Opportunity

She was waiting for the holidays; looking forward to all the naughty fun they could have together. And then He got sick. Every day she would wake up with an ache between her legs, hoping that today was the day He would be feeling much better. However, each new day found Him just as sick as the one before.

Two weeks later and He’s still sick. It’s after dinner and she knows He’s not feeling well enough for what she wants to be doing. With Him busy watching tv, she takes this opportunity and quietly exits to the bedroom. Straight away she proceeds to her bedside drawer, the one that keeps her toys, her lovers. Her whole body tingles thinking about her lover’s cock, but tonight there is no time. She reaches in and retrieves her baby blue waterproof vibe. As quickly as it’s retrieved, the old batteries are replaced by new ones and she makes her way into the bathroom.

She undresses quickly, almost ripping her clothes off. The hot water is turned onto high, steaming up the glass. In one swift movement she sinks down; her back against the wall and legs splayed open. Her hand dives down to find her clit erect and begging for attention. With limited time, it’s only a matter of seconds before she places the vibe on her clit and turns it on. She masturbates as His words replay in her mind. The promise of Him taking her arse again, of making it a regular priority.

She soaps up her other hand and plays with a nipple, allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips. She increases the speed of the vibe as she rests more of her weight against the wall. She’s getting closer, thinking about having His cock in her arse again. Conscious of the time that has passed she wonders if He’s going to come looking for her soon. The thought of Him catching her masturbating is a fantasy that has made her gush on countless occasions. Tonight will be no different. Her toes curl under as she cums, hoping He’s going to walk in at that very moment and catch her.

Daddy's proud slut

i proudly wear His marks.

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.

Let me introduce you to my special talent....

Daddy has indulged me and spoiled me over the past few days. I’ve found something that I’m very fond of, and Daddy has allowed me to do it. In fact, He’s been making me do it. It’s no secret that I love to watch Him masturbate and help Him when He wants it. But all this has been taken to a new level.

Every one has their (sexual) ‘thing’. That one talent that you know no matter what else happens, that’s going to be your ‘thing’. You’re great at it, and you love it. I’ve never had a thing, until now. Sure, I liked doing stuff, but there was never one specific sexual act that I loved and knew I was great at. Now, however, this has changed.

With Daddy’s help, I have to come to realise that my ‘thing’ is sucking balls. I really enjoy sucking cock, but present me with a pair of balls that need some attention and I’m all yours. I’ll gladly spend hours down there and you’ll know when I’m really getting into it.

In the past three days, I’ve spent god-only-knows how long between His legs, teasing Him, tasting Him and making Him cum. Yesterday, I did all that I could to try and distract myself from thinking about sucking and licking His balls as He jerked. I was obsessed. I still am. As I sit here and write this, I’m wet just thinking about it. I want Him to come home and tell me that we’re not having sex tonight; that He’s not even going to use me; instead He wants me to get between His legs and give all my attention to His balls.

I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, and I wanted Him to know how much I wanted it again. He received this text message from me yesterday afternoon while in a work meeting:

“I need a repeat performance tonight handsome. I want to watch you jerk and then get you off with my tongue. Sound good? ;-)”

Daddy indulged me after dinner. He was at His computer, and I was sitting on the floor as I usually do, watching Him jerk. I’ve always waited until He’s told me He wants me to help, but the more I’ve been doing it, the more difficult it has become to just watch. Especially when He makes me get so close I can smell His arousal. It’s just way too tempting. But I’m a good girl, and I wait (as hard as it might be).

A little while after I’d finished helping Daddy, I moved into the bedroom. I needed to masturbate. I needed to use my dildo and I needed to cum. He followed and surprisingly, not long after I started, He joined in. I was naked, lying on my back, legs spread diddling my clit. He was to the right of me sitting up with His legs spread so I could get a good view of Him jerking. I had my hand resting on His thigh, but not for long when He moved it. My hand was now sandwiched between the bed and His balls. I’m a smart girl; I took the hint and started playing with Daddy’s balls. We stayed like that for awhile; although I did get distracted enough to stop masturbating, I did start again though, this time with my dildo. Watching Him is truly mesmerising. I think at one point I even asked if I could climb between His legs; I at least told Him how much I wanted to.

He didn’t indulge my urges then, however it wasn’t long before He was moving and straddling my upper body, His balls hanging above me. What a beautiful sight that is. But as lovely as it was watching Him from this angle, I knew what He wanted me to do, and I couldn’t resist. I lifted my head up and started licking His balls, tasting Him, and teasing Him. I was fucking myself harder as I continued to slurp and lick. The temptation was too much; I just had to suck on His balls.

And suck I did. I used my tongue, suction and moved my head, just as if I were sucking on His cock. And as I continued, I fucked myself harder. He pushed His weight down onto me more, allowing me less room to move, forcing me to suck Him. My nose was against His flesh and His ball in my mouth. One hand was on my clit and the other was controlling my dildo.

