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(BIKSS is on a business trip and I'm off on a vacay with a girlfriend. Catch you folks next week!)

A Story from BIKSS (Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here

She waited as I seated myself on the edge of the bed. When I was settled she crawled back onto it and over my lap. 

As she got comfortable, and I started stroking her ass cheeks in preparation, I said, "Just relax and let Daddy spank all that tension away little one. All you have to do is breathe."

I started slow, with caresses and gentle kneading. The first smack was hard enough to elicit a gasp. I followed that one with a series of lighter but quick smacks. She squirmed and I could hear soft moans from her, her eyes closed.

I slowed down but increased the intensity of the smacks. I could feel her try to pull away at them but she made me proud and stayed where she was, taking the pain. I placed the palm of my free hand beside her head and she buried her face into it.

When her ass was nice and red and the warmth had spread over both her cheeks, I stopped. The spanking and her wriggling on my knees were starting to make it difficult for me to focus and after one last smack I spread her ass cheeks, running my fingers down between the crack to feel her pussy.   

I played with her, spreading her lips, and slid my finger down her very wet slit. I pushed a finger into her and felt her clench. Her moans were loud in the quiet of the room.

I reached for the dildo that I had left lying on the side table. I placed it at her pussy, easing the tip in between the folds of her lips. She was wet but her tight pussy wasn't letting anyone in without a fight.

I worked it in slowly, eventually getting deep enough to begin a slow pumping motion. She had, by now, started to push back against the dildo each time it was pushed into her.

I turned on the vibrator in the dildo, surprising her, and pulled it out of her pussy. I placed it on the bed and told her, "Lower yourself down onto it. I want it touching your clit."

I eased out of the way a little and pushed her body down onto the mattress, watching as her butt cheeks clenched, while she pushed against the vibrations.

I got into bed beside her. Spreading her ass cheeks, my fingers reached between her legs before slowly making their way down to tease her pussy lips. A low whine escaped her.

“You like that don’t you?” I asked, spreading her lips wider, releasing them, then opening them again. I crawled on top of her and slid my cock down between her thighs, looking for her warm pussy, feeling the thrum of the vibrator through her thighs as she raised her bum for me.

I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, easing in slightly then pulling out as she pushed back into me.

I leaned down to her ear, “Would you like me to fuck you quickly or slowly?” Before she could answer I pushed into her, her lips parting to receive me. She moaned, eyes closing.

Our bodies moved in unison with her pushing up to allow me better access, the warmth of her depths inviting me ever deeper as I enjoyed the pleasurable sensations only a tight, warm pussy can offer.  

I held the back of her neck and pushed her head down against the mattress.  I leaned my head down and spoke beside her ear, “Tell me what you need little one.”

My body pressed hers down into the mattress at every thrust. Her moans were muffled and she began to wriggle under me. “Harder Daddy, please!” she whimpered, the first words of the evening.

I smiled at her disobedience and whispered in her ear. "Shhh, stop moving." She managed it, if only for all of 15 seconds.

I could feel my orgasm building and decided I needed to do something about it.

I got up and pulled her off the bed, pushing her to her knees in front of me. Her hands reached back automatically as she clasped them behind her back.

"My little girl is going to give Daddy one of her special ‘little’ blowjobs isn't she?" She nodded and opened her mouth expectantly.

I held the back of her head and pulled her towards my cock, watching as she engulfed me, her tongue sliding along my length as I pulled her in till she started to gag. Her eyes teared up but still she looked up at me, ever the brave little girl.

I started to fuck her mouth, pulling out and pushing in quickly, stopping occasionally at the deeper thrusts, making her gag, but still she stayed on, not struggling to pull away.

I could feel her nipples, hard against my thighs, points pushing against my flesh. As I fucked her face I gripped her hair, pulling her closer, her tongue fondling me in her mouth. My hand guided her head up and down over my cock.

"Daddy's little girl likes it when Daddy fucks her face, doesn’t she? She likes it when daddy pushes hard and makes her gag.” She looked up at me and nodded, a nod being all she could manage.

“You haven’t answered me… You like this, don’t you?” I asked again.

She moaned and closed her eyes, concentrating on the motion of her head on my hardness. A hand came up from behind her back and she added stroking to her already expert range of oral gymnastics.

As I continued guiding her head over my length, an over-estimated pull-back left her mouth vacant for a moment. She took that opportunity to look up at me, eyes hopeful.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, knowing she was dying to speak.

“Will Daddy cum on my face, please?” she managed quickly, before I shoved myself back in her mouth.

I smiled as I continued to thrust into her until my orgasm started to build again and I knew I wasn't going to last so I pulled her off my cock and turned her face up to receive my spunk. I finished myself off and as I came I watched her - her eyes closed, her features relaxed, receiving her long awaited reward for being such a good little girl. A smile flitted briefly across her face, then it was gone and I found myself wondering what she had been thinking.

I reached down and lifted her to her feet, then turned and lay down on the bed with her beside me. My drained cock lay on my thigh, threads of cum still glistening on my skin.

"Be a good girl and clean Daddy up, will you," I said to her as I stroked her face.

"Yes Daddy," she said, then got to her knees to lick the remaining cum off my thighs.

When she was done she settled beside me again, her cheeks still slippery with tears, spit and cum.

