Stranger?

Happy hours really weren’t her thing. Especially ones attached to out of town business conferences. A bunch of random people sitting around making small talk with other random people. She could think of better ways to spend her time. But since her coworkers had begged, pleaded, cajoled and coerced - she finally agreed. Perhaps a little time out would lift her mood and reduce her stress a bit.

After a time, and  pomegranate martini or three, she was starting to feel more relaxed. She had to admit she was starting to enjoy herself. Surprisingly, the men there weren’t the typical boring type. She managed to have a few lively conversations with a few interesting gentlemen.


She couldn’t help but notice, however, one man in particular. Every now and then, his eyes locked with hers until she looked away. His eyes were the brownest she’d ever seen and they seemed to hypnotize her. The way he stared -- it seemed as if he was looking right inside her.


When she finally gathered the courage to look up again, he was gone. She did a quick scan and decided that she had missed her opportunity.


“You have an amazing ass. I’d love to do so many things with it.” She hadn’t noticed him come up behind her, but the way his voice resonated in her ear made her instantly wet.


He sat down next to her and bought her a drink. She was completely captivated. They made seamless conversation. They talked about football while he put his hand on her thigh. He must have read the glint in her eyes. “You’re thinking that you should object, but your body doesn’t want to, does it?”


“No, it doesn’t,” she managed feebly. “You are embarrassed at how your body responds, aren’t you?” She could only manage a nod - especially since his fingers had discovered the wetness of her crotch. 


“Have you ever been finger fucked while sitting at a bar? Are you afraid someone may see me fingering your hot wet pussy?” His fingers plunged so deep inside, she thought she might faint. 


“Here. In exactly ten minutes, you’ll need this.” He slid something to her across the bar. She looked down and noticed that it was a hotel key card. She wasn’t sure how to formulate a reply. Should she display indignation? Disbelief, what? It was a moot point anyway because in an instant he was gone. 

After a few moments, and a tad more liquid courage, she headed for the exit. As she rummaged in her handbag for her keys, an arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an adjacent room. The room was dark and when the lights came on, she found him sitting on the sofa. “Come here.”

For reasons that escaped her, her body betrayed her and seemed destined to obey his commands. He pulled her to him and ran his hands up her thighs. She was embarrassed now that underwear didn’t really go with her dress. He plunged a finger into her hotly soaked pussy and she gasped aloud. His fingers delved deep inside her private place and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Suddenly, he got up. “ You know where you were told to be. So be.” With that, he abruptly left. 


She scrambled to her feet and quickly found his key. Was she really going to do this?


Between the flutters in her belly and the knocking of her knees, she thought for sure she was crazy. Somehow, she found the fortitude to open the door. She heard music but saw no one. Making her way to the bedroom, she found a note on the bed: Shower, put these on, remain standing, and wait.


Quickly, she complied. She sat on the bed, freshly showered wearing lingerie, heels and a blindfold. After jumping at every creak, rustle and sound generated by her anxious imagination, she sensed his presence.

She felt soft caresses all about her body. It drove her insane with desire because she never knew where the next delicious touch would land nor when it could come. She felt her thong being pushed aside and a tongue lick her sweet spot until she almost fell off her feet. Literally. Hands guided her to the bed where she landed on her back. Her legs were flung over her head and the entry was rough and primal. The hands grabbed her throat and squeezed. Fuck! Had she bitten off more than she could …


She couldn’t think. He was fucking her so rough but it felt incredible. So incredible that she felt an orgasm barreling down like a freight train. She was so turned on she could feel her own wetness leak onto the sheets. 

As he grabbed her hair with one hand and her neck with the other, he began to squeeze more firmly, just a bit past the point she thought she should be concerned. He nuzzled close to her ear and growled, “Fuck. My little girl has gotten Daddy incredibly turned on.”


“But the next time I say be here in ten minutes, that’s what I mean.” 


He flipped her over on to her belly so that she was now in his favorite pose: face down, ass up.

“Now Daddy is going to make you pay for being late and making me wait. And you are going to pay. Deeply….”

Suddenly Awaken

She was having such a wonderful dream.


Just as she was at a particularly hot part of the dream, she was suddenly awaken by a slight pain in her arm. Maybe she was just laying on it the wrong way. She attempted to move, but found she couldn't. 


