Oh What a Lovely Evening We Had

Jay and I had such an erotic, arousing night this evening. Raise your hand if you remember my Hot Englishman! We have been back in touch over the past 2 or 3 months. Jay and I have communicated quite a bit on the subject of what we each want in our "adventurous" sex play. I am now ok with and even excited about being shared. There are very strict parameters set up that I won't bore you with.

We first met the Hot Englishment about 3 years ago. He flew to Atlanta on business a number of times and I was still very uncertain about what I wanted so I regretfully turned this very wonderful man down more than once. He is hoping to come to Atlanta again fairly soon, and this time I won't be turning him down.

We had a rather hot cam session tonight, although technical difficulties did make it less than perfect. Being in the UK and having to compensate for the time difference this sweet or more accurately put horny man actually set an alarm to wake him to meet us at the agreed upon time. How he managed to actually get up from a dead sleep I have no idea...LOL.

Have I mentioned that this man is highly attractive, even more so butt ass naked with his hard cock in his hand. Tonight was the first time we actually spoke with each other. His accent makes me want to melt like butter.

Jay had to leave the room for a few minutes which left Mr. Englishman and I to carry on alone. And carry on we did. I spread my wet pussy for him and inserted one of my favorite dildos while fucking myself vigourously. He stood stroking his cock for me, and I so wanted to lick his chest and abdomen as my eyes feasted on him.

He brought his cock closer to the camera for me as I grew wetter and wetter, fingering my now hard little clit. He told me how he wanted to have me suck his balls and shove my tongue inside his ass. He wanted to lick my clit as Jay fucked me. I told him how I wanted him to fuck me after Jeff had cum inside me. I panted out that then I wanted him to cum in me, and get between my legs and lick all the cum out of me. At this point, I lost all control. "I'm going to cum Mr. Englishman, I'm going to cum" I managed to get out as I came hard on my fingers.

Jay returned soon after this. We all joked about the fact that I was such a slut I had already cum while he was gone. I sucked Jay's cock while Hot Englishman watched trying to demonstrate what I wanted to do for him. Licking his balls, taking his cock to the back of my throat, gagging on it, gently sucking and licking the head.

Jay placed himself between my legs and began to lick my still sensitive clit as my eyes continued to feast on the Hot Englisman's body. I was soon writhing in pleasure. Daddy looked up at me and said "Don't you cum" I mewed my displeasure but held myself back. A few more mimutes of licking and I was on the edge again. "Daddy, please can I come?" "Ask Hot Englishman if you can come." Dammit he wouldn't let me come either!! "Five more seconds" He must have repeated that for a full damn minute until I was finally allowed to explode again.

Jay then had me on my back and inserted his cock in me as I watched Hot Englishman's cock grow even larger as he stroked faster and faster. My hips pumped at Jay as Mr. Englishman pumped his cock into his hand. I grunted out how much I wanted his cock in my mouth right now. He asked if I could get two cocks in my mouth at once. I innocently replied "I don't know, I've never tried it." The thought of it however made me even wetter.

Mr. Englishman urged us on, telling Jay to come in me because he wanted to see it dripping out of my cunt. Jay pumped hard and deep until he exploded inside me.

I spread my pussy for my Hot Englishman to give him a view of my wet cum oozing cunt as he stroked harder and harder. I watched intently. There is NOTHING I love more than to watch a man stroke his cock for me and cum all over his hand. Given of course it is a man I know and like and not just some random strange weirdo wanting a chick to watch him get off. My Hot Englishman did not disappoint. When he was done I had this burning desire to lick his cum covered hand clean.

I very much look forward to further adventures with this man.

Watching

"Come here," he commanded in a throaty, sleep swollen voice.

I scooted my backside up against his frontside. His hands wandered to my breasts. He began to squeeze them before moving to the more delicate work at the nipple.

I had an overwhelming desire to watch his hands work on my breasts. I moved the covers down. His muscular, manly hands on my breast evoked a little cry of lust from me. My cunt responded to the sight immediately with a throbbing insistance. He worked the nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pausing to tug the ring running through my pierced nipple until I was moaning and writhing in ectascy.

He flipped me over on my back so he could work both breasts at the same time. I shoved the covers down around my knees so he could watch as I slipped a hand between my legs and began to masturbate as he continued his adoration of my breasts. My clit stood up erect and sensitive, my flowing juices making the rubbing of it even more delicious. I raised my head from the pillow to watch as he tugged at both nipple rings, my hand reaching for and grasping his hard cock. I stroked him for a few moments until my hand flew to my cunt, fingers shoved up inside it as I continued to masturbate my clit.

I climbed higher and higher until I was gasping, "I want to cum. I am going to cum, Daddy."

He squeezed my breasts hard as I bit into the pillow at the side of my head to stifle my moans of orgasm. When I had grunted and groaned my way through the last throes of pleasure, I pleaded, "I need you to fuck me now."

He spread my legs and rested them on his shoulders just before he entered me. That first entry with its soft little "pop" as the head of his cock pushes it's way through my folds is always the sweetest. I moaned quietly as he pushed his way inside my slippery hole. He rocked gently back and forth inside me, building up the pace.

As he thrust harder and harder inside me he spat out through gritted teeth, "I'm going to tie you up at a construction site and let them cum all over you," just before he emptied himself inside me with his own orgasm.

Oh how I love Sunday morning sex. Makes me glad we decided we were too lazy to get up for church this morning!

Jingle Bells

Look what my sweet Sir bought me before we went out Saturday night. I LOVE them!! They jingle and sway with the slightest movement, and they're so cute. Sir and I giggled and delighted in them like school children. My Sir knows just what makes me happy. Thank you my honey :-)

More Fun With Fetish Parties

This past Saturday Jay and I had the good fortune to attend another one of Mon Cherie's festish parties like this one we attended last month. We had been looking forward to it for several weeks. I will recount the majority of the evening for you in picture form.

We dropped the kids off with their grandparents and had a glorious 24 hours to ourselves.

The evening saw me starting out with this as my under attire...

















Jay was keen to have me show off my nipple piercings, so I was required to wear this outfit to the party to accomplish just that task...















We happened to see hoola hoop girl(she can be seen in the post recounting last month's fetish party) out on the patio where she was watching a little show with other folks, and having some pictures taken. I mentioned to Jay that I wish I could take some photos with her. The next thing I know, he has made the request and she and I are taking some naughty, fun photos together. I have always been ambivalent about whether or not I would enjoy being dominated by a woman. While there was no real domination going on here beyond posing for photos, there was enough for me to get a good idea that I would very much enjoy being dominated by the right type of woman...my dear Gracie comes to mind whom I have had a crush on for a very long time.



























Of course there were also shows for tantalizing and teasing other than me getting all giddy taking pictures with Hoola Hoop girl...






























There was also plenty of dancing...













I must also sheepishly admit that I got quite a bit more intoxicated on this evening than I normally do. I normally have nothing more than a good buzz going both because these events are so much more fun to experience sober and because I am 40 years old and too damn old to deal with the after effects of too much drinking especially when I have children I have to get up and take care of the next day. I only had 2 drinks at the party, but they were apparently stronger than normal...combine that with the margaritas we had at dinner 3 or 4 hours before, and you have a recipe for me to be sitting on a sofa in the corner of the bar letting Jay take these pictures by the end of the evening...



Very naughty behavior even for this setting! The toy you see in my hand is my latest toy from my friend Shelly that I will be reviewing soon.

We also met some new friends and bought a really divine smelling massage candle.

Overall, it was a great evening. Our next planned outing is a Halloween fetish party the weekend before Halloween. We are looking forward to another great time!

Pierced

So I made mention in this post a couple of weeks ago that I had completed a milestone task for Daddy and HeadMaster(Headmaster encouraged it, but this task was really done for Daddy), and would no longer be required to write my mantra on my body. However, I never made mention of what that task was.

