Amazing, she wrote my thoughts and didnt know it...

I found this website : www.babygirlsndaddydoms.webs.com While reading one of the pages about babygirls and their Master/ Daddys.... I was blown away. How can this woman who is a perfect stranger write those words that were in my mind. I truly am his babygirl. Deep down, I dont know if I'd ever have it in me to look for nor even want another. The circumstances in which my Daddy and I have grown together are so unique, I think even an earnest effort to recreate them would be fruitless.

Here are some exerpts that.... *laughs softly*... that were pulled from my mind.


In order for a babygirl to truly be herself with her Daddy, its vital that she find the One that she trusts completely and without hesitation. This trust starts outside of the 'dungeon'. Her trust must be unwaivering and is a neccesity before the relationship can be fulfilling for B/both. A girl's submission and trust is her gift to her Master, a gift that must never be tarnished by her Daddy. A Daddy is unwaivering and consistent, which allows you to trust withough hesitation. you know you've found the One meant for you when you can say and honestly feel as though there is nothing that your Daddy would ask, that you'd not do.

I wont go on with what it says, but check the link here : http://www.babygirlsndaddydoms.webs.com/whatisababygirl.htm  I am grateful that she took the time to write it. Even more grateful that I'm not alone in my thoughts and feelings.

She spoke of a "safe haven"  Daddy is that for me. He is the calm in my storm. He is the spark that ignites the flames that burn so deeply within me, I'd no idea that for so long they smoldered beneath what society smothered them with.

I'll write later of my tasks for today.

Kiss for Dadddy

I was able to exhange email/notes with Daddy last night for a few minutes. It was wonderful feeling as if he were 'there'. I miss him so much. But, I am a strong girl. I'm his babygirl and I have him in me. That fact alone makes me stronger than most. I dont say that boasting, I say that with a grateful heart.

I adore you, my One.

Today's Kiss for Daddy 6-30

I adore you my One. You are missed.

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)

Last nights Task & Today's Kiss for Daddy

I'm in a weird mood today. I call it my 'safe mode'. It's like I'm sorta neutral? I don't sense any ups or downs. I haven't had my heart beat hard for good or bad reasons. Perhaps I'm tired, perhaps it's just be being out of balance. This 'mode' isnt me. I'm generally in good spirits. I like to smile, I like how smiling affects others. So.. perhaps its a good thing I write this. I dont like feeling so distant from Daddy. I miss him terribly *sighs feeling my eyes burn a bit*

Today's Kiss... I have seen this pic before. I think I've sent it to Daddy via email. It has so much passion and shows his power, I can almost feel her knees weaken at his touch *smiles and sighs softly*

Last night I completed part of my daily tasks, an orgasm, by cumming in my computer chair while watching a chick on porntube (or some porn site) going down on a guy. OH.. MY.. GOD.. she was freakin' incredible. Heather Brooke was her name. She looks so young. But she sucked his cock sSOooo well. I IMed Daddy that I wanted to be hypnotized so my gag reflex wouldn't affect me when I suck cock. I would love to take Daddy's cock deep like she did.

As I was saying, I was at the computer, watching the videos, watching her take the long cock deep. I had my pink vibe held down on my clit, shorts already down around my feet, as I lay back and slip into the scene. The vibe can be so intense I have to actually keep it to one side of my clit. Its just WAY too intense to hold it on it or have direct connection. I've done it, with Daddy in voice, he's pushed me to hold it there as long as I can. Of course I end up screaming and my body shuddering. Its just SOOO intense!!! I've been driven to tears with its intensity right on the clit. ((Hearing Daddy whisper encouragement and direct me to keep it there longer makes me sooo freakin' wet))

The man on the video was just about to cum as I felt my orgasm climbing. I imagined the girl being me, and the man Daddy. Looking up to him as I wiggle my head down his shaft, shoving his cock a bit deeper. I came sooo hard. That vibe has a way of making my muscles contract and hold a bit longer with each wave. One time I touched my post-orgasm clit with the vibe when removing it.. HOLYyyy shit that made me jump!! HAhaha