The, "What the Hell!" in her throat never materialized as she felt as hands clamped down around her mouth then wrapped around her neck.

"Daddy's in a mood, little one. I need to use you, hard. And I'm going to use you, hard. Do you trust me?"


"Y-y-yes, Daddy." she stammered.


"Good girl."


"I plan to take advantage of the body that I own. The body that is meant for my pleasure. Maybe you will get release - maybe you won't. Quite frankly, it is immaterial to me. You belong to me and Daddy has much stress and frustration to release. I plan on doing that by fucking you -- all of you -- any way that I choose and until I am satisfied. Do you understand?"


She knew that was a rhetorical question. Having complete trust in him and being completely owned by him, she felt her job was to please him - which pleased her. "I understand, Daddy."

In an instant, she found herself being straddled as she struggled for air, for he was plunging himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. Freeing her wrists, he plunged his fingers into her creamy, wet center and it was all she could do not to explode. He must have recognized it on her face. "Don't you fucking dare!," he growled in her ear as she wrapped his hands around her neck. She knew she had to have permission, but he was making it really hard to resist.


He was so strong that he flipped her face down onto the bed with one fluid motion. Grabbing her by the hair, he ushered her up onto her knees --face down, ass up -- his favorite. He pounded so hard, her head banged into the headboard, finally pinning her to that edge that rendered her immobile. All she could do was whimper in ecstasy.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair and forced her upright. He plunged a finger into her unsuspecting ass and she let out a yelp. "Good girl. Daddy's dirty little girl." That served to force stream of her wetness to run down her legs.

At this sight, he grunted aloud and kissed her on her neck. He kissed; she whimpered. He bit down on her shoulder and she cried out. "Fuck. Daddy loves to mark his property."

She thought she might pass out. Not from the pain - the bite was firm but not hard - but from the strain of trying desperately not to squirt all over the place. He pushed her back up to her knees - her face down to the bed.


The tip of his stiffness threatened to push through her backdoor like a tornado. He alternated between his tip and his finger until she thought she would faint. Her mouth moved but no sound could be heard. If it was possible to perish from pleasure, she felt surely she was getting close.


Suddenly he got up. The admonishment to lie still seemed implied. Just as well. Her breathing was far too erratic for her to move anyway.


She sensed that he went to the closet. She dared not move, so she was unsure of what was to come.


"Tell me that you are mine, little one."


"I am yours, Daddy."


The sound of his hand coming down on her unprepared ass filled the room like a shot.


"Are you ready little girl? The warm up is over. I hope you are prepared for Daddy's use."

First came the blindfold, then wrist ties, then the iPod.

Pleasure and pain were soon to follow...

The Versatile Blogger

I have been nominated, by William from The Training of My Lovely Slut for a Versatile Blogger Award. In addition to sending him my humblest thanks, I also want to pass on the following information.

So without further adieu, here's a bit info about me:
* I have a license to carry a gun. Pretty bad ass for a sub, right?
* It freaks me out to leave closet and cabinet doors open.
* I'm an avid mystery reader and I read the last page of any book first. Crazy, I know.
* I am a complete school geek. I have an Associate degree, two Bachelor's degree with two minors each, and a Master's. And I'm seriously considering getting a Doctorate. What can I say, I really love school.
* I hate washing dishes and never understood why I have to make a bed that I will mess up again.
* I am a published author.
* I am unabashedly addicted to Starbucks.


 Pass the award to 15 other bloggers.


Don't know if I can do 15 without repeating others that have already been nominated, but I'll give it a shot. Let's see... these are some blogs that I enjoy in no particular order:


*Trying to Learn, Learning to Try: How can you not love Kay and her antics -- that never really work out for her? A real loop hole ninja.


* Ecce Spanko: Dineo's poetry. Awesomely creative.


*hisdesires: Love reading the dynamic between Britt and M. 


*Surrender to Submission: Love K's sweetie and her journey with submission - and sometimes her fights against it.


*My Bottom Smarts: Of  course, how can you have an award and NOT list the Oprah of the D/s/spanking blogs.


*The Empty Collar: A really tough lady with a wonderful blog.


As a relatively new blogger, there are many blogs that I am not yet familiar with, but I look forward to coming across. Reading the blogs of my friends and peers inspires me to become a better writer.

