All You Need

11/29/2014


Ughh.....yes, yes, yes.

I can absolutely relate.

It has been far too long since I have been with my Daddy.

I need him.

Not Feeling It Yet

11/26/2014


Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.

Ready or not.....the holidays are here and there is nothing we can do about it.

**Sighs**

Personally, I am not at all ready for this season. I typically love the holidays but I just am not quite feeling it yet this year. I feel rushed trying to get everything together. I feel down right exhausted when I think of the typical familial stress & chaos that the season brings. I'm just ughhh.

Tomorrow when I am cooking, cleaning, hosting, and playing waitstaff for this scene to occur:

My physical body will be present and engaged, but my mind will drift off, likely to a scene similar to this one:

Because, let's be honest, there is a blizzard outside and right now I am pretty damn jealous that this turkey is the only one being roasted tomorrow! Hmph!

On the bright side, though the Thanksgiving holiday snuck up on me......there is still ample time to end up on Santa's Naughty List this year!  :)

Happy Thanksgiving, ladies & gentlemen! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!

Offensive?

11/23/2014


An accurate definition.

Submissive: One who finds empowerment through yielding to another.

Why, perhaps, do you think so many vanilla souls are offended by this label? Or the kink as a whole? Why should it bother anyone else what we choose to do in our personal relationships?

Every day when I log into my email & blog, I have numerous messages from strangers, lurkers and admirers alike. One message theme has stayed consistent throughout time......"your life offends me."

Huh? Really?

I must have missed the day that this blog became required or mandated reading in the lives of the rest of the planet.

Many things offend people, though I believe for the most part that our indignant society is trained to be offended far more often than is required by morals or ethics. I, personally, am offended often by Republican banter, Giants fans, and the mistreatment of children & animals. Rarely does a strangers' words, ideas or life offend me.

I'm not at all sure why my kink would offend someone is say.....Berlin......who does not know me personally, never will and is not forced to see, hear or read about my life. Good lord the threshold for offensive material has dropped dramatically.

If you personally do not want to have your ass spanked......then don't do it. If you don't wish to discover the yummy world of D/s.......then don't do it. If you're so offended by my life that you feel compelled to write to me.......DON'T DO IT.......and perhaps find a hobby.

Unless or until I am fucking livestock in Times Square while dressed as the Pope as school children watch........my life should not offend you! Grow up!

I Am Here. Always

11/19/2014


I am here.

I have never left.

I never will.

I understand that you need space right now; but please don't forget that I am*your* girl and it is okay for you to lean on me occasionally too. I don't mind, I swear I don't.

You have always been there for me when I needed you; it's more than okay to let me repay that kindness, Sir.

I struggled today. A lot.

I can count on one hand the number of days like this that we have had in our 3 year relationship.......and still have extra fingers. Perhaps its rarity is what makes it so difficult. I always have constant access to you and speak with you every single day (perhaps I am a bit spoiled...not that I am complaining) so when these days arise and I get the "I'm not ok. I need space now." message.......I have to fight an internal conflict. I want to respect your request/demand for time & space.......but on the other hand I know it means you are *not* okay and I want to rush to you as quickly as possible to "fix it."

Ever the obedient girl, I have always opted for selection #1 and simply waited patiently for your return to me. And again today, this is what I have done.

Daddy I know there is a lot going on right now. Several stressors. Frustration teetering toward insanity. Some we can control, others we can not.......it is with the latter that we apply The Serenity Prayer (or so my wonderful father has told me).

I understand I am not the cause of the issues that have you at the brink today, but I feel in small ways like I contributed to the frustration. I'm sorry.

Nothing in this world that affects you does *not* affect me. You are mine, and I, yours. I love you more than words could ever hope to express and I hate to see you upset. I know men don't "vent".......but if you wanted to, I would listen. I know Doms don't cry.......but if you wanted to, I have a shoulder. If you simply need an outlet for your frustration at the circumstances.......I will volunteer for a "just because I'm pissed at the world" beating.

I am here, Sir. When you are ready, I am here. I've never left. I never will. I love you.

Let Me Count the Reasons

 

11/09/2014


What is it about this man that ensures his complete domination over me and my absolute submission to him?

What is it about him that drives me so wild?

So many, many possibilities.......

Maybe it is his penetrating chocolate brown eyes? They are mesmerizing to me. I could look up into them all day long. They can be intriguing and terrifying at the very same time. Mmmm.......possibility #1

Or perhaps it is his dominant jaw? This was one of the first physical attributes to pop out at me when we met in person. My Dom has a very masculine jaw line that I absolutely adore. Even when I make him clench it, I'm pretty certain I still love it. :)  Yep......definitely a strong possibility in #2.

