Month: October 2013

When a Sadist Dates a Little, A Typical Exchange

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(Please note that I have a safeword and if I truly was not comfortable with this, he’d totally respect that and refrain from doing it.)

Sir: I made a strap that’s like a mini paddle.
Me: It looks owie.
Me: Dun wanna.
Sir: I get to use it on you when I visit.
Me: Nuh uh! You can’t. No ouchies. Not allowed.
Sir: No whining or you’ll get it for sure.
Me: No!!!
Me: No no no.
Me: [My stuffie] says no.
Sir: I think I’ll strap you every day when I visit.
Sir: Build up your pain tolerance.
Me: Nooo! You can’t every day!
Sir: Start with 10 and then work up to 30.
Me: Nuh uh.
Sir: Sorry, kitten.
Sir: You know that my word goes.

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We were in his bed and I was sucking Sir’s cock. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. 

I nodded and moaned around his length. His fingers were laced into my hair and, with a quick tug, he pulled my mouth off of him. He took his cock into his hand and went to move me, but hesitated. With a grin, he shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Nevermind,” he explained, “I like the way you suck my cock too much. You’re going to do it some more.”

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herdirtylittleheart:

Dear Tumbl Buddies,

Today I reached a milestone here on my blog. A big one.

I want to thank you for being along for the ride, you make this so much fun. 

So here is a part of myself I’ve never shared with you before now…. my voice. 

My sexy husband is playing guitar, this is a snippet of a home recording we did together. 

With so much gratitude,

-Heart <3

Why Don’t You Do Right, written by Kansas Joe McCoy, performed by Her Dirty Little Heart and her Sexy Husband.

This confirms my suspicions that Heart has been Jessica Rabbit this whole time.

Just curious, if you are owned by craftsmate but have a daddy too, what if you get conflicting orders? What if your daddy wants you to cum but craftsmate forbids it?

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As Sir is my primary partner and my owner, so to speak, he’s kind of one rung up in terms of that sort of authority. 

But, the wonderful thing is that my Daddy essentially acknowledged Sir’s authority when entering into this dynamic with me. The fact that my Daddy was so respectful and from the start made the whole process so much easier and makes everything a lot more fun.

And, when all else fails, communication is key.

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During my visit, Sir informed me that he was working on something special for me. He had me hold up my hair and wrapped a strap of leather around my neck, making sure it would fit just right.

He’s told me in the past how seriously he takes collaring a submissive and how I wouldn’t get an actual collar for a good while, when we had been together for a long amount of time. But he had expressed that he wanted me to have a training collar.

After I took a nap on Saturday afternoon, he had finished it up. He had hand-dyed the leather, attached the necessary D-rings and buckles, even lined it with felt to make it comfortable for long wear.

Even if it’s just a training collar, I was so grateful that Sir made it himself. And I was so proud and happy to wear it and maybe if I get brave enough I’ll post a picture of it.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Six

About a week before I visited Sir, I had a tinychat. In that chat, somehow, I agreed to let Sir carry out one of his fantasies that had previously teetered between a hard and a soft limit. But, I wanted to let him try it and so I said I was game.

After we fucked, he brought me over to the shower and asked me if I still wanted to. I agreed and, nervously, squatted down on the floor of his shower.

“I can’t look.” I felt myself blushing and gazed away from him as he (oh god I can barely even write it) aimed. “Don’t do it on my face, okay?”

(Oh sheesh I can’t do this.)

(You guys get what happened right? Right? So I don’t have to say it, right?)

I squeezed my eyes shut and he pissed on my chest. 

After he had finished, he told me how proud he was and what a good girl I was for letting him mark me like that. And I was proud of myself, too, but I stumbled up to my feet and asked him to just turn the shower on. 

The entire time, he held me close, helped shampoo my hair, kissed my forehead over and over while I washed my body. I know he seems tough and he even admits he can be a “cruel bastard” sometimes (his words!). But, he can really be the sweetest and knows when to be gentle with me and always seems to know what I need.

And how he was in the shower was exactly what I needed after I’d been brave.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Five

After I came, he untied my hands and let me stretch my legs out while he continued to fuck me. As he did, he held onto my feet, told me how cute they were, bit the soles how he knows I like.

When he got close, he pulled out and stood over me. He grabbed one of my feet and put it against his cock, sliding it up and down his shaft. His eyes closed and he let out a contented exhale.

“Oh, you fucking pervert,” I teased. He smirked and bit his lip. “You’ve got a foot fetish, admit it.”

And maybe I’ll admit I like how much he likes it. It might just turn me on.

nankingdecade:

Sweetheart knows that nothing makes him harder than her tiny little feet.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Four

While I was still pouting and squirming, Sir grabbed his riding crop and strode back over to me. He rolled me over onto my stomach and eased my ass into the air.

“Aww, did you want to cum?” He teased as he started to beat my ass with the crop.

“Yes,” I whined.

He moved the crop over my thighs and feet. With relish, he delivered a series of sharp blows onto my cunt, a few even hitting straight on my clit. I squealed, sucking in deep breath between each smack and bracing myself to take the pain.

After he had successfully reddened my ass and made my pussylips sore and tender, Sir rolled me back over and slipped his cock deep inside of me.

“Beg me when you need to cum, girl,” he ordered.

It wasn’t long before I was begging.