So please, check out these blogs, in addition to the ones on my blog roll. I'm sure they will welcome you and I'm equally sure you will enjoy them!

Gotta Love a Lurker!

When I first began my little blog, it was a hope chest of sorts. It was a way to vent my creativity while I searched for a Daddy of my own. I never expected anyone to take interest in it, really.

Fast forward 22,000 page views and 53 friends later -- and surprise! People are interested and supportive (and super nice). I even have familiar friends who visit and comment often.

Here's where you come in. Yes, YOU! While I adore the regulars that visit, I know that the people who stumble by far outnumber the ones who comment often. I would love for you to take a look around, and leave a comment or two. If you are so inclined, feel free to subscribe.

To those who visit often, again, my humblest thanks. To those of you who are new or here for the first time, welcome! Please feel free to come back and say hi as often as you'd like!

Anal Virginity, Lost

“Show me, little girl. Your Daddy is anxious to see it.”

How could she say no? Saying no to Daddy was certainly not allowed, but she was a bit embarrassed. On the whole, however, her desire to make her Daddy happy was far stronger than her timidity.


“Lie down.” She did as she was told. She began to tremble a bit as she lifted her dress and began to pull down her panties. “Very pretty, little one, but we need to get rid of them.”
In an instant, she found herself bottomless.

Her begging took on the form of inarticulate whimpering. He was using the toy on her sweet spot and she felt on fire. In fact, she was becoming engulfed by the heat. “Come for me now, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy…Yes, Daddy, Yes, Daddy” she mumbled over and over. One climax gave way to the next, until she began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, the damn burst and her river began to overflow. Literally. “My word, little one, so much…Holy crap!…You are gushing and squirting!”

Just then, he buried her face in her hidden treasure. By the time the bright white light began to fade, she hadn’t remembered being turned over on her belly nor her wrists being tied to the bed.

“Now little one," his husky voice bellowed. "Time to earn the prize you just received. And trust me, you will have to earn every single lick.  You will hurt. You will take pain tonight, little one. Your time as Daddy's little anal virgin has just come to an end..."

And that was just the beginning...

Good Trouble

"Buzz." 


 Her cell phone vibrated. There was a text message from him. She hadn't even looked at it yet, but she had a feeling trouble was brewing for her. Good trouble. 


Nervously, she opened the text. "Position 7. NOW"
Holy crap. This was not good. 


She had become increasingly familiar with his short texts. The shorter the text - the more intense the message.


Jumping three steps at a time, she bounded up the stairs, hopped in the shower and prepared herself fast as humanly possibly. She was unaware that she could move so quickly. Somehow she thought dawdling would not serve her well.


Just as she crawled into the bed, she heard the front door shut. Was her heart racing from her rushing about or was it from excitedly nervous anticipation?


The bathroom door opened and closed. She held her breath as she felt his presence in the room.
No hello. No, "How was your day?" Now was not the time.


"You are so incredibly lucky you followed directions, little girl. You would not be prepared for the punishment you would have received."


"Yes, Sir."

"Speak not, little one. In fact, you are not my little girl. Prepare yourself. My dirty little girl is about to be used hard and fucked well."


She sensed she was staring down the barrel of trouble. Good trouble.


He grabbed the back of her hair and spun her around. Luckily she was completely soaked because he plowed into her like a freight train. It took her a minute to realize that the delicious screams she heard were eminating from within her.

"I fucking own you. Do you understand? You are mine." All she could do was nod -seeing as how his hand around her neck left only enough air to breathe- not articulate. His dominance was making her hot and wet like crazy.


"Good girl. All Daddy needs you to do is take it."


He pounded and plowed so hard that his thrusts lifted her off the mattress. He flipped her over on her side, and rammed into her from behind. She wanted to beg him desperately to climax. Being clairvoyant, he siad, "Not just yet, my dirty girl."

He suddenly got up and grabbed her by the hair. He plopped her in the chair and commenced to use leverage to go all in. The pleasure and pain of his thrusts against her cervix made her tremble. There was no way she was going to be able to stave off a climax much longer. 


Just then, he motioned her back to bed. Being face down, she did not see the positively primal look in his eye. He grabbed her hair. Nowhere near yet being sated, he growled in her ear:
"You are in trouble little one. This may be the night you dust off your safe word. I sure hope you remember it..."

I like my body...

