I was a bad girl last night. Those are the first words that came to mind as I sit down to write this while it is still early morning dark. I don’t know if that’s literally what I was; more like imperfectly submissive. I upset Daddy for sure. I got myself in a mental tangle,…
Ah, wonderful life-affirming, marriage-enhancing, heat-producing BDSM. After a long hiatus updating this blog while I dealt with health problems and a couple of no-fun surgeries – and feeling constrained by the whole #MeToo movement of female empowerment against unwanted sexual dominance by men – my Daddy and I have recommitted ourselves to our BDSM life…
So last year my Daddy husband Michael and I started posting excerpts from a book we had been writing about our – at that point – two-year ecstatic journey into BDSM. I imagined eventually posting the whole book, which covered the first six months our experience. Oh those glorious first six months! But then ……
I imagined myself ending up crouched in a closet, naked, insensible to myself, begging Daddy to be let out and fucked. And who would have any sympathy for idiot me? No one.
But even when we get there, I’ve felt constrained from writing about it, with all the #MeToo movement stuff and the loud and fierce female resistance to women being treated as sexual objects. It has seemed important to take that movement all in and give it space, figure out where the cultural feeling about sexual relationships will end up…
For the longest time, Michael has been openly calling me his baby girl, and referring to himself as my Daddy. He is able to say the words with an unabashed confidence that I cannot yet match. Most often I still call him “Daddy” only under my breath, barely audible. Oh, I call him Daddy in…
In our early days of exploring D/s, Michael and I spent a lot of time online, exploring BDSM sites and learning the language and lingo from others who’d been immersed in “the lifestyle” for ages. It was very comforting to discover we were not alone, that this path had been traveled many times and found…
Daddy finally – finally! – gets his cock in my ass. For an actual minute. I’ve already spent an hour face down across his lap with him spanking me and playing with my holes and sticking progressively larger butt plugs in me. They are the soft, more flexible ones that aren’t so rough on delicate…
The other night as I headed into our bedroom, I found my darling Daddy Husband watching the James Bond movie, Live and Let Die. Like many men, he loves watching the obviously dominant James Bond seduce sexy women into submission. As I looked at the screen, I said something about how young Jane Seymour was…
This morning, I slip off back to sleep after Daddy goes to work, and I dream that he has decided to start “anal training” and come back into the room to slip a butt plug in my ass. We have been talking about it so much lately, my growing desire to surrender to this ultimate…
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