“Come here,” Daddy says when he gets home from work. I walk toward him, and his hand claps onto my shoulder and he pushes me down onto my knees so forcefully that it makes me lose my balance a bit. Zing. I am instantly turned on just by that little bit of force, that one…
Last week, Daddy said he wanted to try a “slave training” experiment, and talked about doing that when we are on vacation in a few weeks. This excited me no end, I don’t know why, I have no actual desire to be in a slave arrangement. I like having a stern but loving Daddy, I…
In my very first BDSM relationship, I was the Dominant. Well, I played the role of Dominant anyway, dressing up in leather, whirling a flogger over my head, giving my masochistic boyfriend frequent beatings … and growing very irritated when he didn’t do what I told him. Aren’t you supposed to be my submissive? I’d…
It is not even three months since my husband and I discovered BDSM and began a journey into power exchange, and yet I go to bed each night thinking we have finally plumbed the depths of what D/s has to offer us. As we drift off to sleep, I press up against his back, certain…
This morning I wake to the feel of Daddy taking the covers off my behind, and then sliding two fingers into my ass. He does not ask for consent. He is opening me up and I am in such desperate love with that feeling, the way he invades my behind and pounds it a little…
Note from my future self: The following is an entry from my Submission Journal, written in 2015. Later, I would join a BDSM community, and learn the concept of Consensual Non-Consent, or CNC, and would be very excited to discover the name for my consistent longing to be forced to obey. Many in the community…
It’s been nearly five years since my Daddy Husband and I stumbled into BDSM and began a relationship-transforming journey. Make that a life-changing journey. Those early days – which I have been writing about here on this blog – felt like a spiritual conversion to a new way of understanding ourselves and each other; indeed,…
Daddy and I have been writing each other all day about my desire for him to force me to submit, how I crave rougher, and I am full of bravado as 5 o’clock nears. But once I hear the garage door open and the rumble of his car in the garage, I am suddenly scared,…
After our little D/s crisis of the other night, where I felt foolish for wanting to ask for anal training, and shut myself down, I keep wanting to ask Daddy, what are we DOING? I cannot wait for him to get home to have a real conversation, and it is easier for me to write…
So Daddy goes off to work this morning and I send him my thoughts about our little D/s moment of crisis from last night, and my epiphany on how I want to be more forcefully dominated. More forcefully forced. And this is what he writes me back: Well, my suddenly rebellious teenager, you have been a bad…
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