Sweet release for Daddy

*smiles and sighs with a bit of a drunken grin*

Daddy just emailed me this : "Hey sweetie. Drop to your knees and make Daddy hard. Cum for Daddy. Now."
 
Needless to say I did JUST that *smiles wide* I went into the bathrom, knelt on a towel by the bathtub, sitting on my feet I rubbed Daddy's clit until I came VERY hard. I felt like such a good dirty girl for him. My left arm across my nipples, hand on my right nipple, forearm on the left. *MMmmmm

I imagined His standing over me, his cock out, before my mouth. I heard him in my mind, as my thighs were on fire, my feet numb, I came hard, clenching my eyes, holding my breath, feeling my face flush from the orgasm and lack of oxygen.

I came and almost collapsed over the sde of the tub, letting the blood go back to my feet, feeling my pussy twitch a bit still.

I love being Daddy's slut. I love being his girl. Even after cumming, just thinking of him makes my pussy ache again.

Goosebumps and Completing a Task

I've found a couple audio waves that Daddy sent me months ago. *smiles and sighs* MMmmm to hear his voice. To hear him so loudly in my head. My heart skipped a bit the minute he spoke his first word. The goosebumps raise and my nipples get so hard, I feel my pussy throb deeply. Its only a matter of minutes until I feel that wonderful "flowering". *sighs a soft moan*

"Good morning little one. I hope you slept well last night. Perhaps much better than the night before. I wanted to remind you to have your red pen with you today, as a reminder of my presence. As a reminder of who allows you to cum or not. I'll be thinking of you, you'll be in my thoughts baby, kisses"

*SIGHS and feels my heart beating harder* The red pen.. watch the movie "The Secretary". I was instructed to watch it. Each time the red sharpie pen was shown/used, I was to rub my pussy through my panties with the red pen. *grins wide*

Daddy loves to use vanilla things for a bit of kink. There are so many household items I'll never look at the same. :~D

I am such a slut for him. It amazes me how my body reacts to him. A word, a breath... my head instantly spins and my heart leaps up into my throat. Over the months I've known him, the feeling has intensified.

I need to complete my task for the evening, my orgasm. I did well keeping up with the other things today, keeping track of my food, exercise, and the affirmation phrase I am to whisper/say/think on the 3's on the clock. 9, 12, 3, 6, etc. ((Today due to work tho I was late a few times :{ ))I am to touch his/my pussy and say "This pussy belongs to my Master. This cunny belongs to my Daddy. I am owned by my One"

I miss him so much. If he were home, we would have at least text-chatted this evening.

AH! I'm rambling...

The task, make Daddy's pussy cum. (I say "his" pussy, because I've given myself to him) I should go get my vibe.... brb...

I'm scanning over old chats. There was a chat when Daddy stated that "your actions are not your own anymore sweetie. you need permissoin concerning what and when you eat" *sighs softly and feels my pussy ache at that* No one has ever exicited me with controling me like him. He often tells me I "have no choice". That is so true. I have no choice, my body is his, it reacts to him.. as he said in that chat:

Daddy: and your cunt is no longer yours as you know
me: no Daddy.. its Yours.
Daddy: Your tits are mine.
your mouth is mine
and you represent me.
me: blinks long, breathing fast.. nodding.
Daddy: a part of me.
me: yes Daddy.
Daddy: you don't ever want to disappoint your Daddy do you?
me: no Daddy
not ever.
Daddy: nods and kisses your forehead
me: smiles and... breaaaths.   Daddy... you free me.
Daddy:" now that you are wet for Daddy perhaps you can think clearly how you will cum for me today.
me: smiles and blushes
.... perhaps in my van in the park...
Daddy: do it after your walk
when you are hotter
me: nods and smiles feeling the juices between his lips tickle
Daddy: perhaps glistening a little
think about how Daddy might have you on a leash walking you
or perhaps waiting for you back at the van
a little surprise visit.
me: breaths a soft whimper
Yes Daddy
Daddy: ok sweetie, Daddy loves his baby.
me: i love you Daddy
Daddy: you cum good for me
kisses
me: yes Daddy


MMmmmmmm *sighs deeply as I press the vibe harder on my lips, shorts around my feet.. replaying his audio wave*

Daddy I miss you so much.

