herself. As she lay her things on the edge of the sofa, she thought she heard a small noise. She paused, listened to the silence for a moment, and then moved towards the kitchen. Little did she know that these were her last free moments as an adult woman.

When she stepped into the kitchen, she nearly screamed. There was a man standing in her kitchen, someone she didn’t know and definitely did not belong standing next to her little kitchen table for two. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock as the man stood there, simply smiling and appraising her. He noted the creamy complexion, the soft golden tresses, the curvy body underneath her work dress. Yes, she was a good choice, he thought.

She took a step backward as he stepped towards her. Even as a million thoughts raced through her head (Who was he? What did he want? Was he going to kill her?), she couldn’t seem to get any words to form in her mouth. Then, with a jolt of energy, her body remembered itself and she sprinted away from the man, down the hallway and towards the door. But he was taller, stronger, faster…

She felt his touch for the first time as his hand firmly grasped her upper arm and tightened into a fierce grip. He swung her around and backed her up against the wall, using his thick thigh to pin her against it. He was so close, way too close, she thought. She could feel his body heat like a furnace, smell his breath on her neck, feel the tight grasp on her arm which she knew would leave a bruise the next day.
Finding her voice, she yelled out in a strangled voice, “Get off of me!” She strained her body against his, but he kept her pinned down. His hand began to run over her body, feeling the delicate jaw line, the recesses of her pretty throat, the bulging breasts. He then lowered his hand and began to lift the hemline of her dress, fingers trailing up the side of her kneecap, making her shiver. She could feel his nails softly scratching the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. She struggled more as she realized where he was going to touch next. His fingers found her soft bush, parted her lips, and stroked her clit. Horrified, she could feel it harden despite her protests and silent pleas. He smiled, watching her attempt to control herself, feeling her get wet beneath his fingertips.

He spoke for the first time, a gravelly yet controlled voice of a man who has done this before. “You are a good choice.”
“What?” she demanded, not knowing what he was talking about.
“You have been chosen. You were picked by a man who is paying me to train you, to make him his. That’s all you need to know for now.”

As she began to protest more loudly, he whirled her around so that she was facing the wall, her breasts smashed against the unforgiving wall. He pressed himself on her and she thought for an instant that she could feel a hard protrusion from his body rub against her. She closed her eyes, wondering when he would rape her and get it over with.

But he didn’t rape her…instead, he pulled a length of cord from his pocket, placed her hands together, and quickly bound them together behind her back. Once that was done, she couldn’t move them at all.

He led her into the bedroom and sat her down on her own bed.
“I need to get you ready to leave. If you cooperate, this will be easier. But one way or another, you are coming with me,” he said sternly.

From his other pocket he produced a blindfold and she immediately tried to stand up, but he pushed her back down so hard onto the bed that she nearly fell off. He leaned down over her and his smiling face was the last thing she saw before the blindfold covered her eyes and she was plunged into darkness.

She felt him uprighting her, returning her to a sitting position. She was beginning to shake now, not sure what was going to come next. She shuddered as she felt his finger delicately trace her pink lips, then a strange rubbery thing was next to them. She tried to pull her head back but found that his strong hand had moved to the back of her neck and was now forcing her forward. She had no choice but to open her mouth and accept this foreign object into her mouth, which filled it and silenced any protests. Feeling it with her tongue, she was mortified as she recognized the shape and girth of a rubber cock. He had put a cock gag on her! She had seen pictures of such things online but had never used one of course. As she tried to spit it out, she felt his hands at the back of her head, securing it with a buckle so that she could not remove it.

Sitting there, she felt her old life already slipping away. Here she was, bound, blindfolded, and gagged with a rubber penis. She had no choice now but to trust this man.

Play Date!

Yesterday night, Daddy and I were laying around the house. We weren't quite sure what to do with ourselves. It had been a slow Saturday, not much going on at all. We had watched TV, made love, baked and cooked. We didn't need to buy anything, nor did we want to spend money unnecessarily. We had just seen a movie in the theater the day before...what's a Daddy and daughter to do?

So I suggested that we take a drive, just the two of us. We left the apartment and went down to Lake Michigan where there is a very beautiful overlook, one of my most favorite places in the world. It was a gorgeous evening and despite the bugs, we enjoyed ourselves. We put our feet in the water (it was chilly!) and Daddy skipped a few rocks. He even found a lovely stone to make into a betrothal necklace for me :)

We climbed back up the hill from the water and crossed the street to go to the park. It is a park that I have visited since I was a child and it was an extraordinary experience to be there once more, especially with my Daddy. We went and swung on the swings (Daddy even did a very impressive backflip on the swing!) and he pushed me up and down...so soothing and relaxing. Then we walked around the playground and went down the slide and wandered a bit.

The whole evening was lovely, peaceful, and fun. I loved being able to play with Daddy at the park on such a beautiful night. I liked seeing him in a place where I played as a child. I liked thinking ahead to the time when we have children of our own and get to see their carefree playing at the park. I am so glad we got ourselves out of the house and into nature for a bit...and as a bonus, we saw 6 bunnies! Rabbits are my favorite animals and they were all over the place by the lake and across from the park! I made sure to tell my stuffed bunny, Flopsy, when we got home :)

Surprise Sex

I did not expect to see Daddy until tomorrow…but as I lay in bed, using my Hitatchi Magic Wand before sleeping, I got a text from Daddy. He said he could come over if I wanted to which I replied, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He arrived about twenty minutes later and we talked about our days and watched a bit of TV before heading back to the bedroom.

I was excited, but I had no idea what a night lay before me. I sucked his cock, which I love to do very much, lubing it up so he could fuck me…and fuck me he did. I have never been fucked like that in my life. It went on and on and on until my eyes were rolling back, my breath caught in my chest, and I came and came and came, shaking and dripping with sweat. I felt thoroughly used in the best way possible and also felt exposed and vulnerable. Afterwards, Daddy held me in his arms, where I fell asleep, content in the knowledge of his love and protection.

When we woke up this morning, still in each other’s arms, I began touching Daddy’s body, my fingers wandering all over his body…I cupped his balls, stroked his cock, ran my fingers over his sexy chest. Daddy knew what I was getting at and teased me that this was my way of saying I wanted to be his little fuckdoll again. I said, in my sweet little girl voice, “Daddy, I want your cock in me again!” Needless to say, that fired him up and before I knew it, I was on my back again with my legs spread, getting pounded by the man I love. I was still feeling it from the night before, so this making love was also very intense. After cumming yet again, I was exhausted, but we had to get ready for the day. After breakfast and packing up for the day, I realized that we had fifteen minutes before we had to leave. So guess what we did?!

Ah quickies…I love you! Maybe it’s the danger of running late, maybe it’s the spontaneity of the heat of the moment, but quickies are awesome! I left my socks and sports bra on and pulled my breasts out of the bra so my nipples were exposed and breasts gently cupped, the sight of which turned both Daddy and I on really fast. We both came in less than ten minutes, which in this case is a very good thing. Just goes to show what you can do with two naked bodies and a couple of minutes!

Forced Orgasm

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A Wet Subject

I do not understand how some can say that female ejaculation does not exist. I have now squirted several times, much to the delight of me and my Master. The first time it happened, I was playing with myself, toying with my clit, and I decided to insert a finger, not something I usually do. It felt really nice this time though, so I kept going. I felt a strange sensation, a building up of tension and before I knew it, there was a small puddle on the floor beneath me. I was shocked: Had I just squirted? I read online about female ejaculation and what other women described seemed similar to my experience.