He moved slightly so He could see me fucking myself better. I know He said something to me about how good it felt or how hard my lover (that’s what He calls my dildo) was fucking me, but I can’t remember now. As I think back, all I can remember is how wonderful it all felt. How I never wanted it to end and how much I wanted needed to do this every time.

He was jerking, looking down at me as I sucked on His balls. I tried to keep eye contact as much as possible; Daddy says I look like the true slut I am when I’m looking up at Him with His balls in my mouth. He also says that this is what I was born to do. It didn’t take long before it all got too much for me. My lover was fucking me hard and deep, and with my mouth on Daddy’s balls, I was being pushed over the edge.

I fucked myself harder, pounded my lover into me and in a matter of seconds I was cumming. I was cumming from sucking on Daddy’s balls and fucking myself at the same time. I was a good girl, I didn’t let go of His balls. Although for a few seconds I may have been temporarily distracted, I kept up the pace and rhythm. He let me continue for a little bit while I kept having orgasms, and then He pulled away. Kneeling above He jerked His hard cock, as I fumbled to get my bullet vibe on my clit.

Before long Daddy was jerking His cock faster; He was a man on a mission. For all my enthusiasm and effort, I was rewarded with Daddy’s cum on my stomach and as I came again.

But what made me feel the best last night? Sucking His balls? Watching Him jerk? My orgasms? No, none of these. I felt the best when He told me that I am the best He’s ever had.

I am one lucky girl who is very much in love.

And now I’ve found my ‘thing’. What’s yours?

Anniversary Part Two

Part One can be found here if you haven't already read it.

I placed a soft blanket over the table so it was a bit more comfortable to lean on. I faced away from Him and bent at the waist, my body resting on the coffee table, my derrière pushed back, awaiting Daddy to take me.

He slid His hard cock up and down my slit for the briefest of moments before entering me. He pushed in hard, grabbed my hips and started using me. I moaned deeply as I felt His cock in me. He didn’t talk to me, and I didn’t say a word. He used my cunt for His pleasure, I was His masturbation toy. He continued to use me, masturbating Himself in me, while watching the woman on the TV. I could hear His breathing, His moaning, I could feel how hard He was. As He started to pound into me harder, He leaned over and whispered in my ear “Poor little girl doesn’t even get an anniversary fuck tonight, does she?” My cunt tightened, I inhaled sharply and barely managed to say “No Daddy”. “No, instead you’re my masturbation toy and tonight I’m going to use your cunt to get me off”.

I cannot begin to explain what this does to me. Knowing I’m only an aid to His pleasure and that His entire focus is on Himself and His own pleasure. I wanted it to feel the best it could for Him and that is my job. I started moving my hips back and forth, clenching my cunt muscles, providing Him with a reason to stop and just enjoy the sensations. I was not fucking Him; I was simply making His masturbation better. I moved my hips back and forth, forcing His cock into me deeper and deeper. I was groaning, loving that He wasn’t even thinking about me. There were no romantic thoughts running through His head, He was completely focussed on His masturbation. He had a living, breathing, working toy that was doing her best to make this feel the best for Him.

He started using me again, thrusting His hard cock into my sloppy cunt. Using my hole to get Himself off. I pushed back hard and clenched my muscles as He used my cunt. I lifted up off the table a bit and reached around with my left arm to touch Him, “Please lean over me” I asked in my timid little girl voice. Daddy was nice. He leant over me, His weight on me as He continued to thrust in and out of my cunt. Watching the woman on TV masturbate, using my hole for His pleasure, He stayed leaning on me for a little while. It was all too much for Him; He lifted His weight off me, grabbed my hips and pumped His cock in me. In and out, He went harder and faster with each thrust. I sensed He was getting close; I pushed back against His pounding cock. I squeezed my cunt muscles for all I worth. His good little girl was rewarded with the sound of moans and groans as He pumped His hard cock. He leant over me, His weight pressing down on my body as one last, hard thrust pushed Him over the edge and I was full of Daddy’s cum. We stayed like that for a little while, resting on the coffee table, trying to catch his breath while His cock throbbed inside me. Daddy got up to clean up, and I stood up I was rewarded with cum soaked thighs. I was contented, but not satisfied. For now it was my turn.

I moved to the bedroom, placed a towel on the bed and lay down with my bullet vibe. I jumped straight into it. After playing earlier, watching Him jerk and then having Him use me, I wanted to cum; I had to cum. I wasted no time on warming up; I turned the bullet vibe on to almost high speed and placed it on my clit. It was electric. Daddy helped by squeezing my thighs and playing with my nipples. He could tell I was getting closer so He moved His attention to my neck and ears. His hands stroked and played with my ears, as He licked, sucked and bit my neck.

