A story for Daddy

{ December 2, 2008 @ 11:06 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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The door clicked behind her and she was finally home. She dropped her coat and bags and went to the bedroom to change. Off came the office clothes and lacy underwear, on came the collar. It was a little chilly in the house so she went to her dresser for something to slip on, but then saw a handwritten note stuck to the mirror. It simply said “I want you to be naked and knelt tonight” and it was signed Daddy. She noticed then that all the blinds and curtains had been drawn, and she was free to roam naked through the house, but only for as long as her Daddy was away, then she would have to be kneeling on the floor for his arrival.

She used the remaining time to throw something in the oven to slow cook, turn the heating up, and have a quick shower. She was careful to go over her already shaven pussy and legs again, so they would be as smooth as possible for Daddy. It was nearly time for him to come home; she positioned herself on her knees in front of the door and waited. She wondered what sort of mood he would be in when he arrived, maybe he would just need her quiet obedience, maybe he would need to take out the stress of the day on someone, or maybe he would just like some steamy passionate sex.

After a short wait she heard a key turning in the door, Daddy came in with a gust of cool evening air and shut the door behind him. She looked up and smiled, happy to see him home with her again, but he didn’t smile back. He just instructed her to look down and stay where she was.

Daddy took off his coat and hung it up and walked into the living room and out of sight. She heard him lay his case on the table, unzip it and remove something metallic that jingled slightly. He returned to the hall to stand in front of her, she kept her eyes looking straight down. The familiar sound of a zipper opening could be heard and once Daddy had freed his cock from his pants, he reached for the back of her hair tilted her head up and their eyes met. “Suck Daddy’s cock” was all he said to her, in a tone that made her tremble slightly.

… continue reading this entry.

Rules recap

{ August 18, 2007 @ 12:55 pm } · { Rules }
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Need to write these down because I’m starting to forget them:

1) No more than five drinks in an evening

2) Must be awake by 10am on weekends

3) No underwear to be worn in the house. Bottom half shouldn’t be covered unless impractical to do so. Then I can wear Osiris’ shorts or something else if they are in the wash.

4) Weekdays in bed by midnight

5) No masturbation without permission (for the time being)

Will try and keep these updated as they change.

So I was asked to write some smut..

{ August 9, 2007 @ 8:00 pm } · { Anal, Fantasies, Osiris, Sex, Spanking, Submission }
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I’ve written a few fantasies for Osiris in the past and he asked me to write him something today. I could write about whatever I wanted and include whichever people or props I fancy.

We have spoken before about our thoughts on other people being present during, or participating in our love making. Neither of us are completely opposed to the idea, but I’m not convinced it would ever work other than in fantasy. For me I think there would have to be so many details that were just right, and all have to come together at the same time and place, so I don’t think it’s very likely to materialise. I know Osiris would like to see me with a girl, or even better, have us both. He isn’t 100% sold on the idea of a guy joining us, although he seems to like the idea of a guy watching us. I’m not that sure I could bring myself to have sex with a girl, even though the strange thing is I used to have nothing but lesbian fantasies all the time, most of my life in fact. Then almost about a year ago I decided I was parting ways with my vanilla relationship and not going back to another. It sounds as cheesy as hell but I really did have a sexual awakening. I decided that my kinky side shouldn’t necessarily something to be ashamed of or surpressed for any longer. Why should I have to go through life feeling unsatisfied with my love life? So I sought out others like me, I found that I wasn’t alone, I saw that perhaps I could find a mate who wasn’t scared to let that side of him out and embrace it, and revel in it, and live what I’d only ever dreamed.

Since then, I don’t think about women a lot. I’m really into men at the moment, dominant ones, well.. sorry Osiris, a dominant one! I don’t know if my bi-curiosity will ever reappear, perhaps it will, if I can ever get over the eewness factor of touching another woman’s vagina. For now I will just stick to what I love, cock.

So for the first time ever, I will write about me and two men, and another first; I will post one of my fantasies on my blog, for Osiris and everyone else to enjoy. If you actually get off on any of this stuff, I’d be curious to know :)

Story is after the click. … continue reading this entry.