I was a good girl and able to go to the gym as well. I didn't do a major work out as I was still a bit tired from my tummy issues earlier in the week. I was on the treadmill for 30 minutes and went through some of the weight machines, upper body. Today I've been able to eat a bit more and tonight intend on doing a High Intensity class at the gym. :)

I actually feel better writing. Amazing how writing (and recalling an orgasm) can brighten ones spirits. :~}

I miss Daddy so much. *sighs feeling my throat swell* I've tried not to think of missing him today, stay in my safe mode, but he's such a huge part of me I cant deny that I miss him. Yes.. some days we don't contact each other that much, but there is just something about knowing I'll be lucky if I get a couple sentences a day for the next couple weeks. It makes my throat swell up. If you read this Daddy.. I know we only have this moment. But.. forgive me for being selfish and wanting you for all my moments. *swallows hard and blinks back the burning tears* I love you.

Tasks While He's Gone & How I came

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It is a dream of mine to serve Daddy 24/7. 

Serving your Mistress or Master

I found this at this link, it is very interesting :)

I saw the other day on Femdombride.com that Goddess Starla had gotten fired from her job. She came home obviously very sad and depressed but was greeted by Randy who knew just how to service her to cheer her up a bit. Randy’s such a good husband slave. I know that because as soon as Goddess Starla walked in the door he could ll that she was not feeling too good and he immediately went about finding a way to change her mood. A good slave has to be hyper sensitive to their Master’s or Mistress’s feelings.

There have been countless times when Master has come home in a fowl mood and I have had to judge whether it’s the type of mood that I can change by servicing him or whether it’s the kind of mood that is unalterable and I should just go sit in the corner silently until the clouds have disapeared. It’s not always easy judging your Master’s moods. There have been times, in the begining where I would just seem to sometimes make him worse off than he was but I quickly learned to decipher the variations of grumpiness so that I now know what to do when confronted with a particular state of mind.

Sometimes all that a nasty temperament requires is for me to throw myself down upon my knees and to kiss his boots to show how happy I am that he has just walked into the door. Other times a back rub will do the trick  or even a blow job. When he is in the worst of moods complete submission is usually the best route and I’ll sometimes misbehave so that he’ll have to punish me and in doing so release some of his pent up feelings.  Randy judged Starla perfectly as he gets down to worship her shoes and feet. By the end of the episode, Starla is even wearing a little smile on her lips as she shoves her foot deep into Randy’s mouth. Looking at these pictures made me realize one of the many important duties that a slave has to his or her Master or Mistress and that is to properly service them even when they are in horribly bad moods!

Go to the link to see the pics. I DREAM of being able to please Daddy 24/7. 

Just 'off'

((I started this last night, but sleep got the best of me))

Daddy's been out of (normal) touch for 5 days now. It's been the longest 5 days. He's been gone before, but it seemed as if he was in contact more. Perhaps the fact that he'll be gone for weeks this time is in the back of my mind.

Me, I was sick for a few days. I hated to tell him about it. I didn't want to take away from his vacation. But, I knew if I didn't, he'd be more cross with me. I've had to have some tests done, hopefully all will be ok... Tummy issues.

I had a good cry last night. I was missing him so badly. I vented a bit via email. All the while bawling hard. I think it helped. I'd not been able to eat, I was tired, frustrated, still had things that needed to be done for my boys (2 sons). It definitely cleared my head.

I've felt "off" since he's been gone. The longer I know him, the more I feel as if he's definitely a balance in my life. It's a new feeling for me. I was always told to not 'need' anyone, especially a man! hehe. But the need I feel for him doesn't stem from a weakness. It's like it stems from something deeper. He is such a part of me. His voice is in my head. His words of wisdom. He laugh.

I think of him and my body instantly reacts in some way or another. Right now, with him being gone so much, its an ache in my heart. It's like that home-sickness that is felt to the depth of your core when you just dont have that foundation that you need. I am a strong and intelligent woman. But I am also Daddy's babygirl. The day I gave myself to him, that I submitted my entire being t him, I was given permission to need him. He's smart, he knows the responsibility that comes with owning someone. I don't think he took collaring me lightly.

BAH! I'm rambling and whats worse my mind is skipping from one thought to another. Enough for now.