Well, my dearest reader, two weeks ago Sunday I got my nipples pierced. It is something Jay and I have discussed off and on literally for years. We both stopped just short of getting serious about it due to concerns about how it might affect the sensitivity of my nipples. My nipples are extremely sensitive and provide me a great amount of pleasure. The proper stimulation of them can leave me soaking wet and on the edge of orgasm. Losing that sensitivity would be devasting to us both. After extensive research on the subject, the consensus seems to be that in the majority of cases, done professionally and properly cared for, having one's nipples pierced tends to leave them at least as sensitive as they were pre-piercing and often times more sensitive.

Jay and I had been talking more and more seriously about piercing them over the last few weeks. Two weeks ago we were out shopping for birthday presents for my daughter (give me the "mother of the year award" for surviving a sleep over with 8 little girls last weekend to celebrate her 7th birthday!!) when Jay said to me that we were going to get my nipples pierced while we were out. I figured now was as good a time as any, and perhaps it was best to do it on the spur of the moment and not think about it too much.

After birthday shopping was complete, we headed over to the tattoo/piercing shop where I had my navel pierced some years ago. These folks are highly rated and come with many glowing recommendations so I felt good about having it done there.

I actually had my mantra written on my body under my clothing. I would like to say I was brave enough and Daddy was hard enough on me to have made me have them pierced with the mantra still on my body, but he showed me some mercy and allowed me to scrub it off with some wipes we had in the car before going into the shop.

We go in and speak to the guy at the front about what we want done. We had already called earlier to find out their hours and let them know we would probably be coming over today so he was kind of expecting us. Just my luck, the guy who is going to pierce my nipples is quite attractive. I was feeling self concious and nervous enough, now I not only have to bare my breasts to a good looking stranger, I have to let him touch them in a most intimate way.

He prepares everything and takes us to a back room for this rather private type of procedure. I sit in a chair not unlike a dentist's chair, and try not to watch as he readies his alcohol and needles on his tray while donning a pair of gloves.

I ask if I have to remove my shirt completely or just lift it up...silly question really as I know what the answer is. I take it off and toss it to Jay who is happily readying his cell phone to snap some pictures of this momentous occasion.

My handsome piercer swabs each nipple with alcohol,then sets about marking my nipples with a pen for even piercing while asking me if I am nervous. I am about to let you stick a needle through each of my very sensitive nipples...you tell me if you think I am nervous, Einstein...as Jeff Foxworthy would say, "Here's your sign!"

When the marking is done he takes my left nipple in a tong-like device, places the needle against my nipple and asks if I am ready. I answer that I am while taking a couple of deep breaths. Dearest reader, it HURTS LIKE HELL to have a needle go through your nipple!! I involunatarily spat out "Fuck!" as the needle went through, and then quickly followed it with,"Sorry," as if this handsome, young guy working in a tattoo parlor has never heard such foul language...LOL! He quickly shoved the barbell piercing through the hole he had just made and fastened the little silver ball to the end.



One nipple down, one more to go. I started to wish I was some sort of freak of nature and only had one nipple!! He moved to my right side as I again tried to ignore his preparations to pierce one of my most delicate and prized body parts. A word of caution for those thinking of piercing the nipples, the 2nd one hurts more than the first. Perhaps because your body knows what's coming, or I have also read that the effects of adrenaline and endorphins are often beginning to wear off by the 2nd nipple. No cursing with the 2nd piercing...just deep, guttural groaning.

Just like that...wham bam, thank you ma'am, my nipples were pierced. The first week was rough, I won't lie. I was very sore, and by about Wednesday and Thursday of that week was donwnright crabby due to the constant discomfort.



This week healing seems to be progressing nicely and the discomfort is considerably less, although my right nipple is still much more tender than my left. Jay was actually able to very gently roll my left nipple through his fingers during sex this morning. Yet a little while later when I accidentally scraped something against this same nipple, I nearly jumped through the ceiling with the sharp pain I am told full healing takes 6-8 weeks. I am hoping it comes sooner rather than later!! I look forward to replacing the barbell look with little silver hoops once the healing is complete.



I can't wait for the fun Daddy and I plan to have with this new adornment of my body.

Despite my fuck ups as a proper submissive this week, this is something I can be proud of!

An Ashamed Sub Who Just Can't Seem to Get it Right

Today I did not perform as the shining example of a perfect sub either for HeadMaster or Daddy. I am disappointed and ashamed of my failure to learn. My bottom aches as a constant reminder of my failure due to Daddy's discipline this evening.

I began the afternoon by speaking with HeadMaster. We had not spoken for a little over a week due to his rigourous travel schedule. Over and over, I forgot to address him as Sir. He had to remind me, he had to prompt me, he had to wait for me to say it...MORE THAN ONCE. What kind of a sub can't even remember to address her dominant as "Sir?" He was sorely disappointed that I could forget such a simple requirement in such a short amount of time.

I was promised strict discipline for this forgetfulness and just general lazy inattention to detail at our next meeting requiring the need for tylenol before and after our session. That scares the shit out of me ladies and gentlemen...I can't stop thinking about it. However, kinky freak that I am, it also makes me wet.

The tasks I have been given to begin to make it up to him by showing my complete obedience are to wear my njoy anal plug to work tomorrow with a dress. I was also directed to pick out a dildo that most reminds me of his cock and write his name on it.."Sir." I am to carry it with me in my purse at all times. Each time I think of his cock I am to think of Sir. I am also to practice deep throating the dildo for at least 5 minutes each day. My goodness but this is such a difficult skill. Is it something you can learn? Are some women just naturally gifted at it? Is there some sort of trick to it? I must do some research on this subject in an endeavour to bring HeadMaster even more pleasure.

This evening when Daddy got home, I told him of my conversation with HeadMaster. He was glad to hear we had had a good session, and that I had been given tasks. However, he was very upset and disappointed that I had neither asked permission to perform these tasks for HeadMaster nor had he had any communication from HeadMaster letting him know the tasks he had given me. Daddy felt it had been made clear between the two of them that he enjoys HeadMaster giving me tasks, but as my ultimate Master must be kept informed of the tasks his sub is being given.

I became angry with Daddy for being so damn "picky," for raining on my parade and making everything so damn difficult. Basically attempting to do what I have come to recognize lately that I do often to him...topping from the bottom.

This time my attempt to top Daddy ended up with him pulling me out of bed where I had gone to stew, placing me on my knees in position 3 in front of a mirror and caning me with the scary big, black PVC cane that we rarely use. Daddy's punishment left me sweating, and crying out with the blinding pain until I realized our son might hear us, and used all my strength to hold in the screams that wanted to escape my lips.

Daddy questioned me as he dealt the blows of the cane.

"What did you do wrong today?"
"I don't know, Daddy" I blubbered through the pain even though I clearly did know.
"What...did...you...do...wrong...today?" Daddy asked again through clenched teeth as the cane met my vulnerable flesh.
"I did not ask you about my tasks Sir," I panted
"Thats right. Now why do you need to ask if you can perform these tasks?"
"Because you are my Daddy," I responded.
"And who is your Master, slut?"
"You are Daddy, you are," I tearfully replied
"Now you will send HeadMaster a message telling him of your transgression today, and explaining that you must have permission and I must be informed of any tasks you are given. You will tell him of the shame of this session."
"Yes Sir," I agreed

He rubbed the cane along the bottom of my foot and I was in terror. I knew I could not take that cane on the bottom of my foot after my experience with HeadMaster and the much smaller cane on my foot a few weeks earlier. I shivered in fear as I watched him in the mirror.

Finally he said, "You may get up and get dressed now. What are you going to do as soon as you get dressed?" he probed.

