Ponder. What has made this Christmas so much better than the last few I have had?
And the answer is completeness, a sense of security, no sense of insecurity plus fulfillment.
A mad week really - I have seen you twice (hurrah!), driven about 500 miles, completed every task put my way plus come out the end of it smiling. Weary smile perhaps tonight but a definite smile.
Last year I was a defensive, uncharming, scratchy bundle of grump. This year I can truly say I am happy.
We spent another wonderful 48 hours together. Just being - normality - food, films, hugs and giggles. And boy did it feel good.
We spent some time exploring each other. To be woken up by your big hand on the back of my head guiding me down to your cock was just PERFECT. Not that I hadn't been awake and checking the clock for the previous hour (you had asked me to wake at 8am and bring you coffee and instinctively I woke at 6.30am.......)
When we are doing nothing in each other's company but being - that is when I feel the connection most strongly. It is always there - from you stroking my head as I sit at your feet through a twist of hands in the cinema. I'm yours and I love it!
Boy did I have some orgasms this morning. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. And the combination of trying to enjoy while being in pain from the pegs was interesting - I couldn't actually quite get past the pain to enjoy the pleasure although I tried, I really did. It absolutely totally felt like you were playing with me today - just playing, seeing what response you got, tweaking this, pulling that - just playing. Lovely. As soon as you removed the source of pain, it was easy to let go and whatever you were doing with your mouth and tongue certainly tipped me over the edge. As ever, the magic wand worked its unique blend of "oh my god" and "STOP" and "DON'T WHATEVER YOU DO STOP NOW" A chuckle from you, another orgasm from me. Thank you so much.
I love you.
I love how contented you have made me feel - not just in your presence but in the wider context too. I can get on and do stuff I find hard because in the background, ever present, is your calm, encouraging influence that just makes me hum with pleasure and pride.
Thank you for everything.
xxxx
PS I know I cooked the chopping board and damaged the work surface. Blame clumsiness cos of time of the month. Apologies x
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Monday, 15 December 2008
Sunday, 14 December 2008
PS
That picture there -----> will never be the same again. No more blank space at the top of the hold-up! xxx
Grin
I'm still taking it all in. Like I usually do when I get back from a weekend with you but this time it's different.
You bought me a collar. And a tattoo. Wow.
I'd hoped that you might buy me a collar but I wasn't expecting it at all. So when you told me on Saturday evening to close my eyes and hold up my hair, my heart was beating so fast. It's so beautiful and I want to wear it all the time. It signifies that I am yours and I understand that significance although I wouldn't for one moment have hoped that it would be forthcoming. I know it's a play collar, I know that you loved it because you thought I'd look good in it (you were SO right) but for such a simple bit of leather and metal it means so much to me. My first collar. Rephrase - my only collar. Thank you.
And the tattoo. Wow. Wow again. Designed in your mind, drawn by us both. So simple and yet so perfect. For fear of sounding cheesy (no - really Sarah?!) you are the wind beneath my wings. That protection and love I felt last night as I was so sleepy in your bed is repeated again and again every time I look at it, feel it, remember it underneath my clothes. It's my symbol but it's also our symbol - no, your symbol because you have given me strength, and you have made me believe again. Strength. Powerful stuff eh?
You said to me tonight "there were so many things I wanted to do to you this weekend" but the reality was, you did more that I could have imagined.
The end of the year draws closer. What a year. Turbulent at times, destructive at times but on reflection, the best year of my entire life.
Thank you daddy for everything xxx
You bought me a collar. And a tattoo. Wow.
I'd hoped that you might buy me a collar but I wasn't expecting it at all. So when you told me on Saturday evening to close my eyes and hold up my hair, my heart was beating so fast. It's so beautiful and I want to wear it all the time. It signifies that I am yours and I understand that significance although I wouldn't for one moment have hoped that it would be forthcoming. I know it's a play collar, I know that you loved it because you thought I'd look good in it (you were SO right) but for such a simple bit of leather and metal it means so much to me. My first collar. Rephrase - my only collar. Thank you.
And the tattoo. Wow. Wow again. Designed in your mind, drawn by us both. So simple and yet so perfect. For fear of sounding cheesy (no - really Sarah?!) you are the wind beneath my wings. That protection and love I felt last night as I was so sleepy in your bed is repeated again and again every time I look at it, feel it, remember it underneath my clothes. It's my symbol but it's also our symbol - no, your symbol because you have given me strength, and you have made me believe again. Strength. Powerful stuff eh?
You said to me tonight "there were so many things I wanted to do to you this weekend" but the reality was, you did more that I could have imagined.
The end of the year draws closer. What a year. Turbulent at times, destructive at times but on reflection, the best year of my entire life.