I lapped up the attention; the painful but pleasurable attention. It wasn’t long before He was biting and sucking on my neck with so much force that I couldn’t hold back any more. Biting my neck really does push me over the edge. With the vibe on my clit on high and Him biting and sucking my neck, I couldn’t resist. “Cum for me” he demanded and my body responded. I moaned and groaned as orgasm after orgasm came; with more coming the harder He bit me.

I awoke the next morning with at least one painful love bite and a multitude of sore spots. Sore spots that still hurt as I write this.

Anniversary Part One

Yesterday was our 6 year anniversary. We were originally planning to have lunch together, but He didn’t think that would be possible with His work load. As it happened, He had a really sore back and ended up taking the day off. Even better than lunch! I got to spend the day with Him :-) We had quiet day most of the day, and it was raining. Our dinner plans went out the window when we realised the rain wasn’t going away and how cold it was outside. It wasn’t exactly lovely weather for a romantic anniversary dinner. But that’s okay, we decided a night in with a movie and other things would suffice. I managed to get Him to watch a chick flick! (Gasp) “Then she found me” with Colin Firth, Helen Hunt, Bette Midler, & Matthew Broderick. It was good. There were funny bits, serious bits, romantic bits, angry bits etc. And even He had to admit that it was better than He expected.

We ate dinner and watched the movie and then Daddy decided it was time for some fun. He set up the lounge room: towels on the recliners, lube handy (excuse the unintentional pun), coffee table cleared (I wasn’t sure why, but I sure found out ;-) ), and x-rated DVD in player. We were all set. As I was finishing my smoke He said “When you’re finished that, you can go and get your toys”. Being the good girl that I am, I did as I was told. I came back, “And you can take your pants off and get that bullet vibe on your clit for me”. I sat on a towel covered pillow in front of the recliner leaning against it as He sat on the other one to my left. He chose the vibe setting….strong enough that I definitely could have cum had I not behaved. He was jerking, but His leg was in the way, I couldn’t see. I wanted to watch Him. My mouth went dry, my cunt ached and my clit throbbed just at the thought of seeing Him jerk again. *sigh*

We alternated between watching the DVD while playing, and speaking to one another. I was informed that yes, I would be lucky enough to get an anniversary fuck later, but for the moment, He wanted to feel His hand jerking His hard cock. We continued watching the DVD while masturbating and I asked Him if I could watch. “No, not for the moment”, I was told. I could have sulked, given that I wanted to watch Him so badly, but I refrained. I knew I would get my chance, just not straight away.

A little later He shifted His position on the chair, and voila, His leg was no longer in the way. When I looked up at Him from where I was sitting, and we started talking, I could see Him jerking. I managed to sneak a few looks, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be watching…He had told me no. I should know by now that He knows when I’m looking. “Would you like a closer look slut?” “Only if you will let me” I replied. “Only if you want it bad enough” He said. “Oh I do. I want to watch”.

I rearranged my pillow and scooted over. It was at this point that I’m a goner. I am no longer the Lucy of a mere few minutes ago. My focus at this point, is on Him. Watching His fist move up and down His shaft. Jerking Off. Fucking Himself. This is my subspace. I zone out to everything else, and as surprising as it may be, I have even stopped fucking myself with a dildo or dropped the vibe that is supposed to be on my clit. I am secondary. It’s no longer about me (if it wasn’t before, it definitely isn’t now). My goal, when I start watching Him masturbate, is doing to best job I can to please Him. To make Daddy cum. His enjoyment is my only priority.

Daddy made a surprising comment last night, when I asked Him if He was enjoying me watch. He said that He looks forward to me watching, more than He does the actual masturbation. Okay…why so shocking? I knew He liked it and really enjoyed having me there to watch Him, but more so than the actual jerk itself? Holy. Fuck. Okay, so I’m extremely pleased about this, but also shocked at the time. We masturbated some more in silence, well almost silence except for our breathing, our wet masturbation sounds and the hairy girl on the TV. Until He asked how my masturbation was feeling. I smiled and said it was feeling great. He asked if He should stop jerking and fuck me. “No, I want to watch you jerk some more”. He obliged, but only briefly. “I know you want to watch me jerk, but I want to use you. “Stop masturbating, get over the coffee table and get ready”.

Lasting moments

The cuddling at night.
The quiet.
Where all of the day's worries are (or should be) forgotten, stored away, put to the side.

It's one of those time that I know and feel that I am truly loved.
Yes, I know I'm loved, but these moments, I treasure.

The quiet, hearing his breathing.
I feel safe in his arms.

I've never liked going to bed, but I always love going to bed with him.
It's calming, it centres me, it relaxes me.

Those last few moments of peace before drifting off.
Knowing he'll be there when I wake in the morning, or even through the night.

The closeness shared of our skin touching.
Our breathing synchronised.
Hearing his heart beat.
Holding his hand as we drift away.