"Send an email to HeadMaster Daddy," I dutifully replied.

"That's a good girl," he praised.

I did just as I was directed.

Later in the evening Daddy hugged me, and I whispered against the side of his scratchy, manly face, "Thank you for reminding me who I am Daddy."

"You're welcome sweetheart," he responded tenderly as he kissed me.

I don't know but I think my bottom is gonna hurt for quite a few days, what do you think? With the paddle, it leaves bruises, but they dont usually hurt that much as I sit. The welts from the cane are painful and I fear I am going to be reminded of my misdeeds all day long tomorrow....




The next day...



Ah yes, I was right. My ass really smarted the next day. I have seen it as marked if not more so than this, but it has never been quite so tender. When I went for a run this morning, it hurt. When I stood up, it hurt. When I sat down, it hurt. Something about that cane packs a nasty punch unlike any other implement we have used. I don't soon wish to meet it again.

My Mantra

I am struggling with my training as a proper submissive already. I test my 2nd Dom at times, but more so I test Daddy. Headmaster makes it very clear to me that any disobedience will be swiftly corrected. I had been directed to wear my Njoy anal plug to work last Monday, and chose not to as I had been made to wear my rosebud all day at work the previous Friday, and simply did not feel like doing it all over again on Monday. I could not lie to Headmaster when he inquired if I had followed directions. As my punishment I wore paperclips tightly affixed to my nipples all day, and was ordered to take a ruler into the restroom and spank each breast 10 times for my transgression. Slut that I am, this made me slippery wet.

I struggle much harder with Daddy which is, of course, why I am in training. I had refused a direction of his early in the week arguing about it's impracticality and trying to bargain with him. It only served to cause tension and frustration between us until I followed the direction the next day. It did turn out to be an impractical sort of order, but the point was I had obeyed.

This very same day, Daddy informed me we would be going out to obtain new nipple clamps for me, and I was to dress only in a sheer piece of lingerie. Again, I argued and refused. I was terrified he would make me go into public in nothing but a sheer nightgown. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T do that. The notion of men looking me up and down and women judging and whispering made my palms sweaty.

At this point Headmaster stepped in. We had a conversation that has been a turning point in my training. He knows who I am, he knows I long to submit no matter what the request. One of the most illuminating portions of the conversation occured when he encouraged me to use the same strength I had drawn on to bear his breast torture and the cane, to fulfill Daddy's request and go out with him in whatever attire he deemed fit. It had not really occured to me that bearing humuliating, psychologically difficult tasks required that I draw from the same place that allowed me to bear physical punishment and pain. Headmaster went on to assure me he would not give up on me as a wonderful sub, and I should not give up on myself. He inquired if I was now ready to submit to Daddy's request. I agreed that I was and mentally began to prepare myself for whatever Daddy required of me.

While still humuliating, Daddy's request was not quite as bad as I had feared. I was directed to wear a sheer black blouse, no bra of course, but thankfully it had pockets on each side which covered most of my breasts, a very short mini skirt which exposed the bottom of my bare ass cheeks when I moved in just the right way, and 3" black patent leather heels.

To reinforce my lesson, I was taken from bed that morning, ordered to kneel in position 3 in front of a mirror, and had the cane painfully applied to my ass as Daddy reminded me this training was for his pleasure. I was asked more than once, "Who is your master, slut?"

"You are, Daddy," I replied each time.

"Are you going to follow Daddy's directions?" he probed

"Yes Sir. Yes, Daddy," I grunted as the cane met the flesh of my naked ass.

Again I was slippery wet after my punishment.

When the evening came, I complied like a perfect slut with no questions or complaints. Daddy took me to one toy shop in search of the clamps he sought. I was relieved that it was a very small shop and no one was there. Sadly, however they did not have the clamps he sought. Daddy did have me bend over and let him swat me with a flogger they had there which I found throughly embarrassing as the clerk there couldn't help but hear it even if he did not see it in the small store.

We also needed to go by the liquor store that evening for my special pineapple flavored drinks we cannot find at the grocery store. It being Saturday and this being the Bible Belt South where alcohol is not sold on Sundays, we had to go that evening if I wanted my drinks. So Daddy took me to the liquor store in my outfit. I was both nervous and aroused to be doing just as Daddy directed me. I kept my eyes down as we were in the store, unable to face any gawking, judgemental or lacivious stares. When we had made our purchase, Daddy took me back to the car, had me unbutton my blouse, lean against the car and sqeezed my breasts for his pleasure.

We then continued on to the second sex toy shop where he hoped to find the nipple clamps he sought. I was much more nervous about this one as it was much bigger and always had a lot of customers. As expected, the store was packed with people. Daddy had directed me not to leave his side, not to fiddle with my skirt attempting to pull it down and not to cross my arms in an attempt to shield my breasts. I did as I was told, feeling both shamed and aroused. Curiosity made me look around a bit more in the store. And sure enough, I did see a woman or two looking me up and down disapprovingly. After that, I kept my eyes down, and stayed on Daddy's heels as directed. This store also did not have the nipple clamps he sought, but he led me around the store a big longer, looking at dirty movies, and other items. When we left Daddy praised me, telling me how well I had done and how proud he and Headmaster were of me.

During my conversation with Headmaster earlier in the week I was given a mantra to write on my body each day and email to him as he felt I needed this daily reinformcement of who I am and what my place is. I am to do this each day until I have completed a milestone sort of task which he and Daddy both have charged me with. So far I have written this message on my body and sent to him for 6 days. However as I write this post, I have completed the task with which I was charged and will no longer be required to write my mantra each day unless Headmaster or Daddy change their minds on me.

In Traning, Conclusion

I was then directed to come to Headmaster as he sat in his chair, assume position 2 and suck his very hard cock. I did this with joy, trying my best to take his full length down my throat. When I was given permission to use my hands, I twisted up and down as I sucked the head, my glistening cunt spread wide and throbbing.



Headmaster then directed me back to the ottoman, stood over me and twirled the flogger over my body as adrenaline coursed through me in anticipation of one of my favorite toys. I moaned as he struck my breasts, belly and inner thighs with the flogger. I must have made my enjoyment too obvious for he soon placed the handle of the flogger in my mouth commanding me not to drop it and moved on to the dreaded cane.



The cane is a thin stick which looks harmless enough but packs an awful stinging bite. Headmaster applied the cane to my inner thighs as I cried out my pain.
I was told repeatedly to be quiet “it won’t make it an easier,” yet this was the one order I had the most trouble following. When the pain is nearly more than I can bear, I have to release it from my body somehow. That somehow for me is crying out. I think bearing his discipline in silence will be one of my hardest lessons to learn from my Headmaster.

Headmaster lifted my leg, unbuckled and removed one sandaled heel. I thought perhaps he would suck my toes, but I was not at all prepared for his true purpose.

The cane met the bottom of my foot with blinding pain. I cried out and instinctively jerked my foot away from him, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.

He leaned over me and snarled, “Don’t pull away from me. Don’t you EVER pull away from me, do you understand?”

I nodded that I did, and God... help... me... he moved back to my foot. I considered using my safe word at this point. I felt it forming on my lips, hoped that Jay might say it for me, but he watched in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to say it as it seemed somehow a badge of failure to me; and so I endured two more licks on the bottom of the foot by the cane, each time disobeying by crying out loudly and pulling my foot away.

Headmaster then had me stand and directed me to remove my other heel. I unbuckled the shoe and tossed it off my foot. I was immediately grabbed by the hair my head pulled down to his seated level,

“Now did that seem appropriate to just toss your shoe like that? That’s something an obstinate child would do. Are you a child?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I managed.

He then sent me to retrieve a condom from the bag. I brought it to him and began to open the wrapper. Again I had done the wrong thing.

“Did I tell you to open it?”