What about the way he scolds me? The man has mastered the art form of the lecture. Nothing can instantaneously scare off my outspoken, independent, confident 'big girl' and render me a pouting, nervous 'little girl' as quickly as his scolding. Mmmm....option #3 is also a strong contender.

Oooh but then there are his hands. Mmm. The large, powerful, unforgiving "spanker's paws" that rapidly pepper my bare upturned bottom and thighs relentlessly. And the strong yet tender hands that gently massage and knead my punished skin, or softly tussles my flowing red hair as I kneel before him. Option #4......ahh bliss.

His belt! Though for some sub girls, not a likely possible favorite.....I am a pain slut and I definitely love my Daddy's whipping belt. Occasionally I love to hate it. But I love it none the less. The sounds it makes, the way it looks dangling from his hand, the smell......#5 is definitely a viable option.

Perhaps it is his creative sadist with which I am in love? The man certainly dominates the mind fuck. Whether he is coming up with a dreadful long distance punishment for his naughty girl or crafting new viscous implements of bottom destruction.....he is a very talented man. #6 is a formidable foe in this race.

What about the way he takes me in hand and punishes me when I am naughty? Mmmm.....nothing makes me more anxious and giddy than a pending punishment session. The man is overwhelmingly dominant and he knows what makes me tick (and squeal). Ouch and Yum.....#7 might be pulling ahead in this little competition.

Oooh then again maybe it is his arms and the way he holds me? Whether it is a simple greeting hug or his cradling my shaking body in his lap as I cry after I've been soundly spanked.......there is not a place in this world where I feel more loved, safe, little and cherished than in my Daddy's strong arms. Ahh.....#8 might have just moved into first place.


Actually, each of the 8 possibilities are absolutely reasons that I fell for this man and continue to adore him more each day. They are all part of the man that I love, respect and offer my absolute submission to. I don't think I could go without any of the above for very long or I would be a very unhappy little girl. I have always been very hesitant to admit to myself, or anyone else, that I *need* another person.....but I can confidently say that I do definitely *need* my Dom and the relationship we have built with one another over the last 3 years.

I am an incredibly lucky girl to have found my Daddy Dom. He is so much more than my kink partner. He is my best friend, my moral compass, my sounding board, my confidante, my anchor in life. There is nothing in this world I would not do to please this man. And though every entry on the above list contributes to the depth of my emotion and addiction to this amazing man........what I love the most about him has not yet been listed.  :) 

It is....................

His amazing mind.

My Daddy Dom is easily one of the most intelligent human beings I have ever met. He is both highly educated and seasoned by life experience. I have yet to have an issue that he has been unable to help me with. If I have a question, whether it is technical or practical.....he has an answer, or will find one for me because I am his girl and I am a priority for him. :)

I spent time in the infancy of our D/s relationship observing him in his professional life and that garnered a great deal of the respect that I initially had for him. Obviously as we grew closer to one another, I had many more reasons to respect this man. But it was critical for me in the beginning to be able to have an intelligent, meaningful conversation with my Dom.......if he was nothing more than a monotone, dense, robo-spanker then my interest would have waned.

Dominance and submission is as much psychological as it is physical.....actually more so. It was my Daddy's amazingly complex, sexy and sadistic mind that first drew me to him. He had to be compatible to me on an intellectual level. The physicality was just the icing on my kinky little cake. :) His mind is what drew me in...

Like a moth to the flame.

And here I remain......routinely getting scorched.  :)

It Hurts

11/02/2014


Mmm....

Definitely in one of *these* spank horny moods.

Oh what I wouldn't give to be helplessly upended across my Daddy Dom's capable lap as he peppered my bare bottom and thighs with his huge, powerful paw.

Mmm....yep yep....count this girl in.  :)

Unfortunately, for me and my spank horny lil bottom, my Daddy is traveling for work the first half of this week. He leaves early tomorrow morning, in fact. Just the thought makes me pout.

What is it about geographical distance? Even though this is work, not vacation, meaning I will have unrestricted access to him any moment I wish and I can entertain him all night in his hotel at the end of his day....I still get all whiny and melancholy when I know he is leaving.

I will contemplate naughtiness to attract his disciplinary attention...even though I won't really be lacking it.

I will feel an odd sort of disconnect; as if there were an ocean separating me from the man I love, adore and proudly belong to...even though he won't even be in another time zone.

Ughh. Such is the life of a spoiled rotten, spank horny, lil daddy's girl. Hmph!

I suppose I shall look forward to his return and make plans to land myself over his waiting knee as soon as possible!