I am a young woman in my early twenties. I am in a long-term relationship with an older man, who is my best friend, my partner, my lover, and my Daddy. I am His submissive little girl.
This is my life, and I love being me!!
Sorry it's been awhile since I've posted. Since last time, Daddy and I have been on our first holiday together :-) We had an awesome time travelling around a couple of states. We went our for dinner, got lost in a hedge maze (multiple times), played mini golf (He won), went to a winery for wine tasting, had our photo taken when we were standing on either side of the border line, and ate the yummiest pizza ever (I swear, it's almost worth re-locating for, almost).
Other than going away on holidays it's been business as usual around here. Uni is going really well this term with my overall mark so far sitting between 80% and 85%. And I'm really enjoying the subjects, which is a good thing. Other than that nothing much else has been going on.
Last piece of business....have you all entered BBG's Anniversary Blog Contest? The details can be found if you just click on the link there. Here's my wishlist (or what I've added so far).
You all know about BBG's Blog Anniversary Contest right? No? Well if you click on the link there it will take you straight to where she gives you all the details for how you can enter to win. Below is the list of possible prizes (depending on how many entries are received).
Go on, go check it out, I'm about to put my entry in just as soon as I've finished typing this!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #171? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks The fundamental things apply… “If you can’t fuck me with your mouth, how are you going to handle fucking all of me at once?”
Perfection “Patiently, he took his time touching me here and there.”
The freckled spots on my breasts from last night, evidence of how He likes to hurt me. Groping, twisting, turning, slapping. Causing me to wince with pain and moan with pleasure.
The pink bite size area on the top of my right breast from two nights ago. Slightly faded but still easily seen. And still sore to touch.
The long pink mark on one side of my neck. Blood drawn to the surface two nights ago, still lingering to remind me that i'm His. That i belong to Him.
My breath quickens, and my cunt aches seeing His marks on me.
Daddy, i proudly wear your marks of control and domination.
I hadn’t thought about it until I was having a conversation with a group of people whom I only had only met a couple of days earlier. One asked: “Do people treat you differently now?” Now meaning: that I am 25kg’s lighter and no longer fat.
I’ve thought about this a fair amount since that conversation. And because of it (the conversation), I’m now more aware of how people treat me. And I spend more time thinking about how they’ve treated me as well.
I work in Customer Service, customers are my job. I know how to properly greet you so that you’ll feel warm and welcome where I work. I’ll ask enough vague, but personal questions, and respond friendly enough, that you’ll feel that I’m familiar to you. And then I’ll do my job and send you on your way with a smile on my face and a promise to “See you next time!”
Because of my awesome skills to do all this ;-) and for it to be second nature, I critique others. Kinda. While I don’t rate them on a scale from say 1-10, I am critical of how I’m treated as a customer. I hate loathe it when people who are serving customers 1) Do not smile; 2) Do not have a personality of any sort (Come on! You’re nothing but a sponge in there?! Everyone has some kind of personality!); 3) Hold out their hand in anticipation of you paying them (A note to those of you that do this and are reading: This is just greedy. You’re going to get your (company’s) money, so just wait until I’m ready to give it to you. You wouldn’t have to put your hand up if I magically wished for the correct change, and I wouldn’t have to be served by you if my order was taken by a robot and my meal technologically appeared on the table just as I sat down. Look, just don’t fucking do it! And the same goes for customers who do this. Did you leave your manners at home today?); 4) Act as though I’m annoying you and stopping you from being somewhere way more important. (To my readers that fit this description: This is your job. You do this, to earn money so you can go out and buy the latest craze 15 and 16 yr olds are into today. Yes, these are the teenagers, which CLEARLY have better and more important places to be. You have a job to do. Do it. Period. And if you are that person, leave now. This is an adult blog intended for adults only.) More things annoy me, but I’m slightly off track, so I’ll get back to my point.
I hate to say it, but yes, I am treated differently now. Now that I’m not fat. Now that my figure is hourglass and not round. Now that I don’t have the start of a double chin.