The first time another person made me squirt was just a few weeks ago. My Master was using my body and I was loving it, feeling the pleasure run up and down my spine. Master decided to multiply that pleasure and placed my Hitatchi Magic Wand directly on my clit as he continued to fuck me. Then, as I felt the intensity increase as he began to pound me even more insistently and harder, just the way I love and crave, I felt that strange urge, the need for release. I told my Master that I thought I might squirt soon and he encouraged me to do so. As soon as I had permission, I lost all control and my muscles contracted tightly as he hit my G-spot in just the right way. We both looked down as we heard the rush of fluid and felt my pussy loosen with the new lubrication. I was shaking, my face red with embarrassment at the vulnerability of having just squirted in front of the man I love. I looked at the wet stain on the bed, clear in color and having no odor of any kind…

Then on Wednesday, after our little’s date, Daddy fucked me several times throughout the day. After already having accomplished going out in public while diapered, I figured the day’s “firsts” were over. Boy, was I wrong! No one was more surprised than me when Daddy fucked me yet again and after particularly getting into it, we both felt wetness in my pussy. While it wasn’t as strong as the last time, I did squirt again and most importantly, I squirted from Daddy’s cock alone! I felt the pressure again, the pleasure, and the intense feelings afterward. Daddy is so proud of his little girl, who went through so much in just one day!

Diapered in Public for the First Time!

Yesterday, Daddy took me on a little’s date and it was so much fun! It reminded me lots of Daddy and my first date a million years ago because we went to the mall, got pizza, and saw a movie just like we did on that frosty day months before. I love going out with Daddy, just him and me, lots of cuddling, hand holding, and affection. But there was something different about yesterday’s date…I was diapered in public for the very first time!

First off, Daddy is feeling better after being sick with a summer cold. Being my day off, I drove over to Daddy’s house and picked him up. He said that he saw a rummage sale with a big crib so we went and picked that up (for only 10 dollars!) and brought it to our apartment. After putting everything away, we looked at times for the movie we wanted to see, and Daddy asked if I wanted to keep on the clothes I had on (a tunic and leggings). He told me he wanted to diaper me, that I was far too little to be allowed into the big girl’s bathroom all by myself, that he knew best, and that I was not to argue with him. Meekly, I lay down on our big bed and felt the pleasure run through me as Daddy wiped my bottom and pussy, lotioned and powered me, and placed a thick Bambino underneath me, one of the last ones still unused by us (luckily, we ordered more which should be arriving tomorrow!!!). I felt his strong hands secure me into my cushy diaper, taping me in with deft fingers and helping me up. Daddy dressed me in a jean skirt, which fit a lot tighter after being diapered, and a pretty white peasant blouse with flip flops. When I was all ready, we made our way downstairs and I took a deep breath and stepped outside in a diaper for the first time in my life since I was an infant.

It felt like a whole new world. As cars passed by on the busy street, I secretly wondered if any of them could see the bulge under my skirt, if anyone would be able to hear the crinkle and rustle of the diaper next to my skin. Being a very hot day outside, I began to sweat in the diaper almost immediately. We got into the car and I could feel the cushy bottom pressing against the car seat and the waist band tugging at my belly. I was constantly conscious of it during the drive to the mall. When we arrived, Daddy came and got me out of the car and I held onto his hand like a good girl as we walked (and I somewhat waddled) into the mall, sure that everyone was staring at me.

We ate lunch in the food court, side by side, and Daddy cut up my spaghetti for me. I got a little bit on my blouse and Daddy teased me that I really need to get a bib so I don’t always spill all over myself. Then we went to the movie, Despicable Me, which was very cute and Daddy/babygirl friendly. There were a few scary moments but Daddy hugged me close and made it all better. During the movie, I had the urge to pee, but I remembered that Daddy had told me that big girl potties were off limits to me now. After trying for a few minutes to go, I crouched down and relieved the pressure of my pussy on the movie theater seat and was able to go almost instantly. Just like that, crouched down in the dark movie theater, holding onto my handsome Daddy, I peed myself in public, only a few rows away from other moviegoers. No one else saw of course! I told Daddy what I had done and felt the warm squishy feeling between my legs, the diaper already sagging from the weight of the fluid.

I stayed in my wet diaper until we got home, about an hour later. Daddy laid me on the bed, cleaned me up, and to my surprise, pulled out another diaper. Having just undergone a major ordeal in my opinion, I was not happy that Daddy wanted to diaper me again. I protested, saying, “Daddy, I am a big girl, I don’t need diapers!” But Daddy got very stern with me, angry that I would defy him. I rolled away from him as he began to diaper me, trying to get away from the diaper. In so doing, I bared my bottom, which Daddy promptly spanked. He pulled me over his knee and gave me about ten good swats, telling me that this is the punishment for bad girls who don’t cooperate. Submissive now, I no longer protested as Daddy secured the new diaper on me. He even put a plastic sheet on the bed, saying I might wet myself so we needed this protection. Humiliated, I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Luckily for me, I didn’t stay diapered for too long. Realizing that I was getting off on Daddy being so controlling and dominating yet loving at the same time, Daddy literally ripped off my diaper and began to fuck me, whispering in my ear about me being such an incestuous little baby slave. He commanded me to cum, and the force in his tone and the feeling of him thrusting into me made me obey, my body squeezing out shudders almost against my will. I could hear the crinkling of the plastic sheet beneath me as Daddy pounded into me again and again. This was just the beginning of a very erotic night for us, more details of which will be coming soon!

BDSM and Your Past

I saw a new discussion on Fetlife last night that really intrigued me, as it is an issue that touches me personally. A girl asked if other people view their BDSM and particularly Daddy/little girl relationships as addressing past abuse and Daddy issues. After a fair bit of thought I posted this response:

"I think most people on this planet have Daddy issues, myself including. It seems to me that some of these people with issues find an outlet for their past struggles and issues in the D/lg lifestyle and some into ageplay are into it as a fetish purely. Similarly, some people with abusive pasts may find the BDSM commmunitty welcoming and therapeutic. Of course, not all people with rough pasts are kinky, nor are all kinky people scarred in some way. I do not think there is a right or wrong way to approach any legal, safe, and sane kink just as there are many ways of expressing one's self through sexuality in general. If you find healing and therapy through your ageplay, more power to you! If it is enjoyable in any way, shape, or form, more power to you!
For me personally, my Daddy is my lover, my best friend, my future husband. He is the center of my world, grounding me and at the same time, helping me to soar. The dynamic makes me feel taken care of, controlled in a good way, very submissive, and fulfilled in ways I never expected. It is wonderful to know that there is someone who loves you unconditionally and wants you by their side always. I am sure that it is helping me work out my own Daddy issues, but it seems to me to be more of a positive side effect than my main goal. Hope this helps!"

So, what do you think? Do you use BDSM as therapy of sorts? Do you think most kinksters do? Or is it just something we do because we love it? I am not sure we will ever find an answer, but it is an interesting question...

Uh-Oh!

Daddy's sick! He has one of those nasty, creep-up-on-you summer colds that leaves you feeling drained and sore. I hate to see him I wiped out like this...it makes me unsure of how I can best take care of HIM for a change. Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do at this point, but I can comfort him, try to make him as comfy as possible, and support him through this tough time. I am hoping I don't catch whatever he has but that hasn't stopped me from kissing him!!!
This does also mean that we are abstaining from sex for the past few days. While I miss it, I love him more...and I know that when we do make love again, it will be wonderfully intense. In the meantime, I always have my Hitatchi Magic Wand and Daddy's voice in my ear to get me along. Take care Daddy! Your little girl loves you sooo much!

6 Months

Yesterday was our 6 month anniversary!!! Unfortunately, I had to work and stay at school until it was late, so we celebrated on Wednesday instead. It was such a great day, getting to lounge and spend all day with Daddy. We went out shopping a little bit to pick up some things we have been looking for and got KFC for dinner (yum!). It was nothing fancy, just us, just the way I like it :)

Of course, there was lots of making love as well. Every so often, we would end up back in the bedroom, lying naked in bed together. We bought curtains for our bedroom since the sun is so bright and always wakes us up too early so we tried them out by having a lovely mid-afternoon nap together.

