Yesterday I greeted him with a kiss and he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He was so focused, I thought he had some sort of news to share. Until he locked the door and told me to pull down my pants and put my hands on the bed. Then I knew I had done something wrong. Or NOT done something. It was the damn overflowing ash tray outside that I kept forgetting to empty. It drives him crazy, and he had told me to take care of it but I kept forgetting. He whipped me for not knowing immediately what I had not done. Then he told me it was because of the ash tray and gave me another lash. Then he asked me if I'd gone on the treadmill. No. Lash.
Sigh.
It was swift and unexpected punishment. How do I feel about it? I don't know. I have the memory of a gold fish. I really do need to work on that, and he seems determined that I resolve that whole forgetting problem.
So, here we are another day. I am working on getting some packing done, as they are moving us to a new house in 9 days. I'm trying to do some work each day so that the move itself goes as smoothly as possible. I just hope I don't accumulate too many spankings during this transition.
Just can't seem to stay on top of things.
He's got a cold and I think I am getting it. I feel run down and my throat hurts. Aunt Flow came to visit, and I've developed a sudden sensitivity to both varieties of feminine products. WTF. My back hurts and I'm not quite as excited about the new house as I was initially.
In the words of Dorie, one of my favorite Disney characters: "Just keep swimming".
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Horny Wife/Sickly Husband
Daddy has a cold. :(
Slave is freaking horny.
Sitting up late waiting on my stupid learning team classmates to finish their part of our assignment. Drinking Corona and listening to music, and thinking about the wonderfully naughty things I would rather be doing right now. Such as:
1. Tied up. No sex required, just tie me up! The feeling of being restrained is SOOOO calming! Well, except when it is not meant to feel calming. But seriously, just bind my wrists and I bet I could be out like a light in about 2.5 seconds. Especially after a couple beers!
2. Fucked mercilessly. Bend me over, pull my hair, fuck me til you get yours, smack my ass... and let me snuggle up to you while we fall asleep. Bliss.
3. That thing you told me you would like to do to me... you know... where you fuck my tits and come in my mouth? Yeah, that. I've been thinking about that one all day... but too shy to ask for it. Especially since you aren't feeling well.
4. Did I mention tie me up???
5. Or, tie me down, spread eagle on the bed. Again, no sex required. :)
Anyhow.... I hope Daddy gets to feeling better soon. I want to crawl under the covers and put his dick in my mouth... but he does need his rest. Will I or won't I?
He brought home some work schematics from overseas. Well, that's what the folder is titled anyway. They are really some adult movies. I think I might check one out, since I'm up all by myself dying of horniness. But, if it's too vanilla I might gag. And of course, watching a porno will just make me even hornier.
I need a beating.
Also, I know he read my post about liking it when he spanked my pussy. He was doing it more. I felt embarrassed, but that's kind of dumb, because I KNEW he would read it. Anyhow, Don't Stop Doing It Daddy! I Like It! I just felt embarrassed because of your playful teasing about it. I love you.
Slave is freaking horny.
Sitting up late waiting on my stupid learning team classmates to finish their part of our assignment. Drinking Corona and listening to music, and thinking about the wonderfully naughty things I would rather be doing right now. Such as:
1. Tied up. No sex required, just tie me up! The feeling of being restrained is SOOOO calming! Well, except when it is not meant to feel calming. But seriously, just bind my wrists and I bet I could be out like a light in about 2.5 seconds. Especially after a couple beers!
2. Fucked mercilessly. Bend me over, pull my hair, fuck me til you get yours, smack my ass... and let me snuggle up to you while we fall asleep. Bliss.
3. That thing you told me you would like to do to me... you know... where you fuck my tits and come in my mouth? Yeah, that. I've been thinking about that one all day... but too shy to ask for it. Especially since you aren't feeling well.
4. Did I mention tie me up???
5. Or, tie me down, spread eagle on the bed. Again, no sex required. :)
Anyhow.... I hope Daddy gets to feeling better soon. I want to crawl under the covers and put his dick in my mouth... but he does need his rest. Will I or won't I?