Okay, so I’m easier on the eye now. But does that really deserve you treating me better than when I was 25kg’s heavier? No, no it does not. I didn’t treat you any differently when I was fat. I’ve been in customer service for 5yrs now, and I know how to be a good customer, and I know how to be a good customer service representative. I am a good customer to everyone, until something you do or say makes me feel less happy. Simple as that, you all start at the same level, where I am my friendly, nice, happy self, but if you do one of those things mentioned above, I will think twice about how big I smile or if I even smile when I leave. (Clearly the holding out the hand thing is something that really pisses me off, so that’s an instant explosion down to “Oh she didn’t!” and you get nothing more from me.)
I could understand this if I was in the US, but here we don’t rely on tips. In fact, I’ve never tipped anyone in my life. Nor have I been in the presence when someone has. And I have never been tipped at work. So why is it, that I’m being treated better now that my waistline is smaller, but my smile and attitude are just as wide and friendly as ever? I don’t know. Maybe for guys it’s the question of “Can I get her to flirt with me?” (Men, guys, feel free to leave me your thoughts, even if you don’t work in customer service. Why would any male treat me better now?). And I don’t know about the girls. Maybe the whole bitchiness aspect comes into it somehow. I just can’t see what’s in it for them to be nicer to one person (i.e. thinner me) than another (i.e. fat me).
If anyone can enlighten me, please do, because I’m at a loss to see what it could be that’s causing them to be nicer to me now. Are all people really that shallow? Is it even a conscious decision?
*I must note that although I focused more on how I’m treated as a customer, strangers on the street are friendlier towards me now that I’m thinner. Just in case you were wondering.
Would love to hear some feedback on this one! Pretty please??
It's been two and a half months since I went off the pill and had the implant put in. Since then, I haven't had any of the following: periods, cramps, nausea and (the best one) pms. However, when I was on the pill, a week beforehand I would be incredibly horny. Now that I have the implant, I don't have this week.
I'm horny for four out of four weeks in a month. Yes, all four. Although I'm not super, mega, heavy duty horny all the time (like I was in the week beforehand), I am always aroused and ready for sex.
I couldn't calculate, in a day, the amount of time I spend touching my clit or playing with my lips, or casually dipping in the tip of a finger. My hands have a mind of their own. I'll be watching TV and become aware of the hand between my legs, curiously & quietly masturbating. Every single time I wake up through the night I am wet, and one of my hands is between my legs, rubbing my clit.
I am constantly aroused.
I am the typical teenage boy in a woman's body. Yes, I do fantasise about women, but that's not what I mean. As a result of my state of arousal, I'm always thinking about sex. Fantasising about trying new things; thinking of different ways to seduce Him; thinking about how I could take advantage of the situation and masturbate. However much I love being aroused and thinking about sex, it's devilishly frustrating at times.
So if it were my choice, how often would I want it? Sex, I would want daily. Hell, what am I talking about if's for? I do want it everyday! Okay, so if it were my choice, how often would I actually get it? Daily, preferably in the mornings or afternoons (that's my thing at the moment). I hear you ask about masturbation? Daily as well :-)
If you were as horny as often and for as long as I am, wouldn't you take advantage of the it? I bet you would ;-)
1. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed?
No, I have not. Nor do I know of anyone who has.
2. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or?
I continue to stimulate until I can't take it any more, then I ease off. I'm still spasming after everything has stopped.
3. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now?
Hell yeah, you've also seen some still shots from the video's. They are saved on both my computer & His as well as being burnt onto disc.
4. Have you ever looked at porn online? Have you ever posted at porn online?
Yes, I've looked at porn online. Who hasn't? Posted...debatable.
5. Do you send/recieve dirty email jokes and pictures?
Hell yeah, and on a regular basis. Video's too lol
Bonus: Have you ever told someone they were good in bed when they weren't?
No. I'd rather be up front and discuss it with them so future sex is better for both of us.
I am a submissive slut, who loves nothing more than serving my Daddy's every sexual desire!! (PLEASE leave comments for me, if you like something tell me.)
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