The VIP’s Entrance

{ June 25, 2007 @ 10:41 pm } · { Anal, Osiris, Sex }
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I’d rather call it my “VIP’s Entrance” than my “Tradesman’s Entrance” since that would imply I’d let any Tom, Dick or Harry (or actually just Dicks) into mine. I’m referring to my anus of course, for want of a blunter word.

I’ve only ever known one man to say he wasn’t into anal sex. Funnily enough, that was Osiris, but he hadn’t tried it at the time. I can only presume he changed his mind between then and now because he did annouce the other night that he was “Obsessed with anal sex”. I really couldn’t disagree.

So most/all? men love anal sex, and why wouldn’t they? It’s warm, it’s tight, they are in you, they are having you. I doubt that it’s as common for those on the receiving end to be so vocal in their praise of their arses getting pounded sore. There’s even plenty of gay men who won’t take it up the arse, and that’s saying something.

I suppose I should point out that I don’t think it has to be an unpleasant experience to be butt-fucked, but personally I never know how it’s going to go, so there’s always some apprehension. Relaxation is really crucial, foreplay is crucial, and a tonne of lube is paramount. Sometimes though, even if you have all those things it’s still uncomfortable anyway and you might not be able to carry on with it. Osiris and I have had a couple of sucessful attempts but also a couple of unsucessful attempts. He hasn’t managed to cum up there since he doesn’t dare go that hard yet, but we will get the hang of it. We’ve only ever done it with me bent over but next time we’ll try it with me on my back so he can watch my face while he fucks me in my not-so-holiest of holies. … continue reading this entry.

Stevie’s Spanking, kinky music from Frank Zappa

{ June 22, 2007 @ 7:47 pm } · { Spanking, This n that }
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Osiris just brought this song to my attention, it’s Frank Zappa playing a song called Stevie’s Spanking. Lyrics posted below.

Stevie’s Spanking

His name is Stevie Vai
And he’s a crazy guy
Last November, I recall,
He needed a spanking

He decided then
A female specimen
Would be excitin’ for a night
To give him a spanking

Laurel was her name
She came to Notre Dame
He told me just the other day
He oughta be thanking
Her for the spanking

She was large and soft
And she beat him off
Made him drool upon his dork
And gave him a wanking
After the spanking

Hair brush!
Oh! What a hair brush!
(Its not that he requires grooming!
Guys with light blue hair never do!)

Then she did explain:
There’s another game
That we can play with this device,
And then a banana!

It was slightly green
Vapors in between
Rising up to fill the room
And cook the banana

She said it was dry
Stevie won’t you try
To drool a little drool on it
And grease the banana

Later in the dawn
Laurel carried on
She got right up and dressed herself and
Ate the banana

Update on rules and punishments

{ June 22, 2007 @ 12:15 am } · { Osiris, Punishment, Rules, Submission }
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Again, it’s been a while. I think I my problem is that I feel the need to write too much about a certain topic and then it’s a bit over facing and I either get writers block, or I just have too many thoughts that they get all jumbled and I can’t separate them all into one post. Maybe I will just try to write a little every day, even if it’s mundane at least I will keep this blog alive, and I definitely do want to, since it’s helping me to record such a special time in my life.

Anyway, since last time, I reported that I had a few restrictions on what I can wear around the house and to bed. I found that I really loved taking off my undies and throwing a skirt and vest on when I got home, so very comfortable and free, and of course very saucy! Osiris came for another visit and actually neither of us wore very much for the entire week, but during colder moments I would put my skirt on and we would cuddle up together. Osiris would lift my skirt, uncovering my bare bottom to the air in the room and I would lie there wallowing in that lovely feeling of being exposed. He was able to stroke and slap and squease as often as he wanted, and believe me it was often. After he left I would find myself lying on the sofa, watching tv or talking to him and I would let my skirt rise up to recreate that feeling, delicious!

… continue reading this entry.

Abiding by the rules

{ March 31, 2007 @ 3:09 pm } · { Osiris, Rules, Submission }
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I sit here writing this entry, with no underwear on. Why? It’s because Master decrees that I shouldn’t wear underwear in the house unless he tells me to. This is a rule I must obey, so every day I put underwear on to go out, and when I return home they I take them off again. The rule only actually applied to my knickers, but since today it applies to my bra too.