Today's Kiss For Daddy 6-28

Daddy's seen my eyes. I'd say in the light they are actually a bit lighter than these (they look as if they've been colored anyway). The light affects the lightness of mine, but.. I think Daddy can imagine my eyes looking up at him with more than a pair of lips at my mouth *smiles wide*

I love you so much Daddy. I miss you terribly. I feel as if a piece of me is missing. I am being a strong girl for you, but... please forgive me for needing you so much. It's not because I'm weak, it's because you own me. I feel a bit lost without my One.

Today's Kiss for Daddy 6-27

As always Daddy, my lips are Your's, as is my every inch of my body. But, you and I both know, I have no choice anymore, do I? I am Your's. I made the choice once to give myself to you. Since then, I've no choice BUT to crave you, to please you, to need you as I need the air in my lungs. I adore you, my One.

Today's kiss for Daddy 6-26

Here is Daddy's kiss for today.

I love you more than I should, more than I thought I could, and each day I am a better woman for having you in my life.

Long Distance or Not, I'm His babygirl...

I stopped blogging for a bit. I stopped because I felt as if I didn't deserve to be called a Daddy's babygirl because my Daddy is so far away. I know now, it doesn't matter where He is, He is my Daddy. He is the One I've submitted to, I've given myself to Him. He controls me with a word, often with just a breath. Hearing him breath when we talk, its as if his breath is passing through me. The whole point of this blog was to use it as an avenue of expression. For me to voice my thoughts, fears, kinks, and desires. I know that Daddy reads this, but I also know that my Daddy is such a wise and intelligent man. He, from what I can tell from the past half year, He doesn't take my issues personally. My garbage/baggage is something that he wants me to be rid of. He knows how much I love him, need him, and just simple belong to him. He sees me. He sees me so clearly it scares me sometimes. But, its also a relief. Never before have I felt so completely open to someone. So completely vulnerable. So owned.

I cant be other babygirls. I can't compare myself to the other bloggers and their lives. My life is mine. I don't know when/if I'll ever be able to write that I'm with my Daddy in RL. But, thats another post. I can say that the thought of NOT being with him someday makes me instantly tear up and my throat close. That sensation frightens me a bit. I'm a grown woman, mother, not as dumb as a box of rocks, yet this man has got such a hold over me. But.. the tighter the hold from him, the more free I feel.

So.. enough for now!

 I intend on doing those 30 days of truth and kink. I think they will be a good exercise.

FYI.. my Daddy is out of normal contact for a few weeks. Usually we are in contact throughout the day, via email or gchat. Even a few times a week in voice. But for the next few weeks he'll only be able to contact me sporadically. It's killing me yes, but it is what it is. Its a risk of loving someone who's got another life that doesn't include me. Or I should say, doesn't include me to the extent that I'd so love. SOOoo..that means I'll (hopefully) write more. I still have to do my daily journaling for him as well as a type of affirmation at least 3 times a day. But that another post :)

*hugs*

I liked the pic/saying below. Thought it was sweet.



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Lots has happened.. but while reading other blogs about Daddy/babygirl relationships, mine seems somewhat silly. So many good blogs out there about real life Daddy/babygirl happenings and events and just everyday life :)   

I may keep adding links to all things Daddy/babygirl.

*hugs*

two hands and one heart

A Task From Daddy

Last week Daddy had a task for me. I was to crop my ass 12 times, then straddle his boot and grind my pussy against it until I came. If there were issues doing that I was to, while stradling still, use a vibrator and cum on his boot. After doing that I was to lick it clean and thank him for the task.

First I cropped my ass. I struck it more than he instructed. I tested different ways. The hard on strikes made me almost fall over with cringing pain. Then.. I tried more controlled,  not so hard but fast slaps, gradually getting a bit harder. Oh they hurt, but it was more like a climbing pain, one that was like a stamina building.. escalating. The sudden strikes.. they will take getting used to perhaps.. or not used to, but accustomed to. I want to find a way to redistribute the pain. BUT.. i think if I were to be into my Master's space, that subspace, I think I would handle more than I'd realize.