“No Sir,” came my humble reply.

In time he told me to open it, and then place it on him.

I was directed to turn around and sit on his cock. I instinctively began to rock back and forth and was ordered to be still and just sit on his cock. When I complied, I was told I could rock slowly back and forth. I began to move slowly on his cock enjoying the sensations inside my cunt as Daddy approached me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked Daddy’s hardness while I bounced on Headmaster’s cock. What a lucky girl I was.

When Daddy was satisfied, he sat back to watch me bouncing harder and harder on Headmaster’s cock. When I was close again Headmaster pulled me backwards by my leash, my collar choking me as I leaned back against him. Thankfully I was given permission to cum because I could no longer control my arousal and was flying towards an unstoppable orgasm.

My strangled gasps filled the air of the hotel room as I came. When it was finished, I leaned forward onto the ottoman, panting and sweating, his cock still inside me as I tried to regain my senses.

He struck me along the back and ass with the cane, this time eliciting deliciously pleasurable sensations.

I began to bounce up and down on his cock harder and harder until my nipples were in agony. My bouncing came to a stop only to have him thrust hard from underneath me as I cried out, “my tits, Oh God my tits”; again an instance where my safe word was needed yet I did not want to fail in using it.

I was able to push past the pain and began to thrust violently on his cock again until my thighs were burning and I was gasping for air as hard as I do after a 4 or 5mile run.

I eventually dismounted his cock and stood only to be pulled down to his level by my hair.

“We have learned some lessons today, haven’t we?” he questioned.

“You were brought here to learn your place and learn to be more obedient to Daddy."

"We all know that you like to test limits. The lessons learned here are to be carried beyond this room otherwise I am wasting my time. Do you want me to waste my time?”

“No Sir,” I replied.

“Good girl. Now repeat to me what I have said and what you have learned here today.”

“That I am to take the lessons here and apply them in the world outside this room. That I am to learn to be more obedient to Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he crooned.

I was then sent on my hands and knees to retrieve a warm wash cloth and carry it back in my mouth. I was then directed to remove his condom full of his seed and clean his cock and balls with the cloth. I was made to repeat the whole process for Daddy minus the removal of a condom.

I was then sent to retrieve the dildo still stuck on the mirror. I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth and attempted to crawl with it in my hand.

“Is that how you are to bring things to me?” he asked.

“No Sir,” I responded as I gripped it in my mouth.

When I returned to kneel before him my bottom was caned as he chided, “I gave you two examples of how you are to bring things to me and you made a conscious choice not to do it, didn’t you?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better Sir,” I responded as the cane dealt its discipline.

I was then sent to fetch various other things with my mouth and generally tidy up the room.

I then dressed him as I knelt before him... I placed his underwear on him which I had retrived with my mouth, his shorts, and his belt.

By far the worst thing I was made to retrieve with my mouth were his shoes and socks. I hesitated over them, horrified at the notion of putting them in my mouth, but too spent to endure much more punishment so I complied and carried each sock and each shoe to him in my mouth. When I had fully dressed him, I placed each sock and shoe on his foot and tied them.

He then sent me to retrieve my dress at which Jay stopped him saying he was not done with me and wanted me naked.

Headmaster again sternly reminded me this was just the first of our lessons. I was to take what I learned beyond just today’s session. Future sessions would increase in intensity, most especially in the discipline dealt for disobedience.

"Yes Sir,” I replied humbly.

After he and Jay shook hands, he left and Jay and I were alone in the room. My dearest Jay laid me back on the bed and sunk his hard cock into me. We fucked with our own particular rhythm, his cock rubbing just the right places inside me until he came with a moan, warm, wet and familiar inside me.

Jay and I have embarked on a new world of sex and discipline which is exciting to each of us. Much has happened in the week since this particular session which I am eager to share with you in upcoming posts.

In Training, Pt. 1

Jay and I had a most illuminating and erotic experience last Sunday. I have been conversing with a new friend for about a month now. We have been getting to know each other in general, and most specifically discussing my desire for a 2nd dominant.

Last Sunday Jay and I made the decision to meet with him. The parameters were set that if there seemed to be some sort of chemistry, he would dispense with the small talk and move forward quickly with what we all desired. We were to meet at a local hotel which also housed a lounge where we might have drinks and chat.

Unfortunately, the lounge was not available on a Sunday afternoon so it was agreed we would simply meet at the hotel and find a quiet place to chat.

Jay informed me that we had to make a little side stop on the way over to our meeting which turned out to be a trip to the mall where I was to pick out a pair of panties to wear to our meeting.

When we arrived at the hotel I was nervous as a cat. We walked in and glanced around the lobby to see our guest had not yet arrived, so we sat down to wait which made it even worse. He arrived not five minutes later and my heart began to pound.

We exchanged pleasantries and sought out a quiet place on the other side of the hotel to chat. We sat with Jay to my right and our new friend directly across from me.

“I understand you made a stop on your way here today,” he began.

I nodded my head in assent.

“And what did you make the stop for?” he prodded.

“A pair of panties,” I answer shyly.

“Why don’t you show me,” he replied.

I lifted my dress enough to flash him the panties.

“Go ahead and stand up and take them off and place them on the table here,” he directed.

I hesitated for a moment, glanced around to see the area was deserted, stood up, removed the panties and tossed them on the table.

“Fold them up neatly and place them on the table,” he directed in a measured tone.

I retrieved the panties from the table, folded them awkwardly, feeling silly and embarrassed and placed them back on the table.

“Do you have your rosebud in?” he queried.

I nodded that I did.

“Stand up, bend over the chair, and show me,” he replied.

I did exactly as I was told, lifting my dress to show him my pink rosebud glimmering from my asshole.

I sat back down, twirling my sunglasses nervously in one hand until I caught him staring from me to the twirling hand. I immediately stilled my hand with nothing but a look.

We began to discuss our mutual desire to check in and adjourn to a room.

“Do you understand why you have been brought here today” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“And why is that?” he countered.

“For training, Sir,” I responded.

“That’s right. And do you understand that you will be pushed and limits will be tested?”

“Yes Sir”

“Are you ready for that?”

“Yes Sir,” I responded as my pussy moistened and a tingle of fear began to run through me.

As we reached the hall on which our room was located, our new friend which I shall refer to as Sir Headmaster going forward, turned to me and said, “You will remove your dress here in the hall.”

The hall was deserted but I could hear people moving about somewhere nearby. I looked at him nervously, unsure what to do.

“I can hear people around the corner,” I protested weakly.

“Then we’d better move quickly, hadn’t we?” Headmaster replied in an even tone.

“Yes Sir,” I responded as I quickly pulled my dress over my head leaving me entirely naked save for my heels.

I scurried behind him desperate for the privacy of the closed hotel room door.

When we entered the room, Daddy ordered me to my knees and affixed my collar around my neck.

Headmaster approached me and informed me he would be teaching me my basic positions which I would be expected to memorize and move into quickly with only the utterance of the number by him. He further clarified I was to use the standard safe words of “yellow” and “red” with which he understood I was familiar. He suggested I let Daddy call my safe words for me, but would allow me to use them as well during this first session.

Position one required me to stand, hands behind my head, chest out, legs spread. He circled me as I stood in this position explaining that this position allowed him to view and inspect nearly all of my body. My pussy grew even wetter as he looked me over as if I was a piece of livestock of which he was considering purchase.

Position two required me to keep my legs straight and lean forward at a 90 degree angle, legs still spread, hands on the back of my head. From this position I was told he could inspect areas he could not see in position one such as my pussy and ass. He could make sure I was clean and properly shaven he told me as he spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my dripping cunt. He returned me to position one and slowly inserted his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my own wetness from them.

Position three required me to kneel on the ground hands behind my head, chest pushed out, while position four was a position of worship which placed my face on the floor arms outstretched in front of my body.