I am a simple woman of simple pleasures.
And this is one of them.

I truly love him in these moments.
These snippets of time, in which I wish they would last forever.

And every night they do.
Every night I fall asleep, next to him, in his arms, our bodies touching, but also our hearts, I am a happy woman; a woman in love.

Achievement

Well, this afternoon I've done something that 1) I have never done; and 2) I never thought I could do.

I've just come home from a 4.5km (2.8miles) bicycle ride! He suggested we go for a ride (something we've been meaning to do for awhile now). I wasn't so sure, but then the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

At top speed I was riding at 20km/hr (12.5mi/hr). At top speed He was riding at 33km/hr (20.5mi/hr). This was the first year that I watched any more of the Tour de France than the highlights on the news. I now have a new found respect for these cyclists. I wasn't naive, I knew the Tour isn't light riding, but getting on the bike again after so long = more respect and admiration for the professionals.

And I think the bike fairies have paid me a visit....they've come and changed my seat, because I swear it was a lot more cushion-y the last time I rode the bike. (Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I've lost a lot of my own personal bum cushioning; nah I think the bike fairies have paid a visit) :-)

Anyway, this is a big achievement for me, and hopefully as time goes on, I can improve on this.
Hope you're all having a good weekend.

Just one of many

One of the reasons I love him... we can laugh at one another. Like the other night when we had a conversation in caveman :)

Mmm...I love him.

Changes

Well I'm now a year older. In the past few days I turned 22. Isn't it funny how we say I'm a year older? When in fact we're only a day older than we were the day before our birthday (Stupid humans...lol). I had a relaxing day, starting with waking up next to Him (always good, but better on your birthday). I had asked Daddy the night before if He would make breakfast for me (nothing too difficult, just toast). And then I woke up and didn't really feel too well. So He didn't make me breakfast, but that's ok. Instead He made dinner for me, and that was yummy!

Through the day I was home alone. Got a few phone calls and texts from family and friends, but mostly just chilled out. I got a new cookbook as one of my presents, plus other kitchen stuff (you definitely know you've moved out of home when your birthday presents are now related to the kitchen somehow...lol). So I figured, "It's my birthday. I have a new cookbook. Let's bake a cake." And by let's bake a cake I mean me dancing to the music on my laptop. So that's what I did. I baked a chocolate cake (what you didn't think I was going to have anything other than chocolate did you? Self-confessed choc-a-holic here.)

Then, while the cake was cooling down I read quite a bit of the latest novel that's taken my fancy. Then it was time to ice the cake. I was debating whether whip up some cream to put on it, but decided that I wanted to ice it instead. So just after I'd finished that and sat down to do some more reading, Daddy comes home from work. And guess what He had bought for me? Yep, you guessed it....a lovely chocolate mud cake with cream on top.

I didn't bake my own cake because I assumed that He wouldn't buy me one. To be honest, it didn't even enter my mind whether He would or not. It was just a "I've got a new cookbook and it's my birthday. I'm going to bake myself a cake." And that's all there was to it. I believe I hurt His feelings by making one myself; that was not my intention. And as I told Him after He'd had a sleep, regardless of whether the cake I made was a birthday cake or just a cake, I enjoyed spending that time baking. So which was the better out of the two? The one Daddy brought home. Mine could have done with a bit more milk, but it was still nice. In fact, Daddy's cake is now all gone, while the one I made has hardly been touched. (No, I'm not a bad cook). It will get eaten. I guess you could say I got to have my cake, and eat it too :-D

Following dinner and watching some tv, it was time to get dirty. Sitting on my recliner, Daddy came over and I was lucky enough to show Him just how much I appreciated His nice, hard, cock. I sucked and licked His hard cock, taking Him deeper than I have before. And I would have spent longer if Daddy hadn't suggested we move to the bedroom. (I really wanted to try and deep throat Him...oh well, there's always another time.) After some playtime, I was treated to watching Daddy jerk as He came. (smiles)

Now it was my turn to play. I pulled out my big dildo/vibrator (only the vibe part doesn't work now, so it's really only a dildo), lay down on my back next to Him and started masturbating. Daddy helped by running His hands over my body, forcefully grabbing the inside of my thighs (which I LOVE), playing with my nipples (both gentle and hard), and kissing me. Mmm...how I love to kiss Him while I'm masturbating. Because I had spent quite a fair amount of time jerking Daddy earlier, my arm was sore. So every time I got close, my arm cramped up (Bloody uncooperative body parts!!). I pushed on through the pain and pumped my cunt for all I was worth. (Now it was a matter of principle as well). I looked at Daddy*, smiled and had my birthday orgasm (followed by a few more). He lightly touched my cheek with His hand and whispered: "You're so beautiful." My heart melted.

