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!

My Kinks

I had a question regarding my past with kinks, so I thought I would address it right away.

I have identified as submissive for a long time. As a child, I had erotic fantasies of being overpowered and controlled, kidnapped and enslaved. So the central themes of BDSM kink were already in place long before I knew what they were. I even asked to be tied to a pole when I was five years old! That to me tells me that my kink is deeply engrained in who I am.

Then during high school, the magical tool of the internet helped me to see that I was far from alone in these kind of kinks. A search for chastity belts opened up a whole new world for me and I was relieved that I wasn't just some crazy freak with weird ideas about bondage and servitude and sex.

After high school, I began to experiment more and more. I became more an active member of the community online, posting personals, subscribing to sites, etc. I also purchased new toys and experimented on my body, learning what felt good and what only sounded good on paper. It was also during this time that I learned I really wanted to be a slave, truly owned and collared by a good and strong master. So I intensified my search for him.

I interacted with two doms, neither of whom were a good match for me, nor I for them. One was too serious and interested in things I was not and the other was just out for a good time and not really interested in the real dynamics of a kink relationship. I felt discouraged, like I might not find the kind of commitment and mutual desire I had always hoped for. So I searched again.

And while messing around online, I found someone interested in ageplay. While I did not end up with this person, I am grateful that for the first time, I was able to see that I had a "little" side. I played at about ten years old with him and for the first time, called a potential master "Daddy." Our conversations were shortlived, but I now had a new tool in my arsenal.

One night, I saw a very cute redhead on CollarMe, a site I generally did not like. But here was a very nice-looking, sensitive, and intelligent man so I dropped him a very short "Hi". We spoke for months, beginning as friends with mutual interests, then it snowballed into very intense feelings before we even met. Luckily, those feelings were confirmed in person on our first date and we have hardly been apart since that chilly day in January.

Importantly, not only does my Daddy identify as a Daddy, but he instantly made me feel little-r than I ever had before. Where I played at ten before, now I felt five. Cuddling, sucking my thumb, wearing little girl skirts and jammies all felt perfectly natural, soothing, and wonderfully erotic. Calling Daddy "Daddy" is now second nature and I actually have to watch it so that I don't do it in front of the vanillas. I am a cute and fun-loving girl and that comes across in our relationship. I like nothing better than holding Daddy's hand as we are out and snuggling up to his strong chest when we lie down for a nap together.

Regarding AB/DL, I did not know much about it before my Daddy came into my life. I was never interested in playing that young and was not sure how I felt about it. It seemed to me to be more humiliating than anything I had ever done and the mental space it would take to play that young seemed even like dangerous territory to me. But then, I got sick. I had the worst sinus infection of my life and Daddy came to take care of me. That day was my entre into the AB/DL world as Daddy put me in his lap and bottle fed me orange juice til I thought I would burst. He rubbed me down and stroked my head, murmuring to me. He put a diaper on me so I would not wet the bed.

At first, I felt confused and surprised that here I was, diapered in my own bed. But I liked the attention and the secure feeling of being Daddy's little baby.

And a few weeks later, Daddy diapered me again. It felt more natural this time and I was more at ease although I was still learning what to do and what not to do, what to say and what not to say, that kind of thing.

Then something happened that I never expected: I craved Daddy making me his little babygirl. I began to long for that special attention that is somehow more charged when I am a baby than at any other time. I longed for the feel of a cushy diaper on my bottom and a pacie filling my mouth, giving me something to suck on. No one was more surprised than me, and no one was more delighted than my daddy.

Just last week, he diapered me again and gave me the diaper to take home. That night, without my Daddy present, I put it back on and slept through the night that way. I have come a long way already and look forward to the many AB/DL adventures we will have!

100 Things I Love About Daddy, Part 1

There are so many wonderful things about my Daddy, I thought I would list a few of them (100 in fact!) to share them with you. So for the next few days, my posts will be "100 Things I Love About Daddy." Enjoy!