Thank you daddy for everything xxx
Friday, 12 December 2008
Bird
We did it! Actually you did it - thank you so much xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Loved the whole experience - from random chat about golf, to you stroking my back as we waited through to you being there and holding my hair as the tattoo man got down to his work. And it really is even better than I hoped!
Bird - freedom, soaring, upwards. Add 'you give me wings' and it's just perfect.
Yay!
xxx
Monday, 8 December 2008
I've been bad daddy....
....but good as well. I worked really hard today, ticked off things on my to do list, spoke to clients, moved monkeys (that's tasks to you and me) from pending to complete. And then I watched some porn. Actually, unlike me, just vanilla porn. Hard fucking mostly.
So then I needed a shower and I really really needed to cum.
I had a long, warm, lovely shower. Washed my hair, felt your marks on my bottom, scrubbed all over, deliberately making myself wait before turning the shower head on my pussy (your cunt). But when I did it was instantaneous relief - the water dripping over my pussy made me think of how hot it would be for you to piss on me.
The temperature I kept deliberately low - it was almost painfully cold as I played with the water across my clit. I pushed a shampoo bottle inside me as I continued aiming the shower across my clit. I leant my head against the wall - cold tiles giving me a headache - and braced my knees against the edge of the bath. And then the pressure dropped. Normally this would just give me frustration but today, as I concentrated on everything that you have ever whispered in my ear "who's a wet slut then?" and "good girl" and "mine" my brain just took over and I came. No pressure at all - just a little trickle of water running down my pussy as I felt the orgasm wash over me. Relief. Pleasure. Guilt. Memories. Warm flush up my chest. Just a little orgasm really - nothing like when you are inside me or you are holding me still as you fuck me with your hand or you are using the wand on me. But it was what went beneath and above it - what was going on in my head - that actually made it good.
Thank you daddy xxx
So then I needed a shower and I really really needed to cum.
I had a long, warm, lovely shower. Washed my hair, felt your marks on my bottom, scrubbed all over, deliberately making myself wait before turning the shower head on my pussy (your cunt). But when I did it was instantaneous relief - the water dripping over my pussy made me think of how hot it would be for you to piss on me.
The temperature I kept deliberately low - it was almost painfully cold as I played with the water across my clit. I pushed a shampoo bottle inside me as I continued aiming the shower across my clit. I leant my head against the wall - cold tiles giving me a headache - and braced my knees against the edge of the bath. And then the pressure dropped. Normally this would just give me frustration but today, as I concentrated on everything that you have ever whispered in my ear "who's a wet slut then?" and "good girl" and "mine" my brain just took over and I came. No pressure at all - just a little trickle of water running down my pussy as I felt the orgasm wash over me. Relief. Pleasure. Guilt. Memories. Warm flush up my chest. Just a little orgasm really - nothing like when you are inside me or you are holding me still as you fuck me with your hand or you are using the wand on me. But it was what went beneath and above it - what was going on in my head - that actually made it good.
Thank you daddy xxx
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
And then there was more....
"I haven't finished with you yet" you said after you had untied the ropes. And inside I was hoping for a beating because you had said you wanted to do that ....
And then I was face down on the bed, bracing my knees against the mattress, mouth open, hands clenched in front of my eyes waiting for the first strike to land. But you were gentle, just tap tap tap with a cane on my arse before a proper swing - lights floated in front of my closed eyes, my head pounded as I realised I hadn't been breathing. I had to lie still. I had to concentrate on not flinching, moving, wriggling or swearing. I think I just about managed but not all four together. Thuddy cane, whippy cane, in between nails scratched down my back. And at some point the knife again - feeling a swirl (could it be a 'D'? please let it be a 'D') and the warm coolness of the blade.
Spanking, scratching, caning. It started to hurt but I also never wanted it to stop.
Then the flogger. Gentle licks with the leather but suddenly force and intensity as well. I felt like the air was being pushed out of my lungs as I stretched out further, hands above my head, mouth chewing duvet to stop myself from screaming. Strange noises too - deep animal noises I made.
At one point you felt between my legs "how wet is my slut" and it felt absolutely amazing as you held me with one finger deep inside and I just wanted to stay like that forever. You got to my core - my head, my pussy - absolutely deep inside me in that one movement.
Chronological problems again - there was much spanking and scratching and maybe some more caning and flogging and it all melted into one as suddenly I just had to move and to curl up and to surrender. So frustrating - as soon as it finished I wanted more. You did say "just once more" which was great as I could focus on just once more. Although obviously it wasn't just once more but it gave me much needed respite so thank you.