*Rubs the vibe head around the clit slowly*

Your pussy Daddy

sighs a soft whimper "mmmmm Daddy"

imagines Daddy watching her.. making sure I tease his clit well. *sighs a moan*

oh fuck daddyyyy

sigghhssss daddyyy  im sooo wet

.... *insert hard orgasm here * .....

WHEWwsss

*smiles drunk lost in the thought of him*

I love you Daddy :D Time for bed, but I need to floss and brush still (nightly tasks also given to me by Daddy)

Much to catch up on...

Goodness!! Daddy's been home and I've been tasked some incredibly moving things. So much to talk about!!

But right this moment, this very second.. I'm still a bit lost in him. We just finished a text chat. Some are more "RL" where we may discuss our daily agenda or perhaps he only has popped in to say hello. He's so wonderful how even when he's so busy, he'll still pop online to say hello. Not a day goes by (except for the rare occasion he's out of town) that he and I don't chat and connect in some way shape or form. He is so good to me. I've always said that actions speak louder. And my Daddy's actions speak louder than he does. He doesn't get overly mushy. But from time to time he does, and it melts me beyond description.

Right now.. I still have the remnants of "him". It only takes a few words.. a phrase from him.. and I'm slipping into him. The conversation lead to me getting a collar for RL. My RL partner and I have discussed it. We often dabble in the BDSM, but for reasons I don't need to go into. He (RL partner)  will never be 'deep' into the lifestyle. But I've brought enough of what I've learned into our lives that its made our intimacy a lot more fun <smiles wide> So.. I asked Daddy if he found one for me that he liked, I would buy it. I would LOVE to wear it when we have our together time. It took just one phrase from him and I slipped so very hard into him... "using the collar ring to grab hold of... pushing my cock just a little deeper in that lovely throat"   <sighs and feels her mind slip> Ohhhh Daddy.... Mmmm my Master.. I so crave to be used by You. I slip into him.. I feel that subspace creeping in.  I'll have to do a post about how it feels to me. It's a form of hypnosis I think. I found a post about subspace and it hit home. I'll have to see if I can find it. I feel him still.. I feel how my head spins.. my eyes burn a bit and my breathing slips into those long deep slow breaths. I am so His.

Do I keep slipping more every day? Can it be possible? I dont know.. but it sure feels as if I do. <sighs and breaths a long content breath> I love you so Daddy.. I love you more than I thought I could. More than perhaps I should, but the depth and breadth of what I feel is all You, uniquely You, overwhelmingly You.

<breaths deeply> Ok. I'll stop the mushiness <grins>

I'm sure I'll have much more to write today to catch up :)

Daddy returns

Be still my heart *smiles* Ever been so relieved that you exhale and you didnt realize you were holding your breath? Thats how I feel at this moment.

I've missed my friend. The lump in my throat, the feeling of relief in my gut.... I'm so smitten, enamored,  infatuated, and perhaps obsessed with Him.

Does it make me weak to accept that in being a babygirl for him, I need him? Does it make me weak to accept that  yes, I need to be pushed. I am a smart, strong, and creative woman. But, I've always had that part of me that just didnt push myself. I was always the "B" student that got the "if she only applied herself" notations on her report card. It's almost a relief to accept I  "need". For so long I fought to accept "I dont need anyone". I think we all need someone. Hmmm... but what is the depth of that need? Interesting questions. Perhaps it must balance with trust? Perhaps someday he'll trust me as I do him. Until that time,I must accept the way things are. I must accept that in my 'needing' I'm vulerable. Being vulerable can be a scarey thing.