100. The way Daddy's eyes sparkle and crinkle when he laughs

99. The fact that Daddy can survive on Cherry Coke and candy alone

98. That Daddy and I are content to snuggle on the couch rather than go out

97. That Daddy shares my love for all things Disney

96. That Daddy has so many different kinks and yet knows how to tie them together

95. That I am littler with Daddy than with anyone else

94. The way Daddy toys with my hair

93. That Daddy can make me purr like a kitten with the slightest touch

92. Daddy's red hair and freckles

91. The way Daddy needs to share things he loves with people he loves

90. The way Daddy gets so excited sometimes and can't contain it

89. Daddy's long, lanky legs that allow him to tower over me

88. All of Daddy's dreams for our future

87. The way Daddy cherishes his friends and treats them with respect

86. The consideration Daddy shows to even strangers

85. That Daddy is a creature of habit, just like me

84. The feel of Daddy's strong chest beneath my little fingers

83. Daddy's smell, which acts like an aphrodisiac upon me

82. The way Daddy takes time to explain things so all people will understand fully

81. The feel of Daddy's long fingers stroking my clit and plunging into my pussy

80. The deliciously erotic bedtime stories that drive me wild with desire

79. The middle-of-the-day "I love you" messages from Daddy

78. That Daddy cannot pass by a claw machine without playing at least once

77. That Daddy lets me steal his favorite track jacket and wear it around town

76. That Daddy has to say "Fluffy" and "Delicious" when ordering French Toast

75. That Daddy cuts my food into little-girl-sized bites for me

Thank you for all these things, Daddy! More to come...

Storytime!

Daddy loves to tell me kinky stories and I love to hear them.

It all started before we ever even met, when we would talk online for hours and then call each other up for a goodnight story.

Daddy would tell me all kinds of kinky things, from our very first kinky story of a schoolgirl who is chained to her desk, unable to write even her name on her paper. Then her teacher discovers the lazy little student and must teach her afterschool in a special, one-on-one kind of way. And of course, the teacher pins a note on the little girl's chest so that her Daddy will see what a bad little girl she was at school. Daddy has to then punish such insolence as the little girl cries out for mercy as Daddy whips her with his belt and fucks her to quiet her down.

Since that first story, which I thought of for days afterwards (even daydreaming about it at work, getting moist right there at my desk), we have had many stories. Some of them are fantasies, featuring elaborate scenarios and characters. Daddy is very good at doing the voices and adding little details which delight me. Some of them are more realistic and feature just the two of us. Many of these stories have led us to experiment sexually and some have crept into other scenarios.

Thank you, Daddy, for all the goodnight stories and tuck-ins. I love hearing your deep voice sweep me off to sleep, dreaming of all the wonderful and kinky things we will do together. Maybe you can tell me another one tonight :)

Moving Out

I am excited that I am preparing to move out into my own apartment within the next months. It's fun going through all of my old things, reliving the memories behind each object, figuring out what to keep, what to donate, what to toss. Today I went through my dresser and closet, looking at old clothes, toys, miscellaneous items, etc.

My primary impression was of how much of an impact my Daddy has had on my life. As I look around my room, I can see little pieces of him everywhere. His jackets hang on my bed post since I am always stealing them and wearing them around town to have a little piece of him with me at all times. The very first collar he gave me hangs next to the bed that has become ours over the last few months. The stuffed animals Daddy has given his little girl sit together on a chair just waiting to be hugged and loved, especially my favorite bunny, Flopsy. There's the wax elephant from our fun but chilly zoo trip in February, the Care Bears Daddy won for me at the Mall of America, the strip of photos from the Rainforest Cafe.

So many memories, and all of them are lovely and close to my heart. When I see these things, I feel like I am with my Daddy even when I am not. And to think that none of these things were here before, that there was ever I time I survived with my loving Daddy.

And of course, there is our suitcase, now so full of kinky clothing, costumes, toys, and implements that I have to sit on it to get it to close. We have collected a lot of fun and kinky things over the past three months, a promising beginning to a collection of things that turn us on faithfully. We have everything: rope and cuffs, diapers and pacifiers, gags, a vibe and dildo, short little girl skirts, schoolgirl outfits, collars and leashes, clamps, and so much more.

I am excited to begin this new chapter, having my apartment where Daddy can visit me often and we will have more privacy then we currently do. New beginnings are so exciting!

The Rules

Some couples involved in kinky lifestyles have a long, long list of rules, of do's and don't for the submissive. These may involve daily rituals, prescribed behavior and protocol, etc. The slave may need to wait to take a bite until her Master does so first. The slave may not have use of furniture. Some M/s relationships thrive with many restrictions.

That, however, does not apply to my Master and I. We have a general understanding of what the do's and dont's are, but several factors have influenced our relationship, which many in the lifestyle would consider quite casual and relaxed since we don't have a lot of rules.

First, we do live in a vanilla world. It is not impossible to be kinky in plain view, but it is difficult to maintain a certain amount of discretion and respect for those not interested or even offended by our way of life. I am a student and a teacher and a normal worker and I do not wish for any of those aspects of my life to be compromised by the fact that I have a Master. We live among our family and friends and both my Master and I believe we maintain the dynamics of our relationship nonverbally in front of such people and do not need overt discipline and obviously kinky measures to maintain my submission and his dominance.