As with every single time we have played, you know exactly when to stop, start and what to do. And then I was on my back, you sat on the edge of the bed, strong arm around my waist as you played and played with my clit against the magic wand. I know I love writing but there is nothing that explains what an amazing sensation this is. You are controlling my orgasm, the orgasm that has been building for so many days so that when it finally comes, it is a whole body, entire head feeling and not just the pithy little quiver that I have experienced for so long. Ok, so you crossed the line again (!) when you didn't take the wand away from my clit and just kept it there so that I melted into a wave of post orgasmic, pre orgasmic plateau blah blah blah head spinning, too too much pleasure. Thank you.
And your smile and your chuckle when i finally pushed the machine away. I wanted a cuddle and a kiss. You were there.
Then there were chips in bed! And dramas with radiators. And it took me about 2 hours to stop feeling floaty and to feel like I could speak again. So we went to bed to watch a film. I love you so much. But I wanted you to know that so I started being a little bit tarty, running my hands over you and just as I was about to go down and start concentrating on your cock you said "I want you to suck it and make it hard" and i did. I so wanted to feel you inside me but I also wanted to give you as much of a mind-blowing session as you had given me so I resisted.
Feeling you cum over my face, neck and tits and having you rub it in ranks up there with the best of the experiences. Such a simple act but so so powerful and amazing. And I felt like your slut. And I still feel like your slut and look forward to lots more moments.
I slept so well on Sunday night. Better than i have for ages.
You are amazing. I love you xxx
UPDATE (from what you have told me)
So it was clothes pegs coming off that caused that immense pain
You did actually drink my blood
You did cut two 'D' shapes into me - left hip at the front and on my bottom
The needles went in below the nipple and straight through - one in each
Lessons?
Patience
Determination
Not letting things overwhelm me
Utter trust
And then I was face down on the bed, bracing my knees against the mattress, mouth open, hands clenched in front of my eyes waiting for the first strike to land. But you were gentle, just tap tap tap with a cane on my arse before a proper swing - lights floated in front of my closed eyes, my head pounded as I realised I hadn't been breathing. I had to lie still. I had to concentrate on not flinching, moving, wriggling or swearing. I think I just about managed but not all four together. Thuddy cane, whippy cane, in between nails scratched down my back. And at some point the knife again - feeling a swirl (could it be a 'D'? please let it be a 'D') and the warm coolness of the blade.
Spanking, scratching, caning. It started to hurt but I also never wanted it to stop.
Then the flogger. Gentle licks with the leather but suddenly force and intensity as well. I felt like the air was being pushed out of my lungs as I stretched out further, hands above my head, mouth chewing duvet to stop myself from screaming. Strange noises too - deep animal noises I made.
At one point you felt between my legs "how wet is my slut" and it felt absolutely amazing as you held me with one finger deep inside and I just wanted to stay like that forever. You got to my core - my head, my pussy - absolutely deep inside me in that one movement.
Chronological problems again - there was much spanking and scratching and maybe some more caning and flogging and it all melted into one as suddenly I just had to move and to curl up and to surrender. So frustrating - as soon as it finished I wanted more. You did say "just once more" which was great as I could focus on just once more. Although obviously it wasn't just once more but it gave me much needed respite so thank you.
As with every single time we have played, you know exactly when to stop, start and what to do. And then I was on my back, you sat on the edge of the bed, strong arm around my waist as you played and played with my clit against the magic wand. I know I love writing but there is nothing that explains what an amazing sensation this is. You are controlling my orgasm, the orgasm that has been building for so many days so that when it finally comes, it is a whole body, entire head feeling and not just the pithy little quiver that I have experienced for so long. Ok, so you crossed the line again (!) when you didn't take the wand away from my clit and just kept it there so that I melted into a wave of post orgasmic, pre orgasmic plateau blah blah blah head spinning, too too much pleasure. Thank you.
And your smile and your chuckle when i finally pushed the machine away. I wanted a cuddle and a kiss. You were there.
Then there were chips in bed! And dramas with radiators. And it took me about 2 hours to stop feeling floaty and to feel like I could speak again. So we went to bed to watch a film. I love you so much. But I wanted you to know that so I started being a little bit tarty, running my hands over you and just as I was about to go down and start concentrating on your cock you said "I want you to suck it and make it hard" and i did. I so wanted to feel you inside me but I also wanted to give you as much of a mind-blowing session as you had given me so I resisted.
Feeling you cum over my face, neck and tits and having you rub it in ranks up there with the best of the experiences. Such a simple act but so so powerful and amazing. And I felt like your slut. And I still feel like your slut and look forward to lots more moments.
I slept so well on Sunday night. Better than i have for ages.
You are amazing. I love you xxx
UPDATE (from what you have told me)
So it was clothes pegs coming off that caused that immense pain
You did actually drink my blood
You did cut two 'D' shapes into me - left hip at the front and on my bottom
The needles went in below the nipple and straight through - one in each
Lessons?
Patience
Determination
Not letting things overwhelm me
Utter trust
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