When I come home and go into my bedroom to change, I take off my pants and then knickers. Standing there for a moment with everything exposed I know I’m doing it to please my master, and it makes me feel at one with him even though he isn’t here. At least he knows when he next gets here I my body will be easily accessible to him. … continue reading this entry.

Baring all and being his

{ March 31, 2007 @ 2:14 pm } · { Fear is mine, Love, Osiris, Submission }
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Osiris knew that I had a blog, but he didn’t have the URL. I didn’t want to let him see it first; I just wasn’t ready to give him that many of my personal thoughts all in one go.  He did playfully try and spank me into telling him; which I of course have to admit I enjoyed thoroughly, but I think we both knew he’d never get it out of me that way unless he applied much more force than was necessary (or fair), and at that time it wouldn’t have been pleasurable for either of us.

I didn’t want to let him read it right a the start, because I was scared of baring all to him. Some of my most intimate thoughts fill this blog, but the words I’ve wrote are written for only myself and an anonymous audience. If I handed the URL over to him I would suddenly have to take responsibility for those words I’d only dared write within the safety of the net’s anonymity.

Maybe he would think I was too much. Maybe would think my tastes were too extreme or I wanted much more than he was willing to give. Maybe he would reject me?

I guess everyone goes through a trust barrier with a new partner at some point, vanillas and kinksters alike. The trigger for me and Osiris was having a series of conversations specifically about our attitude towards the way our relationship leaning in a little more alternative direction to what most would consider the norm. It’s a hard thing to talk about when it’s something neither of you have experienced before, but we did it anyway, and with some pleasing results. … continue reading this entry.

A noobie’s guide to watersports

{ March 19, 2007 @ 10:05 pm } · { Osiris, Sex, Watersports }
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“I don’t know which it is” he said.

“There’s no way you can pee when you’re that aroused, it’s impossible”. I was quite sure that was true as well.

“It feels a bit like it though, dunno, I can’t be sure”.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter, just relax and let it come”.

“Hmm…. whatever it is, you’re taking it”,  he was absolutely serious.

“Okay” I said, smiling up at him feeling equally apprehensive and excited.

We hadn’t spoken extensively about watersports before that day. He knew I found the idea quite a turn on, and although he said he would be up for trying it out with me on day, I always presumed that day would be a long time coming since he wasn’t really that blown away by the idea of pissing on me.

 Yet there I was on my knees sucking, licking and wanking him off, not quite knowing whether he was going to come in my mouth or piss in it. It was both a nerve wracking and thrilling experience. I have never tasted pee before, and I didn’t know how I would react if it happened. I’d not yet decided if I would let it in my mouth when the time came, but now he, who was supposed to be the one who wasn’t really into it, seemed to be suggesting I had to swallow, and had taken the decision away from me.  … continue reading this entry.

Being together again

{ March 15, 2007 @ 6:43 am } · { Love, Osiris, Uncategorized }
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It’s been a while, I know, I know, I have slapped my own wrists for not writing though, so don’t worry.

Actually I’ve been a bit stuck for a topic, so much seems to be developing in life and love and I rarely get the chance to just sit down and think about one single thing, never mind write about it. Every day is different to the next and every day something new occupies my mind. My thoughts are often in a flurry.

Let me try and recap the last few weeks a little.

No doubt, for me and Osiris the highlight of last month was meeting up together again in the city he lives in.

It was only the second time we had met each other in person, and to me felt very different from the first encounter. The first time we ever met, he came to see me. Well actually we came to see each other because I had to drive 200km to pick him up from the airport in the capitol, and we stayed there over night, so we were both sort of on neutral ground.

The long drive there made sure I had something to concentrate on other than my nerves, but it didn’t take away the natural feelings you get when you are meeting someone who you have never met before but despite that, have already developed feelings for. Would we find each other attractive? Would we even recognise each other? Would he be as talkative in real life? Would we click straight away or spend the whole day giggling nervously at each other, wondering what to say? … continue reading this entry.

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