Second, while we enjoy Master/slave very much and fall into those roles naturally and quite often, our most comfortable and reliable roles are Daddy/little girl. There are a lot of expectations and boundaries inherent in such roles, i.e. needing to hold Daddy's hand as we cross the street, but these are not written in stone. Additionally, these roles are less rigid and allow for more flexibility in our everyday lives.

Third, I have to admit that I am a good girl for Daddy. While I like to be mildly naughty every now and then so Daddy will have a reason to tan my hide, I really am all sugar, not spice. I like knowing that I have pleased him, that I have given the right answer, that I am Daddy's good little girl on her best behavior, a little girl any daddy would be proud of.

Thus, we just don't have all that many rules set in stone. I am not allowed to touch myself in a sexual way without Daddy's permission, so I have to ask every time I want to cum. I know the punishment for an infraction of this rule would be severe, so I do not dare to cum without permission. And if Daddy gives me a direct order concerning anything, I am not allowed to disobey. Failure to comply promptly will be met with a scolding or worse.

Some people in our lifestyle would look down on us for having so few set rules...and yet, I think we are happier and more natural than those who can't do this and must do that and god forbid they do that. It works for us. Whatever works for you, works for you. I know that as long as I am Daddy's little girl, I will strive to be a good one and it is fear of disappointing Daddy that keeps me from crossing the line.

Last Night With Daddy

Last night, Daddy came over to my house and slept in our big bed with me. We cuddled and snuggled and touched and talked.

And of course, Daddy rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs while I begged him to stuff my tight little pussy with his big, hard cock. It felt so delicious when he slid into me and began to pound me as he lifted my legs and kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

But the best part was yet to come...

After thrusting into me again and again, Daddy pulled out and lay next to me, panting. He pushed his hand down towards my pussy and began teasing me ever so lightly, slowly driving me mad with his little circles drawn with light fingers on my swollen and throbbing clit. He handed me my vibrator and I went to work on myself, hearing him play with himself right next to me, feeling the jerk of his body as it responded to his own pleasure, hearing his breathing become labored as the intensity increased.

Hearing and feeling his pleasure, I was overcome and exploded in pleasure myself, crying out Daddy's name and collapsing in his arms against his strong chest. Daddy came too, only a minute or two after me, the closest we have cum together so far. It was very powerful and intense, so we lay panting in each other's arms for a while afterwards until we fell asleep, exhausted by our mutual pleasure.

Thank you, Daddy for staying over with me and sharing this lovely experience with your little girl. I look forward to many more nights like this!

P.S. The picture above is of me sucking Daddy's cock!

How Daddy and I Met

I saw my Daddy for the first time on an online kink site and was instantly drawn to him. I dropped him a short little message saying, "I think you're cute!" Who knew those four words would change my life forever.

We spoke online for a few months as friends and we kept discovering more and more about each other. Turns out, most of our kinks matched up or were compatible and we even went to the same high school at the same time!

Chatting online turned into phone conversations and then we decided it was time to meet.

On January 15th, 2010, my Daddy pulled up to my house and I nervously opened the door to greet him for the very first time. We had chemistry from the start and that very day, my Daddy Dom collared me with his symbol and claimed me until I died or he released me. I was so happy! I soared through the next few days, blissful with the knowledge that I was bound to a good, handsome, and very loving Daddy and Master.

That day, we did mainly first date-type activities, including going to see The Princess and the Frog in the theater. Much to our surprise (and delight), we were the only ones attending a Friday early showing of this wonderful film and had the whole theater to ourselves. Needless to say, we took advantage of such an opportunity and Daddy began to finger me right then and there in the empty theater.

What a memory! I was lost in the rapture and excitement of this seemingly kismet relationship. Now we have three months plus of a relationship behind us and we have found something to enjoy every single day. We couldn't be happier and look forward to a loving and very kinky life together!

P.S. The photo above is one of the first my Daddy ever saw of me!

Bonus- a picture from today!

This is a cute picture of me diapered at my Daddy's house while we watch cartoons together...

Our First Day Blogging!

Hello to all future followers, since we have none yet :) I plan on posting regularly to this blog, telling you all about my Daddy's and my erotic adventures, asking for your helpful comments, and of course, suggestions! I look forward to hearing from many of you and hope you take an active interest in our blog! Thanks and here's to many blog posts in the future!
Daddy's Rose