Lucy

*I used to hate looking Daddy in the eye as I had an orgasm. For some reason, there was just something about it. Like it was too personal or something. I don't know. I can't really explain it, I just didn't feel totally comfortable with it. Of late though, it's a different story. Now I'm absolutely loving it. I love looking deep into His eyes while I moan and wiggle. And I want to do it again.

Daddy and His Little Girl

Daddy requested a massage to help ease his shoulder, neck and back pain. I obliged; anything to help Him be in less pain. I tried massaging out the sore spots, while also giving an overall pleasing massage. Between the bits that hurt I received comments like “Oh, that’s nice” or “Mmm, that feels good”. This little girl obviously did a good job…the massage itself went on for quite awhile and after he turned over onto his back I was rewarded with a grin and “How about a blow job?” Well who can refuse an offer like that? I know I couldn’t.

I got down to business as quick as I could. (Eager little beaver aren’t I?). I licked and sucked Daddy, and jerked Him while sucking on the head of His cock. I love being able to bring Him to full arousal just with my mouth. Mmm, the joy of getting Him hard, feeling Him grow in my hand and mouth. Tasting Him, teasing Him, pleasing Him. He was leaking. I gobbled down His pre-cum, savouring the flavour, loving it. I looked up at one point and saw Him watching me. I felt proud. And then before long, He instructed me “Get yourself wet slut”. I was still fully clothed at this point, and was feeling a little overdressed. Needless to say the clothes came off as quick as they could.

Daddy put His cock ring on as I lay down on the bed, legs spread, hand between my legs. His cock and balls look so much better when He has his cock ring on. I smiled when my hand snaked between my legs and started working on my clit. I was dripping already. There’s nothing like being told to suck and lick His cock to get me wet and ready. I LOVE doing it! He jerked His hard cock for a little, before climbing on top of me. His cock entered me easily, and soon I was full.

I continued playing with clitty. “That’s right, play with clitty”. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I’m not fucking you tonight am I slut?” He asked. “No, you’re using me”, came my breathly reply. “That’s right”. I just smiled, enjoying the sensation of Him using my cunt while I rubbed clitty. It had been so long since we played. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well all week, and although I had been horny, I refrained from playing, knowing this was coming. He used my cunt hard, all for His own pleasure. I was furiously rubbing away as he used me, one hand between my legs, the other holding onto the headboard, never wanting this to end. He could see my hairy pit. He jerked Himself off in my cunt, looking at my hairy underarm. And then He came. Daddy pushed His hard cock into me, filling me. I was His good little girl. (smiles).

By this point, I was hungry. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I was diddling clitty fast now as He gloriously sucked and licked on my nipples. Pulling them up away from my body with His mouth. Squeezing my tits hard with His hands. I was in heaven (almost). He continued while also biting my neck and shoulders (Yum!) and with each passing second I was getting closer. “Come up here” I asked, wanting to kiss Him. Those hungry kisses I need. Those hungry kisses that tell Him I’m getting close. He broke away and moved to my neck some more and then to my ears. Nibbling my ear lobes, probing them with His tongue. Alternating between left and right. He moved back down to my nipples. And as good as that felt, it was taking me away from orgasm.

I was furiously rubbing my clit, wanting to cum. “Daddy wants to hear you moan.” God I love knowing He wants to hear me cum. He continued on my nipples, licking, sucking and rubbing His teeth over my piercings. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted Him to go back to paying attention to my ears. I wanted to feel Him nibbling and probing again. “Go back to my ears” I demanded, without a second thought. A few seconds later I added “please”. (I am a little girl with manners after all).

He moved back up, starting off with the nibbling. But before long His tongue was probing and I was being sent over the edge. I was moaning and groaning, rubbing clitty like there was no tomorrow. “Cum for me sweetie” I think He said at one stage, though I’m not too sure. It wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning, rubbing clitty with abandon and cumming. I orgasmed long and hard, loving the sensation of his tongue in my ear. As I came back to earth I just looked at Him and smiled. “You’ve never had that reaction before.” He said. I just smiled again. What can I say when it feels that fucking wonderful?

Daddy's girl and her needs

I need to be fucked.

I need to be taken.

I need to be used.

I need Him to hold or tie me down and use my holes as He sees fit.

I need Him to dominate me, instruct me, command me.

I am His toy, His plaything, His masturbation aid.

I am His slut, His little girl, His horny three-hole whore.

"Take me" I want to ask.

"Fuck me" I want to request.

But a good girl sub does not do such things.

A good girl waits for Her Daddy until He wants to do such things to her.

"Bend over!" I want to hear Him command. And I would obey.

"Show me your hairy pits. Let me see how hairy my sweet little girl is for her Daddy." Oh, if only He would instruct me. I want to show Him. I want Him to look. I so desperately want to see His cock stir as He looks at me.

I need to feel His hard cock in me. I have no preference of which hole; the choice is His.