I won't presume to add to perfection, so without further adieu - 

e.e. cummings


Remind you of your Sir? Your baby girl?


Discuss...

The Ride Home

She really amazed him at times. As an inherent introvert, it was no secret that accompanying him to business events was not her favorite way to spend an evening. As she often pointed out, these functions were almost exclusively male and she never knew any of the guests.


Yet, here she was, smiling and listening intently to the ramblings of his colleagues and bigwigs- who could be- on a good day - monotone and boring. On a bad day - long winded and rambling would a gross understatement.


When he caught her eye, she smiled coquettishly and bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. She knew he loved that look - so sexy, yet innocent. It made him want to ravish his little girl. They had been to these functions before where he was able to find an inconspicuous place where he could have his way with her. Alas, tonight was not to be one of those nights.


She could feel the weight of his stare. His eyes bore a whole right through to her soul and it set her ablaze. She could tell his was a look of desire.

Minutes felt like hours. He needed to use her. He needed to use her roughly. He needed to use her now. After what seemed like an eternity, the requisite farewells were delivered. As they walked out to the valet, his hand at the small of her back felt white hot and seemed to melt her flesh. This would be some evening.

His desire for her ignited a fiery lust within her. He glanced over and lifted her dress a little. "Play for me, little one."  He gave an illustration by way of his fingers dipping into her inner core. The probative pleasure she was feeling washed over her. She began to follow suit and did some exploring of her own. Back and forth it went. His fingers. Her fingers. As deep and rhythmically as their fingers explored, she was amazed that they hadn’t driven off the road. Soon, that wouldn’t be an issue.


He abruptly pulled the car over and got out. He walked over to her side of the car and opened the door. Hand around her throat, he pulled her out of the car - firmly enough to show his dominance.


Yanking off his shirt and ripping off her dress, he practically threw her up onto the roof of the car. There were no kisses, no caresses or sweet nothings whispered today. He bent her legs back, dragged her down so that her tight wet entrance was at precisely the ideal location.


She gasped aloud from the rough entry --that delicious moment of pain when she was being forced to accept the entire breadth of him all at once. What if they were discovered? What if she couldn’t stifle her moans? When he grabbed her ass - when he put his hand around her throat -- when she began to drift closer to the white light of complete ecstasy -the answer came to her -- she didn’t give a damn…

Always

My mind has been filled.

My body has been filled.

My heart has been filled.

And now, my soul is about to be filled.

For my job is to serve, obey and please my Daddy -

Always.

Be Ready

“Be ready.”

Those two simply words sounded decidedly ominous. When he was in a mood, words tended to be sparse. As a matter of fact - one could say words were almost unnecessary.


He had been a way on business for a little over a week. Just when he was due to return, a last minute snafu required his attention. Owed to his strong work ethic, he needed to ensure that everything was once again running smoothly before he would feel comfortable enough to pull himself away.


Her heart beat erratically. He didn’t say when. He didn’t say how. He didn’t say where. She wanted so desperately to please him - she just hoped that when he arrived she would get a chance to do just that.


She made quick work of checking and rechecking the house to ensure that everything was just so. While not a total neat freak, he liked things orderly, but wanted the house to look lived in rather than a museum.


Favorite adult beverages on hand. Check. Favorite meal ready to be quickly reheated if needed. Check and re-check. Favorite toys which could double as delicious torture devices. Double check. 


Damn! Sometimes this was so hard. He loved coming home finding her in lingerie, but he also enjoyed her being naked when he walked through the door. Not knowing which he wanted was a bit unnerving. She decided to split the difference and wear very little. Maybe some stockings, which he loved, and a bra and panties. Nice to look at and easy to remove.

The anticipation began to consume her. The trickle began to grow into a rapid river - her tides ebbing and flowing uncontrollably. She lay on her back thinking of him towering over and completely filling her up. She removed her bra and touched, writhed and bucked and came this close to crossing the edge. It’s not that she didn’t want to - but she knew not to climax without permission. Quickly she dashed to the bathroom to freshen up. 

The hand came from behind and grabbed her throat. In her rapturous state, she never realized that he had been watching. He grunted in her ear. “Bend over.” Hell! Few words. Not good.

Without ceremony, his hand landed on her bottom. The sound was much like thunder. The blows sure came down as steady as rain. When she thought she might asphyxiate from her rapid breathing, he ordered her to walk to the bed and remove what was left of her clothes. 