At night, when Daddy was getting ready to go to bed, I put on my pretty pink ball-gag and stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed waiting for him. When he saw me like that, he came over and whispered in my ear that he wanted me to play with myself and to cum if I could, screaming and moaning into the gag. I obliged him and began writhing around on the bed next to him. All sorts of kinky images popped into my head and Daddy began telling me about new kinky ideas he has for us, ideas that pushed me over the edge and made me cum like a freight train, being so loud I was afraid the neighbors would complain.

Daddy then used me as his little fuckdoll and I moaned and groaned underneath him as he pounded me harder and harder, making me squeal in delight at the delicious shudders running through my body. Daddy came quickly, so turned on was he at all the things we had been talking about. He squirted me with his cum on my tummy and kissed me before falling over, exhausted. We had a sound night's sleep that night!

Today

Today I visited Daddy....

While there was plenty of cuddling and kisses and sweet nothings, there was also a bit of rough play, the kind I really get a kick out of. I was wearing a short skirt and lay down on the sofa to reveal my creamy thighs and round buttocks, flashing my little girl panties with bows on them at Daddy. I took his hand and ran it across my skin, already losing myself in the pleasure of his touch on my delicate parts. He leaned down and whispered, "Do you want to be spanked?" I nodded my head yes, but Daddy said I needed to use my words and tell him what I wanted. So like the good kinky little girl that I am, I said, "Daddy, I want to be spanked."

And spanked I was! Daddy hit me hard, using his hand over and over again, hitting the same spots time and again. The thuds were so powerful that they rocked my whole body and I squealed in pain and delight. Calling me his little masochistic pain slut, Daddy smacked my bottom again and again and again! Once I was warmed up, Daddy took a seat on the end of the sofa and put my head into his lap. He pulled out his cock and stuck it into my mouth, filling my pretty mouth while I still felt the keen sting of the spanking. I went to town on his big cock, sucking, tonguing, moving, and taking it deep so that I choked on his hard length. As I sucked him, he spanked my tender ass some more. After a few minutes of this, I was getting slobbery and very turned on. Daddy then asked me if I wanted to be thrown over the sofa and stuffed. Of course, I said yes right away, excited since I hadn't expected to be penetrated during this visit. Daddy stood me up and bend me over the sofa, forcing my head down and my legs apart. I felt his cock pressing against my swollen lips, teasing me until I felt his head press into my soft and wet pussy.

After a minute, my pussy loosened up and took in his whole length. The feeling was incredible! With a big height difference, positions other than missionary aren't easy for us and it felt so different to be penetrated from behind. It made me feel submissive, first off, with my man behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock, seeing him stand and thrust into me again and again...the feeling was almost overwhelming and my knees shook a little as I tried to keep standing as the pleasure was so intense! Second, the position made me feel a bit like an animal, used and objectified (in a good way!). The mindset combined with the different sensations drove me over the edge. After Daddy pulled out, I was a good girl and cleaned my pussy juices off of his cock, sealing the deal with a sweet kiss :)

Spanking

Hi all! Since I had a reply saying that spanking and discipline is a core fetish, I thought I would touch on the subject. Before I ever began playing in the fetish world, the idea alone of spanking and other impact play would seriously turn me on, the kind of frustration that would keep me tossing and turning in the sheets for nights on end. I tried self-spanking, with hands and belts, but never really felt like I was getting the kind of sensation I was looking for. Even now, I realize I am aiming for more of a "thuddy" feeling than a "stingy" one.

But once I met my Master and began receiving real spankings, I realized that they were different than I had imagined, mostly because even in my fantasies, I was "controlling" how long a spanking went on, even imagining the exact spots I would be hit. In a real spanking, when you are held down over someone's knee, you have no control over where you will be hit, how hard, with what, and how long. At first, that scared me a bit, but now I have come to love that loss of control on my part, placing myself in Daddy's hands and riding out the pain. I am a little pain slut sometimes and beg for more spankings, which pleases Daddy and he gladly gives me more.

Spanking is a regular item on the menu for us, although it often involves just a few swats here and a few spankings there. We don't sit down and have a spanking go on for a half an hour in other words. It's a warm-up for other activities and is usually not an end in itself. We usually do bare-handed, but we do have a riding crop, flogger, and a paddle (which I do not like because it is so very stingy)! I usually lie on the bed but OTK is a favorite as well.

As far as discipline goes, that is a tricky matter. I am a good girl for Daddy, naturally sweet, submissive and compliant. If I am sassy or naughty, Daddy will tweak my nose or tap it and say, "No," and I usually quiet myself right away. The only time I have actually received a spanking as punishment spanking was on our first date, when I "forgot" to wear panties. Daddy has said that he would much prefer that I just ask for a spanking if I want one, rather than purposefully acting out in order to get one. And being a sweet princess, I am quite happy to go along with that plan...plus the humilation of having to ask for a spanking is a delicious appetizer to what's about to happen :)

Knowing Your Audience

I was talking to Daddy the other day and I realized that even though I love writing posts for this blog, that I am often at a loss what to write. I can come up with lots of ideas for posts, but I do not know who is all reading this blog, where you live, what you do, what you enjoy. I often get random messages like "Love your blog!" so I know there are definitely people reading it, but without many official followers or commenters, it is hard to gauge how many people are and what you would like to see and read here. As a student of English, we are always told to know your audience, yet right now I am writing for an invisible audience.

So, this may not work but I am wondering if people would comment on this post, giving a little inisight into yourself. What do you like about the blog? Do you have suggestions for improving it or additions (like more photos)? What are your fetishes? If nobody responds, well then it's just a failed experiment, but I figured I should at least try to reach out to my readers and figure out who you all are :) In any case, thanks for sticking with the blog...it's nice to know people are learning our kinky dreams and realities and enjoying them.

In other news, Daddy and I are doing very well. We're busy, but getting to see each other for a little while every day. Daddy stayed overnight the other day, which was a good thing, becuase there were very scary thunderstorms and he held me tightly when there was lots of thunder and lightning. We also went out and bought a few fun things, like a necklace from The Last Airbender movie, kind of a vanilla collar and betrothal necklace that reminds me of my Master constantly when we are out and about. We also got a pretty pink corset-y piece of lingerie and my first pair of crotchless panties (through which Daddy fucked me when we got home together). Pictures should be on the way soon as we get to play together again. Daddy also informed me that he wants to fuck me in the ass again (something I also desire) so I need to start preparing my ass for him again, as Daddy is very big and I am very tight. Lots of new adventures are coming soon!

Update

Well, it has been a very busy couple of days. I am continuing to work part-time as well as attend summer school and job search at the same time. Daddy has his job, starts working at a festival soon, and has been interviewing for new jobs. In short, we have not seen much of each other. On one hand, this is really difficult. I miss him so much that it hurts and I cry sometimes, feeling the silence creep in on me, aware of how alone I am now that I moved out of my mom's house. I watch the clock just waiting for the time to pass so I can be with him again. And since we aren't technically living together, that means that a few days can go by without a solid amount of time spent together. Since we know we are meant to be and will be together for the long haul, it's like we are married already and what wife wouldn't miss her husband if she didn't see him for awhile?

But I am realistic. I know we each need to make some money, I need to finish this degree, and that it is perfectly normal and even necessary to spend time apart. I am always telling him that he needs time to do things like play his XBOX 360 and I need to go out with my girlfriends or work on my crafts. If we don't have time to do those things, we won't be happy as individuals. So I try to view time apart as a healing, helpful thing even if it is hard for me to remain so positive about it after a few days without Daddy. I know he is working hard, saving money he wants to use to support us and spoil me, and showing me what a good and thoughtful Daddy he is by sacrificing his time and effort for something ultimately positive. The least I can do is to be there to support him, comfort him, bring him some pleasure during a hard day, and be a positive force in his life. I try every day to live up to this model...