Daddy's good little girl needs to please Him. Above all else, she wants to be His good slut.

Reminiscing

It was almost 4 years ago now. I was treating myself to a well-earned break after my first term at University. And coincidentally, it was also an excuse for me to have some time with Him. At this point, we were living about 4hours apart, and seeing each other much less frequently than either of us wanted. And our relationship was not known to many people, much less my family.

I booked a motel room in my name, for the first time in my life. I wasn't in my home town, I went to a nearby beach town. I didn't have my driver's licence at the time, and my family dropped me off. And the advice I got from them?? "Don't let any strange old men into your room." It was almost too much to try and stop myself from laughing there and then. Little did they know (grins).

It wasn't long after they left, that He arrived. I was nervous. This would be the first time that we spent an extended period of time with one another (I think it was about 4 or 5 days), and only the second time that I had spent the night with Him. No, it wasn't the first time we had slept together, but being that our relationship was a secret, it was easier for me to get away for a few hours, rather than a few days.

We had an excellent time, strolling down the beach hand-in-hand, and spending so much time with one another. There's a few things that stand out when I remember our time together, but the one thing that comes to mind before all the others was this:

We were in a non-smoking room (we were and are both smokers), and so we had to go outside for a cigarette. There was a bench out the front of every room, and I think there was also a can with some kitty litter in it for our cigarette butts. There was an undercover area just in front of the rooms for our cars to be parked. On this particular day that we went out for a smoke, the sun had set, and had it not been for the fluoro lights turned on, it would have been very dark.

We were sitting on the bench and I had not finished my smoke. I was wet, I could feel the wetness between my legs. And before I knew it, we were kissing. My legs instantly started opening and I guess He took this as an invitation. Before long His hand was between my legs, with my panties pulled to one side, playing with my cunt. So here we were, sitting on the bench in front of the motel room, making out while He played with my sloppy cunt. I don't know how long we spent there like that, I didn't care. I just wanted Him to continue playing with me.

When we pulled apart from one another it was I who noticed another male guest standing between His car and the one parked beside it. As soon as I opened my eyes and came back to reality and saw him, he moved along. I have no doubt that he was standing there watching us as this older man made out and fingered the cunt of the slut he was sitting next to.

It would have been obvious to anyone that was walking by what was going on. The place was very well lit and we weren't doing much to hide what we were doing. Maybe he wasn't the only one who saw what we were doing, but he was the only one that I noticed was watching the show. Even back then I was a slut (although didn't admit it, even to myself). There I was, with my legs spread, my skirt pulled up, my panties pushed to one side, making out with a man who was clearly playing with my wet, sloppy cunt.

I enjoyed knowing he saw what was going on between us and he stopped to watch. It made my cunt more wet than it already was.

I have experienced a few instances of public exposure and play, and enjoy people watching me. I imagine that when they see me act in such ways that they instantly think of how much of a slut I am. Hmm...that gets me thinking...I wonder if it's time for some more public exposure and play (grins).

Anal

I miss anal sex. I can’t help it. I love having something up my arse. But nothing feels as good as when He’s fucking my arse, pounding into me, and I’m breathless, because I am, and always will be, an anal slut.

I don’t normally ask for it when I want it. I don’t ask for it at all. Why? Because I don’t like the ‘mess’ associated with anal play. I feel dirty (not in a good way) about my messiness when it comes to anal fun. And I know this can be helped by an enema, but that’s something that really scares the shit out of me (no pun intended!).

He has bought a home enema kit, but we’ve never used it. It’s always been something that will happen sometime, but at this stage hasn’t as yet. I know the basic idea of how it’s done etc, but it still scares me. This will probably sound stupid…but isn’t that something that is just a little too personal for me to do with Him? And this thought is stupid, I feel silly even saying it. But, on the same token, it is really personal. Yeah okay, we’ve been together over 5 years now, but still.

I want to just say to Him “Alright, let’s try that enema”, but I just can’t bring myself to say it. It has nothing to do with me being afraid that He’s going to know I’m an anal slut – He knows that already. It’s the messiness and the embarrassment. That’s what it’s really about for me – how embarrassed I’m going to be. 1) Asking Him to try it, and then 2) actually doing it. I’m sure the results would be great, but how do I push myself to get to stage 1 of asking Him? I don’t want to be embarrassed about it, but I am. Although I’m a slut, sluts get embarrassed about some things too.

I want to have enough courage to just tell Him that although it scares me, and that I am terribly embarrassed about the whole thing, it’s something I want to do. I know He’s okay with it; after all He’s the one who bought the kit. He hasn’t pushed the topic, to which I’m grateful. However, I’m really starting to feel that this is something I want to experience, and soon.

I don’t get turned on by the embarrassment of this situation; I get turned on by how satisfying I’m sure the end result will be. And I’m sure that once I’ve done it one time, it will be a whole lot easier to do it again and again.