 I took the boot from the closet and hugged it as I breathed in the leather. I used an extra pillow, raised the boot a bit. My ass was still stinging a bit. I straddled it, then reached down and parted my lips to place the toe of his boot on the clit. I was pleasantly surprised how it felt. Moving my hips back and forth, mmmm.. it was rubbing my clit so nicely. It was like a teasing rub. I started to remind myself, relax, not a race, slip into Master. Then I thought.. Ohhh the vibe clamps! Ohh those are intense. One side of the clamp does have little teeth, the other side is flat. Then... when they aren't turned up to the max, they do feel good, that hypnotic pain-good. But.. Ohhh and when they are on high vibe.. Ohhhhh my goodness!! (oh aching just thinking of it) I also got the vibrator as well.

I had the clamps on, straddling his boot. I thought to myself, "I need to have my hole over Daddy's boot so I will cum on the toe" So I positioned Daddy's throbbing fuck hole over the toe, pressed the vibe just above my swollen clit, and turned the clamp vibes on high. WOW the intensity!

I pressed the vibe, feeling myself slip into daddy. Feeling him in my mind as I was obeying him. Doing my best to please him. My body was on fire. I took the crop and started to repeatedly spank my right ass cheek.. over and over, quickly. It was during all these sensations that the pain and the pleasure were mixing so incredibly well. I kept whispering aloud "Thank You Daddy.. Thank You"  My nipples pinched so tightly hurting but the vibrations tickling them, me on my knees straddling his boot, the vibe by my clit and the crop consistantly on my ass. I felt this pang of wishing Daddy was there, but then the ache of feeling him deep within me. My being his good slut.. needing to be his good slut. My voice whined and whimpered as I kept going. It did cross my mind that if Daddy was there, I would beg him to please crop me as I was, to let the sensations mix. Then.. I would be able to slip deeper into Him.

I knew the orgasm was near, with the vibe my pussy will sometimes actually do these sort of pre-orgasm orgasm-type long contractions and then my clit will feel that uber-sensative pulse. It happened twice within a minute or so, I remember saying "Oh Daddy.. so so close". Then, I felt it, I said the word in my head over and over, hearing Daddy's voice. I didnt realize that I stopped cropping, I didnt stop consciously, but I remember during the orgasm thinking "fuck I stopped" and wished I hadn't. The feel of the orgasm made me stop *pouts*

As my orgasm subsided, my eyes felt that sort of swollen sensation, from the rush of blood I'm guessing. I removed the vibe, took a pic of my face as it showed me still aching, I didnt send it to Daddy though. I took a pic of the nipple as I pulled it a bit. Its amazing how the vibration and the pain balance out. But when the vibe stops, Oooo those little teeth on it are like JAWS. And pulling them off.. Oooooo I thought of what Daddy's told me. That I should have them pulled off while having the orgasm. I thought "If Daddy was here, he'd do that" these clamps cant be pulled tho, it would rip off my nipple! They have to be "opened" to be removed.

As I sat back I thanked Daddy for letting me be his. I'm so fortunate to have him in my life, even the bit that I have, I'm grateful for.

Boot time - Licking Daddy's Boot

Daddy tasked me to do something in RL that I've done many times in the Virtual World. To kneel and lick his boots. To kiss them with passion. To tend to them lovingly as my tongue licks at the leather to shine it.

I have a pair of "butch" boots. Sorta like biker boots. Black leather, thick sole, laces on the front but also zipper up the side, up over the ankles. When he brought up the task, my heart skipped. I knew I was going to enjoy doing that for him. I was pleasantly surprised how I took to it. I took some pics for him as well.


The feeling of the leather against my flat tongue as I slowly dragged it across the toe... it was mesmerizing. I didn't have any fear of "where was I last time I wore these". I just knew that what I was doing felt so good. It made my pussy ache.. one, because I was obeying my Master, two, because my mind had slipped into him and I could almost sense him there. He is buried so deeply in me. His voice echos in my mind. I could hear him as I was kneeling and licking. "There's my good girl, lick Daddy's boots nice and clean" I could almost imagine his hand along my back. I could almost feel my body tense as he reached those so very ticklish spots on my back.

Last night I said 'good night' to him as I clutched a boot. My chest on the floor, ass up in the air, my arm around the boot. I lay my cheek onto the boot and just slipped into him. Feeling him. Feeling how my mind spins when it if filled with thoughts of him.

I ache to place my lips upon his boot.

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.