He brought home some work schematics from overseas. Well, that's what the folder is titled anyway. They are really some adult movies. I think I might check one out, since I'm up all by myself dying of horniness. But, if it's too vanilla I might gag. And of course, watching a porno will just make me even hornier.
I need a beating.
Also, I know he read my post about liking it when he spanked my pussy. He was doing it more. I felt embarrassed, but that's kind of dumb, because I KNEW he would read it. Anyhow, Don't Stop Doing It Daddy! I Like It! I just felt embarrassed because of your playful teasing about it. I love you.
Friday, September 30, 2011
insert witty title
Daddy apologized to me the other day... He said that he was unfair in expecting me to meet his expectations when he wasn't being consistent with doling out punishment when I slacked. Well, that's basically what he said, I can't remember it verbatim. Anyway, I was touched. While I wasn't entirely sure that he even needed to apologize (it is as much my responsibility to do what's expected of me) he did make the point that as Daddy it's his job to be consistent with keeping me on the straight and narrow. It showed me that he has really been putting thought into how best to help me meet his needs as his slave.
Needless to say, he followed through. Yesterday I got punished for not turning the bed down after dinner, not being dressed (still in pjs) at lunchtime, not doing my hour of exercise, and copping an attitude with him. I am trying to figure out if subconsciously I was testing him by not doing those things, to see if he was going to follow through with his promise to be more consistent. Or if I was really just having an off day yesterday. Or what.
Whatever my reason for disobeying, he DID follow through. On my knees by the bed I got my lashes. And then I got to suck his dick. :) Later, after my shower he "inspected me". That phrase is still a little hard to adjust to, and it is a little embarrassing to lay on the bed and spread my legs so he can see how smooth I am. But... it feels Oh So Good. He is very, very good at eating-- er-- inspecting me. I didn't get to come yet though. That was a little later. He played with my pussy until I was crazy, and then said "Come". And I did. Two more times after that, he said the word and I obeyed. I really like that. To be able to come if and only if he says to do so... that's super erotic. Then, he slid inside and it felt sooo good. He likes it when I am so soaking wet. I just wish that our bed was a little different somehow, so that he could pound me as hard as he wants without it crashing loudly against the wall.
That's all for now...
Needless to say, he followed through. Yesterday I got punished for not turning the bed down after dinner, not being dressed (still in pjs) at lunchtime, not doing my hour of exercise, and copping an attitude with him. I am trying to figure out if subconsciously I was testing him by not doing those things, to see if he was going to follow through with his promise to be more consistent. Or if I was really just having an off day yesterday. Or what.
Whatever my reason for disobeying, he DID follow through. On my knees by the bed I got my lashes. And then I got to suck his dick. :) Later, after my shower he "inspected me". That phrase is still a little hard to adjust to, and it is a little embarrassing to lay on the bed and spread my legs so he can see how smooth I am. But... it feels Oh So Good. He is very, very good at eating-- er-- inspecting me. I didn't get to come yet though. That was a little later. He played with my pussy until I was crazy, and then said "Come". And I did. Two more times after that, he said the word and I obeyed. I really like that. To be able to come if and only if he says to do so... that's super erotic. Then, he slid inside and it felt sooo good. He likes it when I am so soaking wet. I just wish that our bed was a little different somehow, so that he could pound me as hard as he wants without it crashing loudly against the wall.
That's all for now...
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Lazy Bones
Dear Blog,
I will get back on track with you one of these days. I could lie and say that I have been so tremendously busy that I've been unable to take even five minutes to update you. But, that would be the most blatant lie ever. The truth is, I have been incredibly lazy about all things writing.
I've simply been enjoy my days, enjoying my Daddy. I have been trying to meet the daily requirements that Daddy has set for me. Some days I am doing pretty okay, which makes me feel amazing. Some days I am incredibly lazy and constantly tired, and on those days I barely (if at all) get everything done. Procrastination is my biggest weakness, and tends to bite me in the ass, because I procrastinate a task or chore, and then in the rush to get things done I end up forgetting something.