I did get to see him yesterday for about 2 and a 1/2 hours, a nice little "hello" in the middle of the day. After not being near him for awhile, it was so nice to sit at his feet and cuddle into him, kissing him about a thousand times, and eventually, feeling the joy of our two bodies meeting again. We made love twice, very passionately, me not being able to control the volume of my voice as my body melted into the pleasure, my mind lost in the beauty of the act. I had been dreaming of this, and to finally taste his cock in my mouth, to feel him plunging into my pussy, to feel his hands caressing my back-- it was almost too much for me. I am overwhelmed with love for this man, my soul mate.

I am also looking forward to Daddy spending the night tonight and getting to be with him tomorrow on his day off. It's going to be soooo nice! I will hopefully have some wonderful new adventures to report to you soon. Take care!
Daddy's Rose

Diapered

I have received a few inquiries lately about my diaper use so I thought I would use a blog post here to talk about AB/DL some more.

First, as I have mentioned before, I was into ageplay before I met my Daddy but never played so young. With him, I instantly felt half the age I played at rather casually before and being sick with him made me realize that being babied and taken care of was very nice and natural. When he first diapered me, I felt uncomfortable but persevered and didn't end up minding it too greatly. But the real transformation occurred afterwards, when I began to dream about being diapered. feeling the cushy, taped-in feeling as I slept. My mental confusion and discomfort began to disappear and my interest began to grow. When I told Daddy about the dreams, he diapered me again and to both our delight, I enjoyed it very much. I began to use pacies, bottles, and play with my stuffed animals, wear babyish clothing, and depend on Daddy. I began to be turned on by being babied. I liked the humilation of walking around in a crinkling diaper and having Daddy clean me before securing me in a diaper. So in this way, diapering is a sexually stimulating activity.

And yes, I have come to use them and even stay in a wet diaper for awhile. But I refuse to go #2 in a diaper simply because of comfort and hygiene. It would be smelly, messy, and irritating to my sensitive skin so I will not do it, something my Daddy is ok with.

And while I can happily relieve myself in a diaper easily now (and indeed, I must, since I am not allowed to use the big girl potty when diapered), this release is not particularly sexual. I enjoy doing it mostly because Daddy is proud of me and cleans me up afterwards, a sweet and gentle experience chock full of humiliation and love at the same time. While we are on the topic, we use drug-store brand adult diapers either by themselves or padding for a thicker diaper with "plasticy goodness" like Bambinos.

So the question has been posed ot me: what do I get out of the babying experience? I get a Daddy who is the best Daddy ever, who loves and cares for me, who releases me from worries about the daily world, who I feel safe and secure with, who indulges and spoils me, who delights in my cute antics and snuggly behavior, who loves to see me have a good time and giggle and smile. All of this feels natural when I am encased in a cushy diaper, reminding me at every second what a little, little girl I really am and how my adult rights can be taken away in a second by my Daddy. I hope this clears up any confusion...if not, feel free to ask away.

Daddy's Day

Yesterday was Father's Day, as you all know. Daddy and I spent part of the day apart while he attended to his dad and grandpa and then we met up. I gave him a card commemorating our first Father's Day together, remarking on how much I love him and think he is just simply the best Daddy in the world! After be-bopping around for a bit, we went home and made dinner. Daddy wanted to see me in the new tank top we picked up at a secondhand store, so I put it on with my panties and showed him.
Liking what he saw, he began to feel me up and kiss me. One thing lead to another and Daddy and I celebrated Father's Day in our private way. The fucking felt amazing after being apart for a few days, making me moan and groan in a guttural and animalistic way, driving Daddy wild. He told me to beg him to cum on my face, which I prompty did, getting on my knees and saying, "Daddy, will plllleeeeaaasssseee cum on my face?" Daddy came with a torrent of cum, spilling it into my mouth, up my nose, and down my tank top.
After cleaning myself up, I told Daddy I wanted to be his babygirl again, so he diapered me and led me to the living room to relax in just my diaper and cum-stained tank top. I went potty in my diaper and sat in it for about 45 minutes before being changed, the longest I have been in a dirty diaper. Then Daddy cleaned me up and put me to bed, climbing in next to me and cuddling my naked body. Once again, one thing led to another and Daddy came all over my tummy. What a nice day for the two of us!

Pinned

While we picked up a few expensive toys the other day, we also can find pleasure (and pain) in cheaper items. While I do not get into hardcore masochism, I enjoy the sensation of light pain, mostly impact play such as spanking, flogging, and slapping. But a few weeks ago, we went to the dollar store and saw a pack of clothespins. We looked at each other and put them in the cart.

Clothespins have long been a standard of BDSM and I have experimented with them by myself in the past. But once again, here was a situation where doing something yourself is completely different than having someone else do it to you. Yesterday we decided to pull out the 36-pack of clothespins and try them out.

Daddy inserted my ball gag, remarking on how humiliating it must be to have someone put in a gag like that. He then strapped down my hands, securing them to the bed so I could not escape. He opened the package and tested a clothespin on his finger before bending down and beginning to suck firmly on one of my nipples. As it hardened, I began to get nervous: What would this feel like? Would it be more than I could take? Could I be a good little slave girl for Daddy and take the pain and not use our agreed-upon signal for him to stop?

The clothespin tightened on my nipple and I groaned into my gag. I began to realize that when I experimented with clothespins myself, I would adjust them so that they applied pressure but not pain...but my hands were tied and my Daddy Dom was putting them on me. I had no control of where the pins were going, how long they would be there, and no way of getting them off.

All 36 pins went on. Daddy was especially devious and found all sorts of ways to humiliate and torment me: pins between my toes, on my labia, belly button, and the delicate, soft flesh of my inner arms and thighs. It got so that I could bear move, every movement shaking the pins and renewing the sting of pain at each location. Once all 36 were on, Daddy stepped back to marvel at his work, commenting on how it must feel to have so many small pricks of pain, not fading to a dull throb, but each remaining an individual sting on 36 places on my body. Hearing this made me know it was true as I felt the sting on my pussy lips, on my neck, on my arm, on my toe all at the same time.

Of course, anyone who has played with clothespins knows that is uncomfortable to have them put on, but the real pain comes from having them taken off. The blood rushes back to the bruised flesh, reawakening the deprived area and making any sensation unbearable. Daddy did not wait too long before beginning to take the pins off and boy, did I get loud then. I moaned, groaned, screamed, and writhed as every pin left my poor flesh. The worst ones were the ones on my pussy, such soft and delicate lips to be under so much pressure, and the very first two to go on my nipples, pinched tightly for the longest time. And Devious Daddy, he counted them down to me, touching each pin every time he did so to remind of where they were and how many were left!

It was a nice experience for the both of us. I loved the control, the pain, and the pure BDSM of the activity. It wasn't so hardcore as to throw me into subspace and keep me, which is often too much for me. This was a sexual pain, an enjoyable pain, one I definitely want to experience again.

Magic!

Daddy and I went to a sex shop yesterday, the first time I had ever been in one! If I ever wanted anything sexual, I almost always ordered it online or blushed as I paid for a vibrator at Spencer's. I have only ever paid 10-15 dollars for a vibrator and was delighted to see the wide array available at The Tool Shed, a very classy and woman-friendly store on the east side of Milwaukee. There were vibrators in every shape, size, and color, even one with Hello Kitty designs on it!

Daddy brought me to the store in order to pick up a Hitatchi Magic Wand, a vibrator I had seen in porn but never in person nor had used on me. I was a little intimidated when Daddy held it against my palm and turned it on. It was so powerful, even on the "low" speed! I couldn't imagine what it was going to feel like against my sensitive clit, which has been used to cheap, low vibration toys for the last few years. I also fell in love with a very pretty white leather and pink ball gag that had my name written all over it so Daddy bought it for me....what a spoiled girl I can be!

When we got home, Daddy massaged me with the vibrator, relaxing me, working out tensions in my shoulders and back with the powerful vibrations. I was told to go to the bedroom and prepare myself for a session with our new toy. I stripped down to undies and bra and lay down on the bed. Daddy plugged in the Magic Wand, strapped me down onto the bed using our Sportsheets and put my new gag into my mouth. I could feel my pretty lips puckering around the pink ball, stretching and filling my mouth. I could feel the restraints on my wrists, keeping me from moving my upper half. Then I could feel the large head of the Hitatchi pressing against my pussy, plump and moist with desire.