From here on out he would call out numbers and I would comply with the position. A time or two I stumbled on what to do with my hands in position one until my head was jerked down by the hair to his seated position and he quietly said to me in his measured tone, “The hands go in the same place in each position. Why is this so hard for you? It’s not that difficult, is it?”

“No Sir,” I replied.

My leash was attached to my collar, I was ordered on all fours and made to crawl along the floor as he led me about the room, the leash taut enough to cause the collar to choke me.



When this task was completed I was directed to remove his shoes and socks. I have a thing about feet. I am not fond of touching them with the exception of my own and my daughter’s cute little feet, so I had a little trouble with the notion of removing his socks. I did remove them and immediately tossed them inside out onto his shoes. It was an act of laziness I was not going to get away with. I was immediately reprimanded and told to fold the socks neatly over his shoes right side out. I squeamishly turned them right side out and laid them neatly over the shoes as directed, my need to please outweighing my aversion to touching his socks.

He then removed his belt and I watched nervously knowing what was coming next. I was led to the bed and made to bend over it, ass exposed. I was relieved to find the strokes of the belt were rather mild and easily bearable.

I was then ordered back down on my knees and made to remove his shorts. I noted the bulge of his cock in his underwear and wondered when I would have the pleasure of seeing it. I was led about the room on all fours a few more times before being told to remove his underwear.

His cock sprang forth, large, hard and oozing with precum. He brought it to my face and I reached out to take it in my mouth only to be slapped in the face and reminded I had not been given permission to take him in my mouth. He slapped his cock in my face quite hard a few times before allowing me to take him in my mouth. I sucked and tasted as my head moved up and down.

When he pulled out of my mouth to slap me a bit more, I took my hands off my head to move the hair out of my face that had fallen down and was irritating me. He immediately pulled me up by the hair, bent over to look me in the eye and said in that measured tone of his as if speaking to a child,

“You don’t move your hands. If you need to move your hands, I will tell you, understand?”

I nodded my head that I did.

Headmaster began to rummage through the gear bag that Daddy had brought, surveying what he had to work with. He found the bag of clothes pins and began to methodically attach them to my breasts.

He then found one of several dildos in the bag. I was mortified by the one he pulled out. It had not been used in some time and was covered in dog hair from its last visit to our bed. I always thoroughly clean our toys after use. I have no idea why this one was in the condition that it was. Nevertheless I was embarrassed by my unkempt dildo.



He led me to the mirror mounted on the wall and attached the suction cup dildo to it. I was then directed into position #2, ordered to push back into the dildo and began to fuck it. As I did this, Headmaster came around in front of me and inserted his cock into my mouth. I was to fuck the dildo mounted on the mirror while sucking Headmaster. I felt a bit embarrassed by the noise of the mirror banging against the wall as I moved. We were near the door to the hotel room and I did not want to make too much noise. Headmaster began to move me back and forth on the dildo at the pace he was seeking. The mirror squeaked and banged against the wall in a most mortifying fashion.

When Headmaster had had enough I was led back to the center of the room into position one. I stood with my hands behind my head, chest pushed out as he took the end of my leash and began to lash at my breasts methodically dislodging the clothes pins with his blows. I cried out a few times with the pain.

When he had succeeded in removing all the clothes pins, he took each breast in his hands and squeezed forcefully.

“It’s not putting the clothes pins on that is painful; it’s when you remove them and the blood begins to flow back in,” he told me as I panted and groaned in agony.



When my breast torture was complete for the moment, I was laid back on the bed, legs bent and spread. Clothespins were attached to my pussy lips. Again this was entirely bearable and arousing for me, until he retrieved a roll of electrical tape from Jay. He wrapped this around each thigh and attached it to the clothes pins, pulling my pussy lips in a most wonderfully excruciating manner.




He also attempted to attach a clothes pin to my clit at which I cried out, “What the fuck?!”, and jumped unable to tolerate the pain level. I should have used my safe word at this point. I am surprised I was not reprimanded for not doing so.
Headmaster noted that I was very wet…so wet that he had trouble affixing the clothes pins to my pussy lips.

“When did you first become wet?” he probed.

Again I was shamed. . Shamed that I was so extremely wet, shamed that I was spread out there on the bed for he and Daddy to stare at just how wet I was, shamed to tell him I had first began to grow wet during our conversation in the lobby. After a little writhing around and stalling, I finally admitted to him when I began to grow wet.

He came to the side of the bed, my leash raised in his hand preparing to strike my inner thighs and/or pussy. I flinched, cried out and tensed.

He leaned down and said in a measured tone of voice again as if speaking to a child, “I haven’t even done anything yet. Quit anticipating it.”

I couldn’t help myself. I continued to writhe and whimper as he raised the leash again. He finally took pity on me and covered my eyes with his hands as he struck my inner thighs and pussy with the end of the leather leash.

I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth and his fingers moving on my clit. I sucked his cock to the best of my ability with my head in an awkward position, licking up and down the shaft until I reached his balls. Licking and sucking his balls until I was rewarded with “That’s a good girl.” My clit became more and more stimulated as his fingers worked it.



“Are you close to cumming?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I breathed.

“Don’t you do it. Don’t you cum without permission.”

I was pulled back up off the bed into position one as nipple clamps were retrieve from the bag and attached to my nipples with the chain connecting them threaded through the O ring in my collar, causing the clamps to bite into my nipples at first in a very arousing manner which would quickly become increasingly painful.

After a few moments I was directed to sit on the ottoman facing the chair and masturbate for him. I did this with abandon as my pussy was so wet and so very swollen. I took a furtive glance at Headmaster every now and then as he focused his attention on my hand and cunt which only served to increase my arousal.



When I was clearly close, again came the order, “Don’t you cum.”

I whimpered a bit and slowed my hand trying to stem the rising tide of pleasure threatening to wash over me.

“Don’t slow down either. Don’t you cum, but don’t slow down,” Headmaster ordered.

I took a couple of breaths which always helps me hold off cumming and did my best to comply.

Garage Dungeon, Conclusion

My mind raced…what if the clothes pins became unbearable, what if I somehow fell off the bench, how long would I be left here like this? To calm myself, I raised my head up to watch the porn still playing on the TV. My mind was soon engaged in the images on the screen…a hot female servicing two men, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy as they reminded her what a slut she was. My own cunt began to react as it grew wetter and wetter. I tried to focus on the pulse growing between my legs, and not the pressure on my pussy lip as I ground my hips against the bench, letting the growing pain of the clothes pin attached there slip away.

Daddy eventually returned after 15 or 20 minutes at which time I began to beg him to remove the clothes pin on my pussy lip. He did so as I sighed with relief only to tell me,

“Now its time for the other side,” as he placed the clothes pin on my other pussy lip.

I nearly broke into tears with frustration, but found a way to submit and drift away from the discomfort.

Daddy placed what I soon figured out were two small tea candles on my ass and lit them. I was terrified they would fall off my bottom and catch the garage on fire.
When I tried to express my fears I was told to shut up and let Daddy work.

His fingers slid between my wet cunt lips and began to massage my clit. My hips undulated with his movements which of course caused the gathering candle wax to spill over onto my ass which was exactly what Daddy was going for. He chuckled as I flinched and cried out with the first dripping of wax onto my ass. He ordered me to wiggle my hips as more wax dripped onto my ass which I did although I was still very frightened the candles would tip off of their precarious perch and set the entire garage on fire.

When Daddy had had his fun with the candles, he blew them out and brought out the flogger. I felt such joy at this as the flogger is one of my favorite toys. He began by gently caressing my back and buttocks with the soft leather of the blades. His strokes started out slow and soft on my upper back, slowly building in momentum until each stroke was thudding loudly within the confines of the garage as it met the flesh of my back and ass.