Daddy has been incredibly patient with me, and I know there have been times that it can't have been easy for him. I can get pretty awful sometimes.
On a side note, Daddy was giving me some nice spanks last night as we laid in bed. Whether it was intentional or not I don't know, but he ended up landing one squarely on my PuNaNi!
I liked it! It was an interesting sensation, and sort of reinforced the "I belong to him" feeling. I mean, he can spank my ass all day long, but that was new... and definitely reminded me that no part of me is mine. I am his.
I will get back on track with you one of these days. I could lie and say that I have been so tremendously busy that I've been unable to take even five minutes to update you. But, that would be the most blatant lie ever. The truth is, I have been incredibly lazy about all things writing.
I've simply been enjoy my days, enjoying my Daddy. I have been trying to meet the daily requirements that Daddy has set for me. Some days I am doing pretty okay, which makes me feel amazing. Some days I am incredibly lazy and constantly tired, and on those days I barely (if at all) get everything done. Procrastination is my biggest weakness, and tends to bite me in the ass, because I procrastinate a task or chore, and then in the rush to get things done I end up forgetting something.
Daddy has been incredibly patient with me, and I know there have been times that it can't have been easy for him. I can get pretty awful sometimes.
On a side note, Daddy was giving me some nice spanks last night as we laid in bed. Whether it was intentional or not I don't know, but he ended up landing one squarely on my PuNaNi!
I liked it! It was an interesting sensation, and sort of reinforced the "I belong to him" feeling. I mean, he can spank my ass all day long, but that was new... and definitely reminded me that no part of me is mine. I am his.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Careful what you wish for.
Daddy says that a lot: Be careful what you wish for.
While he was deployed, Daddy wrote me one letter every week. Today, I got the last letter that he wrote before leaving over there. There was an... interesting... "PS" to the letter. Remember the "Day of Atonement" I referred to in a previous post? Yeah. Well. That's today. In approximately 8 hours.
P.S. The day you receive this letter it is time for your day of atonement. Your assignment is to have the handcuffs and wire (the most awful no fun to get beat with thing ever) laid out on the bed while you are in position 6 (laying stretched out on my stomach) . You will have your hair in one braid.... tie a white ribbon at the end of it... this will signify you got this letter.
So, I am incredibly nervous... it won't be fun. It's overdue punishment, and I've been racking them up. Both while he was gone and now that he's home. Smart ass huffing and puffing, and snarky little "I don't care"... damn I'm kicking myself right now! Why oh why is it sooooo hard to be just be GOOD??
While he was deployed, Daddy wrote me one letter every week. Today, I got the last letter that he wrote before leaving over there. There was an... interesting... "PS" to the letter. Remember the "Day of Atonement" I referred to in a previous post? Yeah. Well. That's today. In approximately 8 hours.
P.S. The day you receive this letter it is time for your day of atonement. Your assignment is to have the handcuffs and wire (the most awful no fun to get beat with thing ever) laid out on the bed while you are in position 6 (laying stretched out on my stomach) . You will have your hair in one braid.... tie a white ribbon at the end of it... this will signify you got this letter.
So, I am incredibly nervous... it won't be fun. It's overdue punishment, and I've been racking them up. Both while he was gone and now that he's home. Smart ass huffing and puffing, and snarky little "I don't care"... damn I'm kicking myself right now! Why oh why is it sooooo hard to be just be GOOD??
Friday, September 9, 2011
*hinthintCOUGHCOUGHhinthint*
New toys... Haven't tried them out yet. I sure hope Daddy decides he wants to tie me up and beat me very, very soon.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Good bitch.
Hearing the words "Good Bitch" when I have submitted to something particularly challenging (i.e. painful) sent a shudder through me. Pair that with "Good Girl" and you've got one tamed slave.