That first moment was very intense when it was turned on. My clit felt like it exploded with feelings, akin to my very first orgasm, more like a rush of heat and uncontrollable movements than the usual internal muscle contractions relatively under my own control. I also am not used to someone else using a vibrator on me. It is usually a solo activity for me, so I felt very exposed and vulnerable.

I began to thrash wildly, unsure whether or not I liked this sensation, whether or not it was pain or something closer to pleasure. I kicked so much that Daddy had to tie my legs down to the bed as well and then he went back to work. After a few more minutes, I was shaking all over and close to orgasming. He untied me and let me finish the job myself since I know my body so well. I could feel it coming like a train, the soaring feeling taking over my body, my toes curled in agonizing bliss, my muscles contracted very tighly. It was simply one of the best orgasms in my life thus far. If you haven't tried a Hitatchi yet, run out and get one...it's amazing!

5 Months

Today, my Daddy and I are celebrating our five-month anniversary. I cannot believe it has only been five months! We are soulmates, lovers, friends, and already promised to be with one another. When I think back to that first date, I can't believe we were as bold as we were.

We had been talking as friends only, kinky people with similar interests and a surprisingly similar background...turns out we went to high school together and he actually knew some of my family just by chance. So when Daddy came to meet me that first date, I already felt like I knew and loved him, but I was still shaking in my boots when he walked up my driveway. I opened the door, caught my first glimpse of him and backed into the kitchen as he came in. After saying hello to the family dog, he kissed me....and led me over to the sofa.

We sat next to each other and I put my leg up on the ottoman, revealing a creamy thigh from under my short skirt. As he kissed me and put a hand on my leg, I got a little bolder and told him that I thought I forgot to put something on that morning. I knew from our conversations that I would get a spanking if I was without underwear, so I knew what was coming. Daddy put his hand up my silky thigh and felt up, fingers nearing my pussy, gently brushing the soft lips with the tips of his fingers. His eyebrows raised in interest as it was confirmed that I was indeed panty-less.

He then said we needed to move to the bedroom where I was swiftly pulled over his knee and held in place while his hand began to strike my vulnerable, exposed, naked ass. It hurt! I squirmed and fidgeted as the searing pain began to leave red marks all over my milky skin but he held me in place firmly. After probably 20 strokes, I was released, standing dazedly as he ordered me to undress.

I backed onto the bed completely naked and watched him strip, growing more lustful with every inch of skin that was revealed to me. He is beautiful and sexy and the sight, smell, taste, and touch of his body drives me over the edge. He crawled up on me and entered me, filling me with his cock for the very first time. Talk about a hello!

That first day was full of a lot of "firsts." I was fucked, inspected, spanked, collared, and cuddled by this man, the most wonderful man on the planet, the only one for me. I am so glad to have spent five months with you, Daddy, the love of my life. To many more months and years and decades :)

Sexed Up

Daddy and I got to spend time together for almost 24 hours after being apart for a few days due to work. It was so nice! In addition to watching our favorite shows together, eating yummy Italian food, and plenty of cuddling, I got all sexed up by Daddy!

I was Daddy's little slave girl, probably my favorite role since it combines the best of both worlds: I get to be little and a slave at the same time. I sucked Daddy's cock several times, once with him sitting on my chest and ramming it down my throat. I also got fucked quite a few times, at night, in the morning, and a quickie before Daddy had to leave. He came on me, always a nice experience and I came, writhing in his arms as he called me his good little bitch for cumming like that. Daddy was rougher with me last night, pumping his cock into my tight pussy (which was freshly shaven and smooth as silk) harder than normal, making me moan, groan, scream, squeal, and gasp as perhaps never before. I came vaginally too, squeezing my legs around him, lost in the pleasure for one long moment. So even though I might not see him for two days, I have this delicious tingle in my pussy to remind me of these joyous past 24 hours. I love you Daddy!

Dressing Up

Daddy and I love to dress up. I love to feel different when I put on something "interesting." We are amassing a variety of items, from my full Renaissance costume I bought when in a Madrigal choir several years ago, to a pink latex corset, to my school girl outfit, to various lingerie pieces (chemises, sexy panties, and kinky items). I also just enjoy walking around in panties and bra, snuggling with Daddy in the hot weather with barely anything on at all. Inevitably, one thing will lead to another and I will find myself taking Daddy's cock deep in my mouth and pussy before I know it...just a little added bonus, I guess :)

It's usually me that dresses up, simply because I enjoy doing it, it brings Daddy great pleasure to see me in something kinky and sexy, and because we can find seemingly innocuous things while out and about in regular stores that can suit our devious purposes quite nicely. For example, I have a Disney Princess nightie that is a 14/16 for real little girls which fits me surprisingly. It barely covers anything worth covering but that only enhances the overall effect! We found it at a Salvation Army thrift store for maybe 2-3 bucks and we both love it.

While out shopping yesterday, Daddy said he wanted my opinion when buying him new underwear. Having hardly been in a men's section of a store throughout my life, I was surprised at some of the options. I had no idea they sold things like string bikinis for men in a Wal-Mart. I was aroused thinking of how my Daddy would look in such things and he gladly bought a few new types of underwear, knowing I will enjoy him walking around in almost nothing almost as much as he enjoys seeing me walking around in almost nothing.

I also sew and can make pretty much anything, but I need more time to produce anything. I have been busy and distracted lately, plus the room that has my sewing machine doesn't have a lamp in it right now, limiting the hours I can sew. Plus, I am woefully unstimulated to go in there and work for some reason. But I can think of about 100 things I would like to make which would be put into kinky service for Daddy and I, so maybe I can motivate myself to get something done this weekend!

School Girl

The other night, Daddy put on these short tight little shorts for me. He knows how much it arouses me to see him walking around naked or nearly naked, especially wearing tight clothes that show off his sexy frame. He suggested I put on something sexy too and I went to our playroom to see what I could find. I saw my red plaid skirt and white button up and I remembered the very first erotic scenario Daddy described for me: a school girl tied to her desk so she couldn't complete the task before her, for which she must of course be punished.

The plaid skirt is wool and a plaid similar to that of Catholic school uniforms but far too long for kinky purposes. I rolled it up so it barely covered my body at all and tied the white shirt so it hung open around the breasts. I then went out to Daddy, who seemed to like what he saw.

We went into the playroom and I took my seat in the old-fashioned school desk we have and Daddy began to take pictures of me, my skirt riding up my legs, which naturally fell open to show Daddy everything. I enjoyed being Daddy's little model and I could see and feel that he was getting excited too.

We moved to the bedroom and Daddy shoved his thick cock into my mouth as I began to prepare it to fuck me. I sucked on it to make it extra hard and lubricated it so Daddy could shove into me right away. I squealed in delight as I felt his full hardness press all the way into my body, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine and making me gasp for breath. Daddy fucked me hard, deep, and thoroughly, spoiling his little school girl. I pumped my hips, grinding against him, writhing in pleasure underneath him. I moaned and groaned like I never have before, feeling like I could explode with the pleasure, like it was almost more than I could take. Daddy came with a loud grunt, unusual for him and a rare treat for me to hear him. I am so glad that we both got off so strongly on this little bit of role play and look forward to more private "lessons" in the future!

Daddy's Little Whore

Daddy wanted me to put up a blog post about what a little whore I have been for him lately. We went on vacation with family and friends over Memorial Day and we were disappointed to discover that several beds were in one room. It immediately made me want to have Daddy's cock in me (especially since I knew I would have to do without) and Daddy and I stole a few moments to have me suck on his cock in the bathroom, where he came all over my pretty pink swimsuit he bought for me. I was so eager to take his big dick in my mouth that it didn't take long for him to cum and for me to lick it off of myself.