When my moans became pleas of “Yes Daddy, don’t stop. Mmmm, Daddy that feels so good,” he did stop, and brought out the dreaded heart shaped paddle.

I began to whine and wiggle about on the bench at the sight of it.

“No Daddy. God, no not the paddle, please,” I begged.

My pleas fell on deaf ears as he whacked my bottom with that wicked thing.

I bit down on the bench,concerned neighbors might hear through the thin aluminum garage doors, trying not to cry out as the paddle found its mark . It was no use. I screamed as my flesh exploded in stinging pain. Daddy got one more whack in, branding me with the paddle’s heart shape before I sobbed,

“NO, no more Daddy. I can’t take it.”

Technically he could have and should have continued since I did not use my safe word, but he could hear the genuine distress in my voice, and took pity on me.

He went so far as to remove the bothersome clothes pin from my pussy for which I profusely thanked him. I then felt the cold steel edge of the knife running along my pussy lips as I tried to remain perfectly still. The blade was brought to my lips as he ordered me to lick my cum from it.

Daddy then mercifully unshackled me from the weight bench and ordered me to my knees on the floor.

His cock was inserted into my mouth for sucking as he cooed,

“You like cock don’t you slut? You want one in your mouth and one stuffed up your cunt, don’t you, you little cock whore?”

With that he ordered me to remain kneeling on the floor, head bowed as he went back into the house.

My mind raced again…oh God was someone else here? Had he gotten Joe to come by for a visit after all? Or worse, was there some stranger waiting to be serviced by me? Logically, I knew Jay would not invite a prefect stranger to our home, but I was not in a very logical state of mind at the time.

I watched the door open with genuine fear as he came back into the garage, alone, although I have to admit part of me was hoping Joe would follow him.

He carried out a cup of water and a shot glass as it was blazing hot in the garage.

“Do you want some water?” he cooed at me.

“Yes, Sir,” I respectfully responded.

He brought the shot glass over and held it to my lips for drinking. I only got a sip before he threw it in my face.

He refilled the shot glass and brought it to me again and asked if I wanted water to which I nodded my head in assent. He then spit into the glass, forced my head back by a handful of hair and forced me to drink. I spat the mouthful of water out all over the floor in an uncontrollable reflex of disgust.

I was then hauled back up to the weight bench and strapped down again, this time on my back…arms over my head, legs raised and spread.

Daddy went to work with the clothes pins again, this time arranging them along my breasts and nipples as I watched and writhed with pleasure. I was made to turn my head so he could insert his cock into my mouth for sucking before he mounted me and began to thrust his cock inside my pussy. I wanted his cock so badly by now. I tried to pump my hips towards him, but my freedom of movement was limited by my shackles. We both groaned and grunted our pleasure like the animals we were until Daddy released inside me with a loud guttural cry.

Later on, we cleaned up and went out for a highly satisfying meal for which we had worked up quite an appetite. Oh, the things kinky suburbanites will get up to when left with an empty house for the evening!!

Tomorrow's post will be the evening's festivities in pictures...

Garage Dungeon, Pt. 1

Jay and I enjoyed a delightfully erotic evening last Saturday. Both children were out of the house for the evening affording us the run of the entire house to be as loud and full of debauchery as we chose.

Jay busied himself in the garage, obviously making some sort of preparations as I awaited further instruction in the house. Upon his return I was bidden to follow him upstairs where I was directed to strap on my black sandaled high heels, remove all my clothing, and kneel before him to have my collar and leash affixed around my neck as well as my ankle and wrist cuffs locked around each limb.

Daddy then led me downstairs and outside to the garage. What I saw there both exhilarated me and filled me with gratitude for how much my Jay loves me. The weight bench had been moved to the center of the garage, the little TV out there was tuned into porn, and Daddy’s bag of toys was menacingly waiting for him by the bench.

I was ordered to lie face down on the bench, my ass vulnerable to Daddy’s every whim. My wrists were looped under a support bar of the weight bench and joined together by two or three locking clamps traversing the length from one wrist cuff to the other; my legs were bent at the knee, ankles raised, and tethered to either side of the weight bench via these same metal clamps affixed to my ankle cuffs and attached to metal bars running vertically along either side of the weight bench.

I was now utterly restrained and completely helpless as I felt the sharp, cold edge of a knife run over my ass cheeks as I quivered with a mixture of fear and desire.

“You like this don’t you slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” I confessed to Daddy.

“You like this too, you little whore,” Daddy proclaimed as he spit into my spread ass cheeks and inserted the NJoy inside me.

The crop met the flesh of my ass first, delivering several stinging blows, followed by Daddy’s hand bearing down on me. I moaned softly as my arousal mounted.

Daddy then pulled something crinkly from his toy bag, and as I looked back to catch a glimpse of clothes pins being removed from the cellophane bag, my face was slapped from the side.

“Did I tell you to look back here, slut?” Daddy roared

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir,” I sheepishly replied.

Daddy attached one of the clothes pins to the side of my breast as I held my breath terrified of the pain I was certain was to follow. To my surprise there was no pain, only pleasure and pressure. Daddy did the same to the other breast before walking behind me and laying some of the clothes pins on the bench between my legs.
I felt him kneading and rubbing my inner thigh, and it clicked what was coming next.

“No, no Daddy, please,” I pleaded.

He made no reply as he skillfully attached the first clothes pin to my inner thigh. Again to my shock, it did not produce pain…only pressure and pleasure. Daddy adorned my inner thighs with two clothes pins each as I panted with anxiety turned to pleasure.

Daddy then turned his attentions to my pussy…the fleshy upper portion to be exact. I squirmed and squealed, pleaded and nearly broke down into tears as I realized what he meant to do.

He managed to attach a clothes pin to the fleshy upper portion of my cunt despite my protests. While decidedly uncomfortable, the pressure was bearable.

Then to my horror, Daddy announced he had to do some things in the house, turned off the lights, and left me there bound and helpless with only the glow of the TV for light. I was too stunned to protest as he shut the door behind him...

On Being Daddy's Slut, Conclusion

After rehydrating ourselves, I found myself with Daddy’s cock in my mouth as Joe watched, stroking his cock. He soon reached over and placed my hand on his cock. I stroked it as it rose to full attention. He turned my hand over and spat into it before placing it back on his bulging cock. I cannot begin to describe how much this turned me on. I moaned around Daddy’s cock as I pumped Joe’s up and down, twisting with my hand.

Before long, Joe had me on my back on the sofa, straddling my face as he fucked my mouth with his cock.

“Do you want a faceful of my cum, slut, because you don’t act like it,” Joe accused.

“Yes, yes Sir. I want it, oh God I want it,” I moaned as I writhed underneath him.
I sucked the head of his cock as he stroked it in my face, panting and pulsing with excitement.

Ropes of hot cum shot out onto my face and breasts as I moaned with ecstasy. He slapped my tits with his still hard cock as I rubbed his cum into my nipples.

Daddy took me then, and fucked me hard as Joe’s cum glistened on my face until my pussy was full with his warm pleasure.

We drank some more water, all discussing how we had to get to bed soon as we all had early mornings. As Daddy retrieved more water from the kitchen, Joe sat beside me stroking his cock to life.

“Daddy his cock looks like it needs more attention. May I give it to him?” I asked with desire in my eyes.

“Yes, go ahead,” was Daddy’s reply.

I got on my knees and began to suck and gag again as Joe slapped my face with his cock and shoved me up and down with a fistful of hair.

He soon had me on my knees on the floor, upper body draped over the sofa as he slid his cock inside me. He fucked me unmercifully, pounding into my body with furious thrusts. My face was shoved into the sofa cushion such that I had one small pocket of air, his hand on the back of my neck kept me impossibly restrained. Muffled moans escaped me as I cried out the pleasure of his cock in me.

