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!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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
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
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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
Daddy's Rose
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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 :)
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 :)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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