Then I dressed as a saloon girl in an old-time photo we took together. I got all frisky once in the saloon girl outfit, dressed as a whore and feeling like one. Daddy whispered in my ear that I am his private whore and I wanted to have him fuck me then and there. Alas, we had to wait but that made our physical reunion all the better.

Once we got home, we had lots of sex. Daddy came four times in one 24-hour period, a record for us! I wore Daddy out, playing with myself to turn him on, gyrating against him, wearing sexy outfits. I was a lot for Daddy: his little girl, holding his hand all throughout the vacation and whispering naughty things in his ear and being dirty in the hot tub at the hotel. I was also his babygirl once we got home and guess what? I went potty in my diaper for the very first time!!! Crouching down works for me and I am able to let loose just like that! Daddy is so proud of me! I am feeling happy and summer-ific!

Pictures as Promised

Master/slave

As promised, here is an account of last night with Master.

We were unfortunately interrupted as I was changing into a slave outfit and had to wait an hour or so before we were alone and could resume our kinky activities. But once we were alone, I put on a short black skirt, a purple bustier, my studded collar, and cuffs and went out to Master in the living room. He seemed to like what he saw and he began to explore my body, massaging my breasts, feeling between my legs, murmuring at the wetness he found there.

He had me retrieve a short length of rope and tied my hands together and secured them above my head. Liking the feel of the ropes on my skin, he suggested a full-body binding to which I heartily agreed. Master is an artist by trade and his aesthetic eye did not fail last night. He bound me, pulling a crotch rope tight. My breasts were bound and forced upwards, creating luscious curves at the top of my bustier. My awareness of my body increased a thousand times over as I felt the tightness in my chest as I tried to breathe with the restricting ropes on me. I could feel the hard knot tied in the crotch, the rope spreading my ass cheeks, the pressure on my breasts. Master began to take pictures and video of the experience for us to relive later. The ropework was intricate, so it took a long time to put on and remove.

It was almost ten o'clock at night already and Master knew I was getting excited for what was surely coming next. He ordered me to the bedroom and to prepare the bed. I removed the pillows and knelt expectantly next to the bed. He came to bed and before I knew it, I was on my back with my legs spread, being fucked by my Master. It was a nice change of pace, hot and different from usual. I am enjoying bondage more and more and lost myself in the pleasure several times. I can't wait to try things like this again!

NOTE: Pictures coming soon as Blogger won't let me upload right now!

Anticipation

Master informed me last night that tonight after I am done with work, I will be assuming the role of his slave for the entire evening. This is filling me with excitement and anticipation, getting turned on by his words and thoughts of the possibilities. I haven't cum in 48 hours, so I am beginning to be sensitive and turned on almost constantly. The knowledge beforehand that I will be doing something kinky tonight is making my body hungry with desire.

So now I have to try to contain myself. I have to get through a shift at work, perfectly focused, friendly, and capable while underneath I will be frantic with lust. I will probably have to line my underwear since I will get so wet thinking ahead to tonight. Of course, I will share with you all what happens and our reactions to it! See you tomorrow!

Picture of my Collar Ring

Bound

My natural default with my love is to be his little girl, his daughter, a sweet and curious 5-6 year old. Both of us enjoy this very much and it keeps our relationship loving and sweet, original to us, and mostly drama-free between the two of us. We hold hands a lot, he buckles me into my seatbelt, cuts up food for me, and tickles and teases me as daddies do. It is a dynamic that works for us, a genuine love and admiration for one another enhanced by the paternal aspect of Daddy being Daddy.

As evidenced by the title of this blog, there is more to our relationship than just ageplay, although it is nearly constant and always lurking under the surface, even in public or with friends (though we shift to more subtle ways to interact with one another). Importantly, I am also his slave. One of the first things he did when we met was to collar me. I wore his symbol until the metal began to tarnish and now I only wear that jewelry on special occasions. I also have a studded collar and a pretty pink one with a matching leash. Then we got a wonderful ring, a belt buckle (or for the kinky-minded, a collar) that fits nicely on my left ring finger. I never take it off so that I am constantly aware of the bond between us, the fact that I am his submissive, and so that others will know that I am claimed. I love looking at my ring, knowing what it means and how it makes me feel, how it reminds me of the early days of our budding relationship, how I am bound to him in every way: mind , heart, and soul. I am his and I wouldn't want it to be any other way.

Having said this, my natural default to ageplay sometimes pushes the role of slave on the backburner. While I am always aware that I am his slave on a certain level, the kind Daddy that I love takes prominence over the stern master that he can be as well. I desire and need both roles and I love that we have been experimenting more with the slave/Master dynamic lately. Master said just last night that he wants to have me collared and outfitted as a slave for a whole day soon, subject to his whim and desire. We have been experimenting with more bondage as well. He hogtied me using cuffs and clips the other day, putting a homemade ball gag into my mouth so that I drooled all over myself while he spanked me and played with a vibrator on my swollen clit. It was exhilirating and I can't wait for more of this play. And we plan on taking more pictures so that I have more I can share with you here. As always, we welcome suggestions or scenarios we can then describe and provide photos of for your enjoyment.

Catching Up

First off, thanks for your patience. We will now be resuming regular postings now that life is normalizing a bit! The move is complete and most of the finishing touches have been added. The place is starting to look and feel like home, a feat mostly accomplished by the fact that Daddy has stayed with me 8 out of 9 nights, making it "our place." We have broken in the place, in more ways than one.
Our first time having sex here was actually weeks ago. I brought Daddy over to see the place while it was still empty and when I showed him the playroom, we both got excited. We began to kiss and stroke one another and Daddy got a brilliant idea. There is a mirror attached to the door so Daddy got me down on my knees and had me take his cock into my mouth so that I could see myself sucking his big dick while I was feeling it stretch my little mouth wide open. I worked it, feeling every sensation and feeling equally delighted and humiliated at see myself performing such an intimate and submissive act. Daddy then stood me in the corner and bent me over, penetrating me there before lowering me to the floor and riding me naked on the carpet in the empty room.
Since then, we have probably had intercourse about fifteen times, each one unique and lovely. It is wonderful to feel freer, to be able to make noise, to walk around in undies or nothing at all. I have been Daddy's little girl, clutching my stuffed bunny while being fucked by my handsome Daddy. I have been Daddy's baby girl, waddling around in diapers and being led by the hand as my very capable Daddy undresses me and gets me ready for night-night (or "jou-jou" as we call it). I have even been Master's slave girl, kneeling at his side, cleaning up after him, bound and whipped. We plan on taking more pictures of these exploits soon and I will describe them in great detail as they occur from here on out. But for now, know that we are indeed alive and well and carrying on with our kinky lifestyle happily and successfully. Daddy and I have both cum so many times lately that we are exhausted. What a beautiful and joyous exhaustion!
Daddy's Rose

Internet

Well, we are mostly moved in and have internet access now, although it is not playing nice right now. I will hopefully get a new post up soon, so stay tuned and thanks for your patience!
Daddy's Rose

Moving Today (and catching up)

I am finally moving in after what feels like months of sorting, organizing, packing, hauling, and lifting. The apartment finally is starting to look like a place to call home with little pretty things here and there to make it feel like "me." Daddy has even given me a few things to help decorate it! We have an old tapestry of a Middle Eastern dancing girl, which is one of my favorite scenes we have performed over the past few months. There is also a very pretty statue of a bathing woman, naked and gorgeous.

We also went to a thrift store the other day and found some very lovely items that will be used in play. First, there is the pretty pink nightie with little ribbons that I have hardly taken off since we got back from the store. It is just covering my butt so anytime I bend over, Daddy will get a glimpse of my pretty pussy. We also got a ruffly bra top that I spill out of, hence my new fetlife picture. A Care Bears towel/blankie for after baths given to me by Daddy. A brown velvet long dress as the start of a medieval peasant costume. A white ruffled top that would look very nice over a diaper. Black high heels with a little white bow that will be perfect for little school girl outfits. It's amazing all the things we can find to suit our kinky purposes.