“Yes, fuck me harder. Oh God yes, please,” I cried.

“You want more, slut?” he demanded.

“Mmm yes, do it. Oh God yes, cum in me Joe. Do it! Cum inside my pussy.”

That sent him over the edge as he bucked inside me as he came.

Daddy had watched this whole scene from a nearby sofa and was rock hard. He laid me back on the sofa and entered me.

“Mmmm, I’m so wet Daddy,” I mewed as he slid into me.

Daddy wasted no time pounding me hard as well as I moaned and moved underneath him.

“Yes, yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy,” I cried.

My pussy was soon again filled with Jay’s sweet, warm cum.

It was late by all our standards at this point…about 10:30. We chatted a bit. I requested to see Joe’s dog who had whined and clawed behind a locked door the whole time.

She was a sweet, friendly thing. Joe was very much in control of her as well. She obeyed his every word without question. I noticed with a shiver of pleasure more profound than I can describe that he spoke to her in the same manner and tone as he had spoken to me. I was his human bitch.

Today finds me feeling no regret over last night’s encounter, and filled with desire as I run the scenes through my mind again. I bear the marks of the encounter as you can see from the pictures of my bottom…one taken when we arrived home last night, and one taken today.





Jay felt it necessary to give a small demonstration with the flogger and heart shaped paddle just before we left, allowing Joe to get a few practice whacks in, creating the heart shaped red marks you may notice. The back of my neck is sore, various areas of my head are tender from banging against the sofa, my knees are sore, my breasts are sore from rough squeezing and slapping, and my pussy is sore from vigorous use. All in all, I am a very happy submissive girl.

I am hopeful we have found a second Dom for me. What fun we can all have if it works out as Jay and I hope. Stay tuned for more details as they develop…

On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 2

Soon afterwards we found ourselves at Joe’s house. I had asked for some gum earlier in the evening to which he responded that he didn’t have any on him but could provide me with some once we got to his house. I asked again for that gum as we walked into his kitchen. He retrieved it for me, waving it in my face and asking what it would be worth to me.

I was directed to get down on my knees on the kitchen floor. As I remarked that the tile floor was hard, Daddy skillfully fastened my collar around my neck. My face was even with Joe’s crotch as I looked up at him for a moment before reaching to unfasten his pants.

I was still nervous, but also eager for his cock. I fumbled with the button and zipper for a moment, planting a few light kisses on his belly before freeing his gorgeous, hard cock.

The smell of him was intoxicating….masculine, musky, sexual. I can still feel it filling my nostrils today bringing with it a swooning sort of desire. My head was quickly shoved down onto his cock. I struggled to take him all in, gagging, tears running down my face as he gripped a fistful of hair, and slid his cock down my throat. My ass was being slapped from behind by Daddy as I gagged and sputtered on Joe’s cock. At some point the gum was given to me which I chewed for a moment before being given a mouthful of cock again.

Daddy had left my rosebud out on the bathroom counter for me earlier in the evening. I saw it, knew what to do with it, but in my nervousness forgot to insert it into my ass.

“Where is it, slut?” Daddy demanded of me.

“What, what, Sir?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“You know what. I left something out for you,” he replied.

It dawned on me like a thunderclap. Oh God, I forgot it, I forgot it!

“I forgot it, Daddy,” I blurted.

“You what?” he bellowed.

“I forgot it because I am a stupid slut, Sir,” I offered.

With that I was shoved on all four’s as they both smacked my ass. Joe pulled my head to and fro by a fistful of hair as he slapped me.

“First you complain about the floor, now you forget what your Daddy tells you to do?” Joe admonished me.

“Stop your fucking crying. No crying slut,” he barked as I gasped for air, not actually crying but taking in big sobbing gulps of air as my adrenaline and arousal increased.

I was soon told to get up and walk to the living room. I stood there, naked, waiting for further instruction.

“Get on your knees,” Daddy ordered.

“This collar needs a leash,” Joe announced as he retrieved his dog’s dirty looking leash.

His cock was soon shoved back in my mouth, gagging me almost to the point of vomiting in one instance to my horror.

“Suck your Daddy’s cock now, slut,” he spat at me as he shoved me towards Jay’s waiting cock.

I began to suck Daddy, bringing his cock to full attention. Joe slapped my ass as I sucked just before thrusting his cock inside me (yes condoms were used for those of you who may be concerned for my welfare). He was so big. I struggled to accommodate him as he rammed himself hard inside me. My body tensed with the pain, muffled moans of pain escaped my mouth as it sucked Daddy’s cock.

Slut that I was, my cunt soon relaxed, soon wanted all he could give me. He thrust violently into me from behind as I sucked Daddy’s cock, my moans of pain giving way to moans of pleasure.

Joe requested Daddy’s permission to take over before grabbing me up by the leash, and shoving me down onto the sofa where I fell with a thud.

“Oh you’re just going to fall down like that. Pathetic…get up and get your ass in the air slut,” Joe barked at me.

I obediently raised my ass and pussy to him before he entered me again. He fucked me from behind for several delicious strokes before flipping me onto my back,gripping my hips and dragging me to him. His cock felt so good as it slid inside me. He braced himself over me and pumped hard into my well stretched pussy. I looked up into his face for a moment, then gazed at his tightly chiseled biceps. I gripped them, ran my fingers over them, growing even wetter with desire.

He flipped me again back onto my knees, ass in the air for him. One arm was restrained behind my back as our bodies became slippery with sweat. He went to grab my other arm, and I lost my balance and fell. He immediately grabbed my leash.

“Oh you don’t want to have sex correctly? Let’s go slut,” he ordered as he led me out the back door.

He led me to a hammock in his backyard, laid me face first over it, and began to fuck me again. Soon afterwards, Daddy was inside me as Joe lay in the hammock in front of me, his cock in my mouth again.

When I could stand the heat no longer, I begged for some water. Being a kind Daddy and Joe, they led me back inside where Joe gave me a cool glass of water...

On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 1

Jay and I have entered once again into unchartered waters, but with a good bit more communication, respect, and common sense this time.

Sunday morning found us lying sleepily in bed, my hand on Jay's cock as he told me I was going to be his slut today, and I was going to do as I was told. He was scrolling through his phone as he told me this, and I mewed pitifully "No" as I knew he must be trying to find a suitable playmate for me. My "No" wasn't very heartfelt though as my submissive heart has been longing for another dominant alongside my Daddy for quite some time.

Daddy used certain electronic means to inquire about the availability of a dominant man in our area for his wife. He was kind enough to show me responses and photos and allow me to screen them. I was further allowed to chat with the handful of suitable responders throughout the day to get a feel for their style, intelligence level and desires. I finally settled on just one applicant that I was expected to serve along with Daddy that very evening.

I will christen our new friend "Joe" for reasons I will keep to myself. Like my friend "the hot Englishman" (who has yet to be able to arrange a trip back to Atlanta for a meeting) Joe’s occupation is one I find very sexy. He is not as large in stature ( just slightly below my 6' minimum) with the broad shoulders and wide chest I generally prefer , but he more than made up for that with the commanding way he carried himself.

Daddy had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with him in private during which they discussed certain ground rules as well as how I was to serve them. Daddy and I spoke afterwards both agreeing we felt Joe to be safe, sane, intelligent and respectful. It was agreed that we would meet for a drink after dinner and go from there.

We left our daughter safely asleep in her bed with her brother babysitting to meet our new friend. I was nervous as a cat. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I worried he would be nothing like his photo, totally unacceptable and I would be disappointed. I worried he would be more attractive than I could stand. I worried I was too fat, too old (he is significantly younger than I), too something...