I want to experience nice and clean (hygiene), but dirty and nasty, full of passion and needy anal sex. I want to moan louder and louder as He pushes His cock further up my arse. I want to push back against Him, trying to force His cock further into me. I want Him to sweat. I want to hear Him grunt as He cums in my arse, and I want to moan as loud as I can when He lets me orgasm with His cock buried deep in my arse.

Lucy

Last Night

Last night I was sitting at home, watching tv and waiting for the time to pass until it was time to speak with Him. What a surprise it was, just at that moment that I received a text message from Him. Even more surprising was the content. He was unwell last year and His immune system hasn't fully been restored back to normal because of this. As a result of this and other things, we haven't been playing as much as we'd both like to. (No, nothing is wrong between us, it's just unfortunate circumstances). Anyway, back to the message I received.

It was just over an hour until we were due to talk and the message simply said: "Have your toys ready later slut". *Sigh* Talk about butterflies. I love it when He commands something of me, but especially when it is by a text message. Although we're apart (not for much longer), I love that He sends me a text and I am immediately comforted, knowing He's thinking of me. And even more so, knowing that having my toys ready meant that He was going to let me masturbate later.

For the next hour or so, all I could manage to think about was Him and what was to come. If you're read previous posts of mine, such as this one, then you know that our sex life is different to most people's. We do not have sex in the traditional sense any more, instead we masturbate while watching one another and helping out when it's wanted/required. Now, as much as I love to masturbate (and I do!), the anticipation that leads up to masturbating is something I really enjoy as well. If I know that I will be masturbating later or at a particular, my arousal is heightened.

Take for instance last night...normally I have my arse full with what I think most people would call a large butt plug, but what I would refer to as medium. As well as this, I have my cunt full with a generous (read: long, thick) vibrator. I didn't even get close to even wanting anything in my cunt (and sometimes this happens), and last night was one of those nights.

Although I did lube up my butt plug in my cunt, it didn't stay there for long until I asked Him for permission to fill my arse. From here on in, I was fucking my arse and playing with my clit, and I didn't feel like I was missing anything from my cunt. Last night was just one of those nights where my enjoyment for having my arse stimulated was higher than my desire to have my cunt fucked. Most likely due to the fact that it's been awhile since a masturbation of mine has been all about my arse.

Needless to say, the difference in masturbation did the trick and it took all of my strength to hold off until He was pleased and gave me permission to orgasm. And it was all topped off by Him commanding me to orgasm. Mmm, happy times.

Bath time

I’ve always enjoyed shower time from as early as I can remember. There’s just something so relaxing about the water washing over me. For just those few moments in time, it’s almost as if all the troubles of the day drain down the plug hole. To be completely honest, I’m too self-indulgent and spend too much time in the shower. I know I should be more water wise, but surely we’re all allowed to be a little selfish now and then aren’t we?

I think it’s safe to say that I enjoy shower time more than most people. I remember being on a camp when I was in primary school, I think I was about 12, and we had a 3 minute time limit on showers. As soon as I heard this, my immediate thought was “that can’t be right. How can anyone get clean let alone enjoy their shower in such a short amount of time?” Needless to say, I tried to adhere to the time limit, but did go over, but not by much because we were being timed. Another example of how much I enjoy my showers was also when I was about 5 years old and I flat out refused to hop out of the shower because I liked it so much. My mum tried to coax me out, and so did my grandmother, but both of them failed. Then my grandmother went and talked to my grandfather. When she came back in, he was with her and I can distinctly being able to see him through the glass doors, and hearing her tell me that he had a glass of ice cold water that he would use if I refused to get out. That did it for me. Although I didn’t want to get out, it was a better option than being drenched in ice cold water. Another time at home I was enjoying the feeling of the water trickling all over my body, I actually fell asleep.

Now what does my enjoyment of shower time have to do with anything? I do have a point, trust me.

Now, although I’ve always loved having a shower, I also love having a bath. Relaxing in a tub full of water (and preferably bubbles), closing my eyes and just enjoying the sensation, just feels so good. I’ve never had the luxury of being able to have a bath too often over the years, which is why when I get the chance, I milk it for all its worth.

Spending over 3 weeks with Him was wonderful, in so many ways, but a special bonus was that the house he’s in has a bath tub (heaven!), although it could be bigger. I couldn’t wait to have a bath, and although He had some bath stuff there that I’ve used before, it’s not real bubbly and I wanted to go all out and have a true bubble bath. So first chance I got when I went shopping that’s what I bought. The brightest bottle of kid’s bubble bath I could find! He just shook His head at me when I showed Him, but when you haven’t been able to enjoy too many bubble baths growing up, you compensate later, and well that’s what I did anyway.

