After going out shopping for a new watch, we went to the local adult store. Daddy was kind enough to purchase me a new vibrator as my favourite one can now really only be used as a dildo (that's alright though). After being treated to a facial, I decided it was time to try my new toy. He was quite a bit thicker than I'm used to (part of the appeal, but he didn't seem that big in the shop) and a bit shorter. And he was much, much harder. It is uncomfortable if the angle isn't right, because of how inflexible he is. I will use him again, although he won't be a regular.
So after bringing myself to orgasm on my new toy, I hopped in and had a nice hot shower. We had dinner, watched some tv and then Daddy started playing games on the computer. I was in the mood again, so I grabbed my trusted friend, and took place on the bed, on my back, legs spread, rubbing clitty and pumping my wet cunt full of long, hard, plastic cock.
Daddy came to check on me, thinking I was sleeping. The sight He received when He walked in was very different to what He expected. (grins). "You're horny today" He said. I just smiled and continued. He joined me on the bed as He started nibbling at my neck and ear. Quickly the nibbles turned harder, more forceful. And soon He was biting my neck and ear, driving me wild. "Cum for me" was all He had to say and I was His. I used my trusted friend like there was no tomorrow, and in that moment, there was no tomorrow.
As soon as I came back to the land of living (lol), Daddy said "Shit. I bet I've marked you, and we have dinner tomorrow night". I just smiled and replied "I know. I thought of it at the time, but then thought meh...what the fuck".
Looks like this little girl and Her Daddy have to go and buy some foundation tomorrow.
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
His wonderful gift
When I was still living at home (not with Him), we were talking on the phone one night and that's where and when the idea started.
He bought it for me, before I got here. It was already hanging on the fridge when I arrived.
Master has bought me a chore chart. You know the standard ones, it's a white board that has a table on it with the days of the week up the top and down the left hand side you write a chore and someone's name as to who should be doing it. Well, this is what you're supposed to do with it anyway. We use it differently.
We do not have a chore board, we have a whore board. The days of the week obviously stay the same, but the so called chores that should go down the side well...instead of that He has written:
Time
Duration
Cums.
This is my masturbation board. I am the masturbation whore, and this is my whore board. When He's at work all day, if I play (which I normally do), when I'm finished I have to record my session here. All He has to do is come home and check the board to see how long I've spent that day with my hands between my legs, fucking myself with big plastic cock. And I love it!
When the idea first got mentioned when we were talking on the phone, it sounded wonderful. Just the idea that I had to document my masturbation for Him. But also that it was there, out on display for anyone to see.
I've been a very good girl and haven't missed writing up a session on there yet. And to be honest, it makes my masturbation more exciting and thrilling to know that I have to report my activities. I like knowing that He can come home from a long day in the office and without having to ask me about my masturbation (if any), He can just check. Although I did joke with Him the other day about feeling pressured to 'meet my quota' and 'fill up the board', I do not feel pressured at all.
I want to please Him. And I know that coming home and checking how much time I spent masturbating and how many times I came does please Him. It almost feels to me, as if there shouldn't be any blank spots on the board. Like it really is missing something or is incomplete if some parts are blank while others are not.
He has said that at the end of each week we will tally up how much time I spent masturbating and how many times I came, which I think will be fun. I know and fully and openly admit that I prefer masturbation to sex. Sex just doesn't get me off anymore. I need long, hard, fat plastic cock in my cunt to get me off. Even though I am quite enthusiastic about self-love, I think even I will be surprised at how long each week I spend masturbating, and how many times I bring myself to orgasm in a period of seven days. Who knows, perhaps He might want me to post my weekly tallies here for you all to see just how much of a masturbation whore I am.
I love His gift. His whore board for his masturbation whore.
He bought it for me, before I got here. It was already hanging on the fridge when I arrived.
Master has bought me a chore chart. You know the standard ones, it's a white board that has a table on it with the days of the week up the top and down the left hand side you write a chore and someone's name as to who should be doing it. Well, this is what you're supposed to do with it anyway. We use it differently.
We do not have a chore board, we have a whore board. The days of the week obviously stay the same, but the so called chores that should go down the side well...instead of that He has written:
Time
Duration
Cums.
This is my masturbation board. I am the masturbation whore, and this is my whore board. When He's at work all day, if I play (which I normally do), when I'm finished I have to record my session here. All He has to do is come home and check the board to see how long I've spent that day with my hands between my legs, fucking myself with big plastic cock. And I love it!
When the idea first got mentioned when we were talking on the phone, it sounded wonderful. Just the idea that I had to document my masturbation for Him. But also that it was there, out on display for anyone to see.
I've been a very good girl and haven't missed writing up a session on there yet. And to be honest, it makes my masturbation more exciting and thrilling to know that I have to report my activities. I like knowing that He can come home from a long day in the office and without having to ask me about my masturbation (if any), He can just check. Although I did joke with Him the other day about feeling pressured to 'meet my quota' and 'fill up the board', I do not feel pressured at all.
I want to please Him. And I know that coming home and checking how much time I spent masturbating and how many times I came does please Him. It almost feels to me, as if there shouldn't be any blank spots on the board. Like it really is missing something or is incomplete if some parts are blank while others are not.
He has said that at the end of each week we will tally up how much time I spent masturbating and how many times I came, which I think will be fun. I know and fully and openly admit that I prefer masturbation to sex. Sex just doesn't get me off anymore. I need long, hard, fat plastic cock in my cunt to get me off. Even though I am quite enthusiastic about self-love, I think even I will be surprised at how long each week I spend masturbating, and how many times I bring myself to orgasm in a period of seven days. Who knows, perhaps He might want me to post my weekly tallies here for you all to see just how much of a masturbation whore I am.
I love His gift. His whore board for his masturbation whore.
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