When we arrived at our destination, I had to force myself not to think, but to act. I followed Jay into the bar and straight to Joe who was waiting at a table for us. Oh God help me, he was HOT!

I felt like a teenager on a first date. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I let Jay make most of the conversation. I felt so shy and awkward.

At some point Daddy said to me, “Tell him what you are wearing under that dress.”

“Nothing,” I shyly replied, barely able to look at either one of them.

“Mmmm, you’re gonna make my cock hard right here in the bar if you keep talking like that,” Joe responded.

Shortly afterwards we decided it was time to go. As Jay went to pay, Joe and I were left alone for a moment.

“So what do you think will happen to you when we get to my place?” he queried.

“Well, I think I might find myself on all four’s crawling on the floor,” I offered.

“Oh, you’re gonna be on the floor,” he promised...

Hotel Room Fun

We went on an out of town family trip this past weekend to visit Jay's family. The usual lodging arrangements are that our son stays with his aunt in her little 2 bedroom home while Jay, our daughter and I stay in a hotel. This generally means there is absolutely no sex to be had during these weekends. Not so, on this trip!

As we were all departing one location to head to Jay's sister's house, she volunteered to just take both kids with her while Jay and I went to get checked into the hotel. She didn't have to tell us twice...we practically sprinted to our car to comply with her arrangements!

After getting checked in and up to our room, Jay told me that be expected me to be naked by the time he got back from returning the luggage cart. Not wanting to disappoint...I did just that, and lay spread out naked on the bed upon his return. Jay got equally naked, and we simply laid there in the cool hotel room for a bit, recovering from the day's journey which included a one hour gauntlet of allowing our 16 year old son to polish his driving skills. I needed a stiff drink after that, although he did just fine.

Eventually Jay reached over to begin stroking my body, pinching my nipples a bit, slapping my ass playfully. I commented that it was a shame we did not have any spanking implements with us. Jay simply rose from the bed, walked over to where his shorts where folded over a chair, and began to remove his belt.

"Ah, but that's where you are wrong," he said.

"Argh, not the belt," I groaned both dreading and excited about what I knew was about to happen.

He soon had me on all fours, my ass willingly displayed for him. He mercifully started out slow. Slapping lightly with the belt, mixing in a hard SLAP ever so often until I was begging for more.

The belt SMACKED down on my ass as I moand, swaying my hips.

"Yes, Daddy. Oh yes, please more, Daddy."

The SMACKS began to come harder and faster. I could feel the heat rising in my ass, the delicious stinging each time the belt found it's mark.

"Oh, it hurts Daddy. Mmmmm, it hurts," I moaned as I tried to raise up only to be shoved back down and told to "be a good girl for Daddy."

He reached around to pinch my nipples, his stiff cock rubbing against my heated ass. I thought he would turn me over and fuck me, but he wasn't quite yet finished with my discipline.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK...the sound of belt meeting flesh filled the hotel room as my breath came faster and harder in and out through my nostrils.

"Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Da...ddy," became my mantra repeated over and over again.

When he finally felt his job was completed, he flipped me over, pushed me towards the top of the bed and entered me.

My ass was on fire against the cool sheets as his cock slid easily in and out of my wet hole. I watched as my tits bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts. My finger found it's way down to my hard little clit as he continued to drive into me.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I moaned through clenched teeth as I clenched his cock in ectasy.

He soon followed me with his own pleasure, grunting and moaning as he emptied into me.

Shortly after this little episode, we showered, dressed and went over to his sister's house as if nothing had ever happened. I, however, had a constant reminder in my burning ass all night long. I was further reminded of our time together during the 3 hour ride home the next day sitting on my poor, little bruised bottom.

A Very Special Birthday

Today is my... gasp, dare I say it...40th BIRTHDAY! I will admit to being more than a little bothered by it. 30 was great for me. Jay and I were planning our wedding which was to take place in July, and I was perfectly fine with leaving my 20's behind. 40, however has been another story. I feel, well, old...grey hairs are cropping up all over my head, I'm pretty sure my eyes are starting to go as I find myself squinting at my work lately, and I'm starting to feel aches and pains I never felt before.

However, I have decided to just go with it. I mean really, it's just a number, and my body will age whether I like it or not, so I might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. I still have so many cool things ahead of me, and I'm not dead yet, ha,ha!

It has been really a wonderful birthday!! I'll go ahead with the part you are most interested in first...the sex!! The children spent the night with their grandparents last night. Jay and I had hoped to visit the aforementioned BDSM club as they were having some sort of demonstration and free play night, however Mother Nature came calling, and we decided it was best tabled for another time.

This did not, however, prevent us from watching a little porn together until I was good and worked up and ready to suck Jay's cock. We had the freedom to do this in the den in broad daylight even! I got naked for him, save for my sexy new black, patent leather heels, bent over him with one knee on the sofa so my breasts were in full view, and swaying for him while I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. I sucked and slurped for a while, then let him pump his cock for me as I licked and sucked his balls, until he began to make his "noise" which meant I had better get his cock in my mouth before he blew. He came hard and hot and yummy in my mouth as he pumped his hips at me, and shoved my head further down his shaft.

After this, we went upstairs so he could present my "naughty" birthday present which he had obained from our dear Shelly at Shelly's Toybox. It was a beautiful little black paddle with a heart shape cut out. I have been wanting one for ever so long. I'll provide you pics and a little mini review with my next toy review.

I had no idea, however, what a stinging whallop this little thing packed! Jay had me bend over the bed naked to take my birthday spanking. I was to count out each of my 40 licks by calling out, "1, Daddy...2, Daddy." I was delighted by this little game at first. However, the licks soon came harder and harder, and I realized that damn paddle wasn't as sweeet as it looked. As we came to 15 or so, I began to squirm away from him, dreading the next blow.

As we got to the mid 20's, Jay began to fuck with me. He would ask me, "How many was that, 20?" and I would call out, "NO! 25, Daddy!" He did this to me several times, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

When we got to 29 I called out, "29, Daddy. God, I wish I was 30!" I am pretty sure I heard him chuckle behind me.

By this time, the paddling was so intense, I could feel the heat rising from my bottom, and my body was actually covered in a light sheen of sweat as I struggled to endure the next 10 blows.

When we got to 39, I was so relieved. He smacked me good, and I called out, "40, that's 40 Daddy," rising up overjoyed only to be shoved back down and told, "You need one to grow on little girl." I groaned as I submitted my bottom for one more to grow on.

Jay then took the opportunity to play with the flogger in our child free home. That actually felt much more erotic and a little less painful than the paddle. I was writhing around on the bed, moaning for more as he flogged my bottom and back.

I do have some pictures of my nice, rosy bottom to share with you, however, I am just too damn lazy to download them from the camera right now. I think perhaps I will actually do an HNT this week and shared them with you.

I also got some really great presents for my birthday and Mother's Day. I got flowers sent to me at work on Friday from Jay and the kids. Today I received homemade gifts from both children...my daughter made a #1 Mom magnet with her picture in the middle, and my 16 year old son wrote about me in German which he read and translated for me. I also got a cool book about what was going on in the world the year I was born...1970. I also got a Wii Fit which I had told Jay I would like for my birthday.

However, by far my best present, was a twist of fate....in the right place at the wrong time sort of thing. We took one of our dogs to be groomed last Sunday. The pet adoption people were there as they are every weekend. Normally we will look and every now and then see a really cute dog, however, I am always in agreement with Jay that we already have 3 dogs and that is enough. This particular day, I find Jay holding the cutest damn chihuahua I have ever seen. I have always wanted a chihuahua, and have been bugging Jay about one for years. My daughter and I immediately fell in love with her. Long story short, it took my daughter and I about 24 hours to wear him down, but wear him down, we finally did!! I now have the cutest, sweetest, most lovable little girl chihuahua as my 40th birthday present!!