So one night, I figure I’ll draw the bath and have some fun with my bubbles. Truth be told, I could have had more bubbles (and another time I did), but this time I just settled for a moderate amount. I eased into the bath, and was lying on my back, with my head resting on the end. Now the tub isn’t that big, so in this position most of the top half of my body was exposed. It might sound silly, but I felt quite naked, so I covered what wasn’t underwater in heaps of bubbles. To me, I felt quite sexy. Here I was lying in a bath full of bubbles, with the half my body that was out of the water selectively covered in bubbles.

It was at this point that I wanted Him to come and join me in the bathroom. Although I wouldn’t have complained if He had have hopped in with me, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted Him to come and take pictures of me, feeling sexy, covered in bubbles. I’m His little girl, and I wanted Him to be able to look back in years to come and smile at the photos of me enjoying myself, surrounded and covered by bubbles. And I wanted Him to enjoy taking pictures of His little girl, splashing about, having fun at bath time.

I should have just told Him that this is what I wanted, but I didn’t. I really did feel like His little girl at that moment. I was afraid He would think I was being silly, wanting Him to take pictures of me in the bath, so I didn’t tell Him what I wanted, I didn’t ask, and the pictures never got taken. Quite a few times I almost called out to the other room where He was and asked Him, but then I thought again that He would think I was being silly so I didn’t.

In the following days between my first bubble bath and the next one, I often thought I should just ask Him, but I never did. Even when I was having the next bubble bath (with heaps more bubbles) I wanted so desperately to be His little girl and have Him take pictures of me having fun in the bath, but He never did because I never asked.

I was not to know if He would have thought I was silly for wanting this, but that feeling was too strong, and that’s why I never asked. Who knows…maybe He would have enjoyed taking pictures of me, just as much as I would have had fun playing while He took the pictures.

I just wanted to be His little girl, enjoying her bath.

Because it's what I need and what I crave.

Why is it that I’m submissive? This is a question that I’ve been asking myself for a little while now. Maybe it comes down to the fact that I’m just a little girl on the inside who wants to be taken care of. Maybe it’s because I want to let go of some control in one part of my life and let someone else make the decisions for me. Maybe I’m submissive because I put others first and this is just an extension of that.

All I know is that I love it. I love being told what to do, I love pleasing Him. I love knowing that me being pleased is not a top priority. I love that I have a job, and that job is me submitting to Him, and everything that comes with it.

I find it difficult to request what I want when it comes to being intimate. Perhaps that’s just because He’s my first and only partner (and He’s more experienced) or perhaps that’s just who I am.

I love that He takes control and tells me what to wear (or what not to wear), when I can and can’t masturbate, when I can and can’t orgasm.

I came across an interesting point on Persephone’s blog where her owners stated that she was thinking of her orgasm as being for her. They corrected her and stated that it wasn’t for her and that nothing of her body is for her. “You feel the benefits of it, but it’s not for you”. This struck a chord with me, which rang so true. I know that the orgasm’s I have are because of Him allowing me to have them, but I always thought that it’s because He wants me to be pleased and obtain what I need. I’m sure this is true, but when looking at it from the other perspective, they aren’t for me. My orgasm’s are essentially for Him, after all, He’s the one that is either allowing or denying them. And although I’m receiving the specific pleasure from them, it’s the pleasure that he’s receiving by me having an orgasm that is most important.

Of late, I’ve been asking Him to tell me when to orgasm. I’ve felt it coming, but being a masturbation addict I drag it out longer and tease myself. A few times over the years He’s told me that He’s going to count down and that I was to orgasm when He reached a certain number. I wasn’t as trained as I am now, and I couldn’t manage to orgasm from His command. Back then my thoughts were “well, I know this is what I’m supposed to do, but I can’t. I can’t orgasm on command, and it really doesn’t matter if I do or not, He won’t be upset, He’ll understand”.

My headspace has changed from when I thought this. I know now that it’s really not about me. It’s not about me deserving to have an orgasm or even earning the privilege to have one. It’s about Him. It’s about what He wants, and what He wants to see.

So, as I said, lately I’ve been asking Him to command me to orgasm. It has been working, and it’s been working because I know commanding me isn’t for my benefit, and neither is my orgasm. He is in control of me, He knows what I need, but more importantly, it’s what He needs.
I must state here that when He commands me it’s not at a random time. It’s not while I’m washing up or reading or at any other non-sexual moment like these. I am commanded when I have been masturbating and He knows that I’m getting there. It just pushes me to that edge that normally I would hold out for, teasing myself for longer.

I obviously enjoy having an orgasm, but it’s more than that when He commands me. It’s another way of me submitting to Him and showing Him just how much I love Him and how much I love Him having control over me. It’s giving up that power, giving up a part of me, but letting Him have it instead.

I enjoy my orgasms more when I know He wants them, and they are better because when I have them, they happen at the exact moment He wants them to.


So why is that I'm submissive? Because it's what I need and what I crave.