“Daddy’s little girl is going to take a serious pounding. Whether you cum or not will be irrelevant. I have waited for a week to be unleashed and I don’t plan on being gentle. Don’t plan on sitting or walking comfortably for the next few days.”


With that, he pushed her down on the bed, flung her legs over her head as far back as they could go, and began pounding her holes. 

She wiggled, and undulated and even cried a little. 


He, however, hadn’t even really begun to deliver everything he had in store for her tonight…

Until Then

There is nothing so lonely as a queen size bed without my King

Time can be cruel and distance as unforgiving

as a phone that doesn't ring

Is it wrong that my heart beats only for you? 

That it wants what it wants?

That it overflows with desire for you?

I caress your collar for it is my unbreakable tether to you 

It keeps your hand around my neck

me over your knee

and kneeling in front of you

I know you can't be here right now

So, until then

I will be waiting with bated breath for your return

where you shall find me

 in my place 

where I am happiest...

face down

ass up

and always your

submissive baby girl

Everything

Wherever you are is where I long to be.

You are my friend.

You are my mentor.

You are my protector.

You are my air.

To me, you are simply...

Everything

For Your Pleasure, Sir

One of her favorite things is being awaken with him on top of her. The unmitigated dominance. The unbridled power. It was a frequent fantasy of hers. The best of both worlds. His baby girl often got the softer, attentive side. He cared, protected and cherished her. Then there was his primal side. He did whatever he pleased with his naughty little slut.


There would be no fanfare this morning. He had carnal cravings that needed to be satisfied. He mounted her as she lay sleeping on her belly and thrust his hardness inside her. His hand around her neck, his raspy voice growled in her ear: “You are not my baby girl this morning. Right now, I am going to use you. I am taking what I need. You belong to me completely. You are going to be fucked hard and deep and rough. You will not cum, but will carry mine around with you all day to remind you that I am in control. This is about taking what I want. You are owned. Possessed. Taken. You are mine.”


A throaty “I am here.. for your pleasure, Sir” was all she could muster and it seemed fitting. Then again, what more need be said?

Taken at the Party

She was pretty exhausted. Not from one thing in particular, but you know how it is when you have one of those days. From sun up to sundown - full throttle.

She was never so glad to see her front door.


 
As she tossed her keys on the counter, she thought she literally heard her bed calling her name. She could think of nothing better.

After a quick shower, she padded down the stairs naked en route to the kitchen. Hearing his key in the door, she let out as audible gasp. “Oh, you scared me.”


He approached her with a slanted smile. He had to admit he enjoyed finding her naked upon his return. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he kissed her. Rough and deep, and far too short in her estimation. The release was just as rough.


"I have a last minute work function. You will accompany me and have exactly 20 minutes to be ready." She opened her mouth to speak but he seemed to vaporize the words in mid air. “It is not optional. There is no argument. I don’t need your approval. However, now, you have only 18 minutes. Would you care to continue this fruitless discussion?”


She knew better than to argue. She hated to be rushed at the last minute, but she was aware his business dictated such. Frantically, she dressed - thankful that she had showered already. Just as he wished, his hand rested on the small of her back while he opened her car door.


Tired as she was, she really tried not to put a damper on the evening. She nodded and smiled at all the appropriate times, to all the appropriate people. He watched her intently as the night went on. Such a good girl. He was annoyed at the last minute intrusion, but the way she tried so hard to make the most of it with nary a complaint, pleased him immensely. In fact, from across the room, he was reminded of how beautiful she was. Admiration was quickly supplanted by lust and he needed to touch her. Now.


“Begging your pardon, I simply must steal this beauty away from you for a moment.” There was a collective smile from all, including her. Leading her from the crowd, he led her into an adjacent room.  No words needed to be spoken. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. Her skirt was quickly yanked down and she stepped out of it just as he pushed her down over the bed. Her heart seemed to stopped beating. What if someone walked in on them? Glancing back at him, she decided against pointing out this detail to him. Besides, she was too busy moaning from the fingers being plunged unceremoniously into her ass. 

When he roughly entered her, she thought she would explode. Then his husky voice cut through the silence… “Every part of you belongs to me to take whenever, wherever I wish."


Just then, she did explode.