Plugged

I must say it's been almost a year since I've had anything up my butt. We played with plugs in the past, and experimented with anal sex a couple of times, but since things have been shaky it has been mostly regular sex for us - read: spankings and pussy sex. 

Last night I was feeling particularly horny thanks to Tumblr, so when BIKSS came over I had already been simmering for an hour or so thanks to a clit clip and some nipple jewellery. 

   

Like this... only mine has no dangling jewels

He touched me, licked me, spanked me, fingered me and then suggested we wear our plugs. 

HURRAY! Yes, BOTH of us. He likes it too, lucky me. 

And then we fucked. And he came. 3 times in half an hour. 

So it was either he was super horny from all the text messages and erotic pics I'd been sending him (some of myself, some off the net) or he REALLY REALLY likes wearing a plug too :)

And now I am officially de-hornified. Good thing too, cos he'll be gone for a bit on a business trip. 

What do you think? What gets your significant other totally horny? Leave a comment :)

Asking for Help

So since the relationship has changed I've found myself reclaiming my independence (read: saying what I want when I want with little regard for Daddy's feelings).

But I've always felt awful about it. After it. 

I've been wanting to get back our dynamic for a bit, and I think I've managed to reconcile this in my brain especially over the last few weeks. 

So it was time I said it - which I did. And BIKSS is on board too. 

The DD/lg is back. The gf/bf thing, not. Can it work? We'll see. I think it's all about tempering expectations. 

But that said, I did also ask him for one more thing - to remind me *gently* (of course) when I start being impatient / short / rude. 

He hasn't been, and that's just cos he's been respecting my need for space. And also we've needed (ok, *I've* needed) to figure out what I will take from him. 

The result has been me shooting my mouth off, him not saying anything about it (unlike before when we were together properly) and then me feeling bad when I think about it or reflect on the day's events, and then having to decide if I should apologise or just sweep it under the rug. 

This self-correction lark is overrated. I do it as a responsible adult all the time, when interacting with other people, the last thing I wanna do is have to fret about it with him too. 

So it's been settled. I asked. He agreed. That if and when I should get testy he should stop me and gently remind me to "say that again, but nicely this time". And if I get riled up at being called out then he should just remind me that it was my idea in the first place. 

And cos I'm the way I am, it's unlikely I'll argue with logic. 

Happy Easter

Just wanted to wish everyone out there a Happy Easter!!

And for the spankos...

...and after a nice Easter spanking, try some soothing honey!

Reconnecting

Over the last two nights I had the house to myself, and as it turns out, BIKSS was available too. So he popped over for an hour before we went out walking. The exercise MUST go on! 

The first night it felt almost like I was on a first date. Tentative. It had been so long since I cuddled up to him and let my inner little out in full force that I didn't know if I would be comfortable with it. 

Sure, when we went out and had our mini spanking sessions before there might have been some vestiges of kink, but I've been missing the full-blown DD/lg feeling. 

So it was a nice surprise when he asked for me to be topless and waiting in the bedroom for him to arrive. My nipples were grateful for the attention his mouth afforded. I asked him if he had time to spank me, and he obliged. A serious warm-up by hand was followed by many many many strokes of my favourite cane. It hurt. And I learned the art of not flinching - by tensing up muscles in other parts of my body each time a whoosh made contact with my butt!

He's now convinced I can handle torture! LOL. But because I was being so good and not twitching at all, he continued on for way longer than he used to before. The result is a nice bruise on the bottom of my left cheek!

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At last night's session there was definitely a stronger sense of our DD/lg-ness, I think. I had been regaling him with talk of all things sex / kink / spanking throughout the day via text, and the new Tumblr I set up has been totally useful - if one considers keeping me horny useful, that is. 

So BIKSS texted to say what time he'd be over, and "Christmas paddle at the ready, I believe"...

I wore my spanking chemise, which has been stuffed in the back of my wardrobe for way too long, and got into bed to fidget with my phone while I waited. 