Today will probably be somewhat hectic and since Daddy has to go in to work, not everything is getting moved today, but our big bed will be there for us to enjoy while the other furniture pieces get moved in one by one. In a way too, it is kind of bittersweet to leave my mom's house. This is where Daddy and I first laid eyes on each other in the flesh. This is where I paced nervously waiting for him to pull up the driveway. This is where I laid in his arms so many nights and where I was diapered for the very first time. It is sad to leave this place behind in a sense, but I know this is a new beginning for us. We will be freer to do as we wish with fewer prying eyes. We will be starting a new chapter, one of promise and hope and many, many kinky adventures :)

Playtime

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Revelations

My Daddy and I have grown a lot as a couple already. We have "felt" our way through scenarios and situations, learning what works and what does not. For example, it really works when I get creative with my dirty talk, branching out beyond the moans and groans (even though it is sometimes really hard for me to concentrate on forming words when Daddy fucks me). All roleplaying and costuming has worked for us as well, although I now know that I need some amount of planning in a more intense scene so I am not taken by too much surprise and things don't go beyond what I can handle at that moment. Also, I know now that I should never call out or involve my Daddy in any scene involving pain beyond Daddy spanking me, as my Daddy loves me lots and it pains him as a Daddy to give me pain and excessive force, even when I clearly want it.

We are learning how to blend the various roles. I am at all times to varying degree his slave, his little, and his girlfriend. From time to time, one of these aspects will be the most prominent. When we are sharing a nice night with our friends, I am The Girlfriend. When we are snuggling on the couch or I sit happily at his feet, I am The Little Girl. When he hands me his dishes or commands me to refill a glass of water, I am The Slave. I never had too much of a hard time reconciling these various aspects of both myself and our relationship, but time has helped define the boundaries more clearly during scening and to blur them at all other times.

And having lived "the lifestyle" for four months now, I have formed new connections and opinions that I have not held before. I have made quite a few friends online and hope that this blog will be a pathway to even more of that. I have learned that I sometimes get frustrated by non-sexual ageplayers, the ones who seem to crusade and push that their way is the only way. My Daddy and I both strongly believe in the Live and Let Live policy so long as what everyone is doing is safe, sane, legal, and fun.

Of course, I have had many revelations about AB/DL over the past few months, transforming from someone quite hesitant to even try it to someone loving every second of it. I even had an old memory trudged up a few days ago of a period of sexual experimentation shortly after I began menstruating. I would take several of the thick pads and line the inside of my panties completely with them and wear them for awhile like that. I never thought "Diaper" in my head but clearly the sensation is not unlike that. Perhaps my Daddy has unlocked some secret fantasy I never knew I had but was always lurking there under the surface.

In only four months, we have learned all this and more things that a short little blog post could not adequately explain. These have certainly been the busiest four months of my life, but also the most wonderful. I am secure in the knowledge of my Daddy's love and return to him the same amount of affection, awe, and love. Stay tuned for lots more revelations as we grow and experiment and live!

Sick Night with Daddy

Well, I guess all that stress got to me and last night when I was with Daddy, I started to feel weird and fevery and shivery and icky. I fell asleep in Daddy's lap while he stroked my hair and woke up feeling not very nice. So Daddy said he would come home with me and take care of his little girl for the night.

I love to take care of Daddy as his little slave girl, but it is so nice when he takes care of me too! He made sure that I drank enough, kept me in bed, and put in a movie we could watch in bed. Of course, one thing led to another and we did make love for awhile, which was very nice...Daddy rocking me with his big cock in our bed while I held onto my favorite stuffed animal, my bunny, Flopsy.

And after we finished, Daddy said I needed to put a diaper on since I dreamed about it the night before so he pulled one out of his bag and proceeded to tape it on. I felt that immediate safe, cushy, yet somehow erotic feeling. I felt littler still and began to enjoy the role, that young, carefree side of me.

It was very nice of Daddy to come over like that. I felt kind of bad, since I was so exhausted that I was out for the night at only 9 pm, leaving Daddy alone and bored. But I slept through til the next morning and feel much better as a result, having let go of some of that stress, drank more water, and slept a good amount for once.

Hmm...maybe I should get sick more often!

Last night's dream

I rarely have truly visceral, narrative-driven dreams. More often than not, my dreams involve a simple image or concept which rather gets revisted again and again within the dream itself and I simply fast-forward or rewind in a neverending cycle until I wake up. This is sometimes frustrating, like I am getting nowwhere but on certain occasions, it is really lovely to slow things down, focus on the minutia, and receive a fuller understanding.

Last night's dream was one of those special occasions and it dealt with the erotic side of me. In it, I was lying on my bed completely naked, save for a thick white diaper. It felt so real I didn't realize I was dreaming until I woke up. The diaper felt conversely cushy (padded around my butt and pussy lips, which were plump and swollen with desire) and tight (with pressure on my hip bones, pelvis, and inner thighs). I could keenly feel the diaper taped onto my body.

I lay there, savoring the sensation. I was not tied to the bed, but I still felt restrained, like I knew I was not allowed to leave the bed even though my Daddy wasn't there to keep me from leaving. It was more like mental bondage. I knew what the expectation was and I was determined to follow orders.

Being quite new to AB/DL, dreams like this still surprise me. I never expected to be involved in this type of play, much less like it and want more. But here is my subconscious acting out a fantasy for me of me diapered and held at a little age by mental force alone, the always present dominance of my Daddy even when he is not with me physically.

Do you ever dream like this? A simple image that sticks with you and keeps you wondering? One that reinforces an idea growing in your mind?

In the Kitchen

Until May 15th, Daddy and I both live with our parents as we search for jobs in this tough market and economy. I am moving out shortly into a wonderful new space, complete with a second bedroom brimming with possibilities for a 'little's room.' We have dreams of a crib, play pen, stuffed animals corner, Daddy's workspace, etc. We cannot wait to begin filling that room with all of our kinky toys, clothes, and implements.

But until then, we have had to make due. Luckily, my mom is not averse to me bringing my boyfriend over for the night so we take advantage of that fact a few times per week. It is not ideal though. The location is not great, there is a very unruly dog in the house, and my mom chainsmokes like there's no tomorrow, a fact my Daddy and I both hate.

But the worst thing of all is the lack of privacy. We rarely get to be completely alone, just the two of us. Either my mom is right next door or his parents are just upstairs and we are vulnerable to being discovered, as has already happened a few times. One time, we were in the middle of having sex in an empty house when the rest of the family came back home early. We have never whipped our clothes on so fast before! What a frustrating experience.

But there is an unexpected upside to all this sneaking around. It is kind of fun to try to find ways to make contact possible and one of those ways for us is to go into the kitchen and steal a few embraces before someone walks in on us. Daddy began to grope me in the kitchen just yesterday, whispering in my ear that he would bend me over and fuck me if we were alone, all the while gripping my ass and pussy, giving me the mental image of a ripe peach about to burst between my legs.

Not being able to touch each other, say what we really mean, and be generally intimate has forced us to be creative. And furthermore, we can exchange messages nonverbally now. A simple look, a tug on the necklace, etc. will make me understand what Daddy wants even if he cannot verbalize it at the moment. I think all this has brought us closer and made us even more creative in the long run. I love running my hand over Daddy's body, wondering if at any moment, we will be caught. Until we have a place of our own, I will treasure the stolen moments and I will always remember the kitchen as a place of sweet embraces and naughty whispers.

100 Things I love About Daddy, Part 4!!!

Last post on this topic!