Things have been pleasantly hectic since Daddy came home, full of fun outings and a delightful amount of pampering/spoiling. We did have one intense encounter, though.
I had been instructed to purchase an entire new wardrobe. Every woman's dream, right? Well, I *thought* I was ready for this. I *thought* I was ready to transition from a jeans, t-shirt, no maintenance kind of girl into a more feminine, chic, elegant woman. I had done loads of research about how to build a functional yet sophisticated wardrobe, along with studies about which of the new fall trends I could tolerate well enough to incorporate into said new look.
And then, the mental collapse and tearful conversation right in the middle of a store. To sum it up, I discovered that my mild self confidence issues were actually a little more deep seated in my mind. I apparently have self-worth issues. Basically, I have a hard time believing that I am worth quality. I've always randomly bought clothes that were ridiculously cheap, or received second hand cast offs from other people. So, I had a really hard time buying myself so many new things. For me, in my mind, I felt that I could buy a really versatile nice shirt of good quality that would last for a long time, or I could buy 3 cheap ass shirts for the same price.
Long story short, I was able to edge past this mental barrier somewhat. And as I slowly built my new look, it became a little easier. And I think that the entire process actually Helped my with my confidence, self worth issues. I know it is not an instant fix, but I think that I have taken the first step to acknowledge that I am not so bad of a person. That I deserve to look nice.
The icing on the cake was that as my reward for enduring and overcoming the shopping challenge, I wanted to get a new quality purse. I love purses, and a particular designer has been hugely appealing to me: Kathy van Zeeland. So, at the end, I was able to get a really nice, flexible purse by said designer. And the best part? It was on SALE! I got a $100 purse for about $40. Which showed me that I CAN have nice things and a reasonable price.
I don't know if Daddy really understood how hard this was for me or not. I tried to explain it, and I think he got it. I don't know if anyone can really understand what it's like to live most of your life feeling pretty worthless, only to have this amazing person in your life convince you that you are, in fact, priceless.
My only hope is that he hasn't created a shopping monster! ;)
Things have been pleasantly hectic since Daddy came home, full of fun outings and a delightful amount of pampering/spoiling. We did have one intense encounter, though.
I had been instructed to purchase an entire new wardrobe. Every woman's dream, right? Well, I *thought* I was ready for this. I *thought* I was ready to transition from a jeans, t-shirt, no maintenance kind of girl into a more feminine, chic, elegant woman. I had done loads of research about how to build a functional yet sophisticated wardrobe, along with studies about which of the new fall trends I could tolerate well enough to incorporate into said new look.
And then, the mental collapse and tearful conversation right in the middle of a store. To sum it up, I discovered that my mild self confidence issues were actually a little more deep seated in my mind. I apparently have self-worth issues. Basically, I have a hard time believing that I am worth quality. I've always randomly bought clothes that were ridiculously cheap, or received second hand cast offs from other people. So, I had a really hard time buying myself so many new things. For me, in my mind, I felt that I could buy a really versatile nice shirt of good quality that would last for a long time, or I could buy 3 cheap ass shirts for the same price.
Long story short, I was able to edge past this mental barrier somewhat. And as I slowly built my new look, it became a little easier. And I think that the entire process actually Helped my with my confidence, self worth issues. I know it is not an instant fix, but I think that I have taken the first step to acknowledge that I am not so bad of a person. That I deserve to look nice.
The icing on the cake was that as my reward for enduring and overcoming the shopping challenge, I wanted to get a new quality purse. I love purses, and a particular designer has been hugely appealing to me: Kathy van Zeeland. So, at the end, I was able to get a really nice, flexible purse by said designer. And the best part? It was on SALE! I got a $100 purse for about $40. Which showed me that I CAN have nice things and a reasonable price.
I don't know if Daddy really understood how hard this was for me or not. I tried to explain it, and I think he got it. I don't know if anyone can really understand what it's like to live most of your life feeling pretty worthless, only to have this amazing person in your life convince you that you are, in fact, priceless.
My only hope is that he hasn't created a shopping monster! ;)
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