Anyway.. I'm rambling. Enough for now. I'm just pleased he is home. Such a relief

Tintin is on.

my Daddy

I won't reveal too much about Him. I love him too much to do anything to jeopardize His RL (Real Life).

He is probably the most intelligent man I know, yet he "holds back", I can tell ;-p  He has a peace about him that I've only encountered in people a few times in my life. When we voice chat I melt from his voice. I love that I can laugh and be silly, then in the next moment be an intelligent woman. He is the first person I've been able to truly open up to. I've got girl-friends I can talk to. But I'm too embarrassed to share about sexual desires and fantasies. I can tell him my biggest fear and my most dirty little secret, and I feel loved and understood.

Our time together started out as him being a submissive to me in a virtual world. Wow... that was over a year ago now. It was more of an experiment on His part, he's said. His main avatar is a Master. But he was the most fantastic submissive. I've always thought, it takes a great submissive to be a great Dom/Domme. Back then I fell for him, but I did my best to not 'let on'. Circumstance separated us for some months. We started talking again, more as friends, which I loved. Letting the walls down allowed me to see a bit of his depth. I asked him again to be Mine, yet he graciously declined. I had hurt Him before. I understood and I was so very happy to be able to call him friend.

It was through our chatting that it came out I was aching for a Master. I'd been a Mistress to many in this virtual world. I started out in that BDSM arena as a submissive. A friend I'd known for a while accepted my begging to be collared by him. He taught me much before I'd even thought of kneeling and I learned more being at his (virtual) feet. He was a kind and strict Master. He said I was the best slave he'd ever had. *smiles wide* I adopted much of his Dominant beliefs and feel that doing so has made me an exceptional Domme. But.. that's a story for another post *winks*

My Daddy. I do my best not to fawn over him too much. We have a private journal that I write in. He reads it and gets to know me. I will sometimes forget that he reads it. Now and then I'll see a comment from Him in it *smiles*. For a long time it was a requirement. Daily i HAD to write something. Now, here I am writing often in it and even wanting to start this blog. I love to write. I've been told I write well. I don't know if I'm grammatically or technically correct. I just write what I think and feel.

He's sooooo incredibly handsome. He's about 10 years older than me, a fact which I'm most happy with. I think older men are so much more interesting, less threatened with a woman who has half a brain, and know what they want in life. We live in the same time zone, which is nice. From what he's said, he's got a lovely family. I'd never want to do anything to risk hurting them. I'm not that selfish. He's greying which i also find so incredibly hot, and he's got these piercing eyes. His smile just makes my heart melt.

Before I even saw a picture him, I knew how I felt about. I didnt care what he looked like. His mind touched me in ways that no one ever has. When I logged in that avatar and knelt before Him for that first time, it was as if I was free. My body reacted in ways I'd never EVER felt in my life. The combination of trust, admiration, friendship... everything. I felt so comfortable and.. so at home. He was the One. He was my One.

How I feel often with him....

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I feel so vulnerable. It frightens me at times. I've opened myself up, peeled back the layers. I can see how I'm 'naked' and so... so under his control, his spell.... I'm His. His possession, His babygirl, His fuck toy.

We have talked at length about our pet names. We both have kids, we've both questioned, is it crossing a line? We've discussed things and have said at times in some way "yes, that's too weird and not right". I am uber protective of my kids. It took me months to find a home that wasnt in a half mile of a pedophile. The last thing I want to do is to 'create' a monster by being a babygirl to a man. I have thought at great length, and I'm very comfortable with the 'roles' we have taken. I'd not change a thing.


I joke that he's ruined me. I'll always compare men to him. He's more to me than I think I can even understand. Its so rare to have it all fall into place. But it has, and I adore him.. I love him and its as if each day is like the first. My heart races and I feel all weak. Its been 6 months since I first virtually knelt before him. And I dream of doing that in RL some day. But.. regardless of that dream, every day I wake comforted to have him in my life. To have him guide me. I would have no qualms about turning over every aspect of my life to him. I trust him... BUT...  ((There is always that "But" hahaha)) to be continued...