24. That it gets me so excited to see Daddy tying up his necklace, because I know it means I about to be fucked by him!

23. The feel of Daddy's soft eyebrows beneath my fingers as I trace them

22. The way Daddy moans and growns as I kiss his neck and throat

21. Daddy's knack for finding the kinkiest "vanilla" items when we are out and about

20. Daddy's self-awareness and interest in my well-being

19. The way Daddy just rolls me over in the middle of the night to use my body as he pleases

18. The fact that Daddy loves to hear me make noises of pleasure during sex

17. That the most I ever came in one night (4 times!) was with Daddy

16. That Daddy calls me "Princess" so sweetly

15. That Daddy likes when I take care of him, stroking his hair, fetching him things, etc.

14. That Daddy makes me feel spoiled, even when we are just hanging out together

13. That I can't bear to be away from Daddy for more than a day

12. How Daddy encourages me to a better person by his example

11. How Daddy sometimes makes me cum when I don't feel like it but that I am always grateful afterwards

10. How Daddy likes me in a costume, skirt, jeans, or simply nothing at all

9. The way that Daddy walks me to my car after a visit to say goodnight

8. The manner in which Daddy so wonderingly and sweetly calls me his whore and slut

7. That Daddy fingered me in public on our first date

6. That Daddy honestly wants to know my opinion on things, even if he has the final say

5. The firm control Daddy has over me, which I feel even when I am not with him

4. How lucky I feel to have met my Daddy and the lonely despair I feel when I think back to times without him

3. How every time I look at my collar, I renew my promise to be his

2. How Daddy's powerful, big cock feels thrusting in and out of my tight, shaved pussy

1. That Daddy is my soul mate, the love of my life, the man I will marry!

Thank you, Daddy, for all these reasons and for giving me new ones everyday!
Daddy's Rose

Stress

Oy! I love spring because it is beautiful and it means summer is soon to be here, full of sunshine-y days, swimming, and ice cream...But as a student, it means that I am stressed out. I finish school soon and have all sorts of papers and projects due soon. I am keeping on top of things, but it requires dedication and and a sense of organization that is taking a lot out of me.

There are also some personal issues going on. I am moving out of my mom's house in two weeks, which I am very excited about, but she is having separation anxiety and "empty nest" feelings which are confusing me when I should be happy and lighthearted. Also, needing to buy new things, spend as little money as possible, go through everything I own already, pack it up, and take it over to my new apartment is exhausting!

A few other weird occurences and unpleasant events recently have made me stressed out and stretched thin. I feel like my patience is at its breaking point and like I might soon say something to someone which I will regret. But since I know that I am out of sorts, I am keeping an eye on myself and trying to defuse situations before they become ugly. As a genuinely sweet girl who loves to keep the peace and not rock the waters, I can't wait until school is done and things will quiet down (hopefully).

Part of this post has just been to release these feelings and partly, it is meant to put it out there that my posts may be more irregular this week given my busy schedule and due dates. I love having this blog, it gives me great pleasure to share with you intimate details of my life, but if I get tied up (and no, I don't mean tied up in good, kinky way) I might miss a day or two. Please understand and check back later for happier and sexier posts. Until then, take care all of you and feel free to leave any feedbacks, comments, or suggestions!

Things I Love about Daddy, Part 3

50. That Daddy believes in true love
49. How Daddy groans and pants as he get close to cumming
48. The many role-playing scenes we have performed together, from pirates to harem girls!
47. The sound of Daddy's voice whispering dirty little secrets into my ear
46. The way Daddy performs all the voices when he tells me a naughty story
45. The way Daddy thinks of me before himself
44. The way Daddy wipes and kisses away my tears when I cannot bear to leave him
43. How it feels when Daddy kisses the tip of my nose and bops it with his finger
42. Daddy's care for little animals (especially me when I am Daddy's pet!)
41. The way Daddy will talk to me if I am lonely, even if I just spent all day with him
40. The way Daddy pinches and sucks on my pretty pink nipples, making them hard and sensitive
39. The different ways Daddy treats me as a woman, and a girl, and a babygirl
38. That Daddy can go days without showering and only smell more seductive to me
37. The supersexy way Daddy looks in his hot black undies
36. That it means so much to both of us when I gaze into his eyes and whisper "Daddy"
35. That Daddy got me interested in kinky things I have never tried before
34. That Daddy is a dreamer, but practical and realistic about it
33. The way Daddy's goatee tickles me when I kiss him
32. The way Daddy admires my smooth, hairless little girl skin
31. The way that Daddy takes care of me, especially when I'm not feeling well
30. That Daddy doesn't mind when I am clumsy or knock something over
29. The way Daddy's skin absorbs the smell of sex and holds onto it so I can lean in and remember our lovemaking
28. The way Daddy looks at me with such love and awe in his eyes
27. The way Daddy calls me a whore so lovingly
26. Daddy's firm hand spanking me thoroughly
25. Daddy taping me into a diaper, something I thought never to enjoy but now crave

Late Night Visit

Due to complications with our work schedules, I did not get to see Daddy for a whole 72 hours! Boo! I love being close to Daddy and have a hard time being away from him for that long. I survived by posting lots on this blog, looking at our pictures, and talking to him when I could.

But luckily, our separation has ended! Even though I had class til late at night, I popped over to Daddy's house and happily found myself in his arms once again. It was so nice to be in the same room again! I marvelled looking at his face, feeling his touch on my body, and the way he kissed me passionately in the kitchen, stolen, highly erotic kisses. And then he told me the best news I had heard all day: he was coming home with me!!!

We drove to my house (side note: I am moving in two weeks!) and got ready for bedtime. I put on my Little Mermaid nightie, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed with Daddy. When we sleep in our bed, I sleep against the wall so Daddy can control when I can get out of bed and when I need to stay put.

We relaxed for awhile, looking online, checking our Fetlife accounts, reading my updates on this site, etc. Just thinking about all that kinky stuff made me hot and bothered and I began to explore Daddy's body. With just one candelight flickering in the darkness, my naked body made an alluring display for my Daddy and he began to scratch my back, suck and toy with my nipples, finger my clit, and get ready for a good fucking.

Daddy pushed himself into me, causing me to inhale sharply at the explosion of feeling. I gasped as began to thrust in and out, making me gasp in delight as he rocked me gently then harder and faster, more insistent with each thrust.

I wanted to call out loudly, but had to hold it in. Instead, I moaned and cried into Daddy's ear as he began to whisper things into mine, statements like "You are Daddy's little fucktoy who just loves to get a good, hard dicking, aren't you?"

Daddy pumped my body harder and faster and I began to whimper, telling Daddy that I would be able to cum soon for him. He encouraged me to cum and shortly after, I came, writhing and thrashing underneath him.

Throughout the night and following morning, I had sex with Daddy four times and we both came, Daddy twice! Needless to say, it was an enjoyable night, a lovely reunion, and a great promise of things to come!

Some More Pictures of Me Diapered

100 Things I Love About Daddy, Part 2

74. Daddy's body hair, it's so manly, and just the right amount!

73. The way Daddy won't leave the house without a baseball cap on

72. Daddy's love of thrift stores and garage sales

71. The taste and feel of Daddy's cock stuffing my little mouth

70. The way that Daddy kisses me ever-so-gently on the forehead

69. Daddy's long, thick, and uncut cock

68. The way Daddy protects me when there is scary stuff around

67. The feel of Daddy's hand in mine as we walk around

66. That not a day goes by that Daddy and I don't talk to each other

65. That Daddy loves to give me permission to cum

64. How Daddy cums all over my face, chest, and tummy

63. How Daddy gets me all hot bothered so I lose all my dignity and I beg him to fuck me

62. How much Daddy loves all the women in his life

61. How Daddy already thinks of me as his wife and wants to give me his name someday

60. How we have such a shared background

59. That Daddy knows all about technology and things that I will never know

58. That Daddy is loyal to everyone he knows

57. How Daddy can be so masculine next to my femininity

56. The million times Daddy has already said "I love you"

55. The kind, warm gaze of Daddy's eyes locked into mine

54. The feel of Daddy patting my diapered butt

53. The feel of Daddy's lips pressed onto mine

52. The way that Daddy likes to show me off to others

51. How, when I wear a short little skirt, it doesn't stay on for very long!

I love you so much, Daddy!