And then THIS exchange followed:

It's been a long time since any kink has been seen outside the bedroom, and definitely not of the verbal / text kind. Mostly we had settled into just kinky sex - grabbing my hair, choking, that sort of thing. Physical kink.

Truth be told, I think the relationship had been tenuous for a little while and neither of us was inclined to put it to the test. 

[I checked with him later, if he DID mean it as a *hint* for me to get into position, or was it just him being dense and not realising he had already asked me once... because when I saw the question being repeated my first reaction (in my head) was "didn't I just reply him? I'm in bed watching videos..."

And then it hit me. Oh. And so you see? The Daddy voice isn't something that's too common around these parts anymore... and I do so miss it. ]

Well, so I got into position (presenting) on the bed with the Christmas paddle at the ready. He arrived and approved. And I got my warm-up hand spanks, tho' not as long as the day before. Then the paddle was painfully applied to my mostly skin-and-bones butt. We had a rather fun time assessing (no pun intended!) my bottom, with BIKSS using his hand to point out to me by touch where there was some meat, and where there was absolutely nothing left for him to smack at. 

In the end he had me lie on my stomach so there was more flesh to paddle. *Moan* Who knew losing weight would be bad for spanks?? I sure didn't. 

I was wet and aching for his finger to wander - he didn't disappoint. Leaving his hand still and pressed up against my clit he instructed me to move against him. I ground my hips and rocked myself on his fingers while he said some yummy things in my ear. 

When I asked for Roger he knelt beside me (I was still lying on my front) and let me suck on him a bit before he lay on his back and pulled me between his legs. Some serious cock-worshipping ensued - the one thing that has never disappeared from our bedroom sessions - but he was a little bit more in control this time, deciding the pace and depth of Roger's pumping into my mouth. 

Then back on my front I went as he climbed on top of me and fucked me from behind, his hands over mine, fingers interlocked; I could feel the heat coming off his body as his hips ground into mine, cock buried deep and filling me in a way I'd been craving for a long long time. It's not that we haven't been having sex, it's that we hadn't been having *this* kind of sex. 

And I think we're gonna be alright. I think we've found a way to have what we had before. I know I can't/won't/don't want to be in little girl mode all the time, but it's nice to know we can slip back into our DD/lg dynamic when the opportunity presents itself. 

Almost A Year

I've missed Blogland. I've missed my blogland friends. I've missed reading blogs. 

But the time I gave myself to be away from all this was very much needed. 

Over the last year BIKSS and I managed to sort out what our D/s meant to us, what it still does, how we would go on, and what would or wouldn't work for us. 

Reading my last post, I'm pleased to announce nothing much has changed since then, in terms of defining us. 

But we've done a ton of talking and a ton of probing (both ourselves and each other) and I think I'm ready to say I'm comfortable again. Comfortable with where we are, and what we are to each other. 

We've been walking for exercise together a lot, since there isn't much opportunity to get up to much kinky sexy business at home now that I want to keep our relationship away from questioning room-mates. 

The plus side to that is we've lost some weight, both of us, and are feeling rather good about ourselves, body-image-wise. 

When time and occasion permit, we do still get up to kinky business. Not often, but enough. 

In a fit of clearing and culling and decluttering I've thrown out most of our toys, leaving behind only the favourite canes, Christmas paddle and back-scratcher - although I might have saved that for more practical purposes.

There is no mention of anyone loving anyone, although just because it isn't said doesn't mean it isn't felt. But saying it would be too real, too involved, and make me want MORE. So I've told him I won't be using the L word. 

I do still cuddle up into him after sex, after a spanking, and just whenever I'm feeling little. Which isn't too much now that I'm consciously reminding myself often that I really must fend for myself and can't depend on having a Daddy around for the day-to-days. 

Having said that, he has been making special effort to help out with non-kink needs, something I'm truly grateful for. 

The bottom line is that my bottom is smaller thanks to the weight loss, the spankings are more painful thanks to the smaller bottom and reduced frequency, our DD/lg dynamic is still in place in the bedroom, and outside of that we're just happy to be back to workout buddies and the closest of friends.