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 :)