I stroked her face, looking in her eyes, seemingly oblivious to the mess that coated her skin, "Good girl. Daddy loves you."

Her smile was all the reward I needed. 

A Story from BIKSS (Part 1)

I sat on the sofa and watched her move around the living room. At every turn she avoided my eyes, studiously ignoring my presence.

I got up and stepped close to her, her back to me. I was so close that I could smell the trace of her perfume, faint after a day at work. I reached out and placed my left hand on her neck, sliding it to the front, around her throat, and pulled her gently to me.

She didn’t struggle but instead let herself be pulled into my body, my free arm snaking around to grasp her tightly to me.

A slight shudder went through her before she relaxed and leaned back against me of her own volition.

I turned her around to face me, keeping my hand around her neck, forcing her to look up at me.

Her breath was quick, shallow; her pupils dilated. She had been silent throughout and I intended for it to remain so. “You may not speak.  You will only be permitted moans, no other sounds. Is that understood?” I asked, watching her closely.

She opened her mouth to answer, then, remembering my command, nodded instead.

“Good,” I smiled and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Now, I’d like to see you on the bed, presenting, but take off your clothes before you go," I said, stepping back so as to give her enough space to strip.

She unbuttoned her blouse, and unzipped her skirt, letting them fall in a puddle at her feet before she stepped over the fallen items of clothing. She hesitated then turned away to undo her bra.

“Face me when you do that,” I told her.

She turned back to face me and slowly reached behind to complete the task.  

 She covered her breasts with her forearm as she let her bra fall to the floor.

"Put it down," I said, one brow raised, finger pointing at the offending limb across her chest. 

She lowered her arm reluctantly, exposing her nipples to me for the first time that evening. 

I stepped forward to stroke her neck and shoulder, now bare of cloth. I cupped her breasts as she looked at me, her nipples already hard in excitement. My thumbs raked against her nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. The pain of my nails against her sensitive protrusions forced her to close her eyes.  When she opened them, they were glazed and her breathing was ragged.

A sound, almost like a rough purr, came from her throat. 

As I looked into her eyes, daring her to look away, I asked, "You're wet, aren't you? Probably dripping wet, just waiting for me to touch you.” 

She shook her head, tearing her gaze away from me. 

A smile crossed my face, "I say you are and you'll prove it." I stepped back and placed my hand on her stomach. "Take it and move it between your legs. I want to feel your pussy." I could feel the speeding up of the rise and fall of her breathing on her belly. 

She took my hand and slid it slowly down, past her mons, then between her thighs, spreading her legs slightly to give us access. Her wetness was evident, even through the fabric of her panties. 

"Good girl, I expected nothing less," I said, smiling at her. "Now get in the room, take your panties off and assume the position."

She hesitated, but only for a few seconds, then turned and walked into the room. 

I watched her from where I was standing as she stood facing me; she placed her thumbs on the garters of her panties, and pulled them down. 

She now stood totally naked, under my gaze. She crawled onto the bed and knelt on the mattress facing away from me, adjusting herself before leaning forward and placing her hands out in front of her, her ass raised higher than her head, her pussy exposed. 

I walked into the room and stood behind her, admiring what I saw. I never tired of that sight. Her pussy lips were swollen and a hint of moisture shone between them. The smell of her sex was strong in the room.

Her body shook slightly as she knelt on the bed, knowing I was inspecting her. I reached forward and slid a finger along her pussy lips, teasing as she once again shuddered slightly, pushing herself deeper into the bed. 

I moved to stand before her, lifting her head so I could look into her eyes. My free hand snaked under her body to fondle a breast, pinching its nipple. I smiled as she grimaced at the sudden pain, quickly accepting it. I knew that deep down she desired it; no, needed it.

I leaned in to take in her perfume, delicate and inviting. I stood so close I could feel the warmth radiating off her body.

"Get on your knees," I whispered in her ear, giving a gentle nibble. "Daddy wants your mouth around his cock."

I watched as she got up to her knees, steadied herself, and reached for my belt buckle. She undid my belt, pulled my zipper down and pushed my jeans to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood still, my erection straining against my boxers. She looked at my crotch, nibbled slightly on her lip and then looked up at me, before pulling my boxers down, exposing my cock to her gaze. 

She spent some moments taking in the sight then leaned in and flicked her tongue onto the head of my cock. Her tongue slid over the tip where a slight glistening of fluid betrayed my own excitement. 

She stopped, as if analysing the taste, then placed her cheek against my leg, her hands at the back of my thighs. I watched as she relaxed into me, inhaling my scent, and I could almost see the tension leave her body. 

After a moment she raised her head, opened her mouth and slipped her tongue out to run its way up my cock.

She began to lick the shaft of my cock. Holding on to it she slid her tongue down its length, stopping at my scrotum to lick it, rolling each ball gently in her mouth. Her hand reached behind me and pulled me closer.

Growing impatient, I pulled her head from below my balls and directed my cock into her mouth. She gladly accepted it and I grabbed a handful of hair, pushing deeper into her. I could see her fight the urge to gag, tears forming in her eyes, and I smiled at her. My little girl was nothing if not persistent. 

One hand grabbed my ass and held me close, so I let go of her head and let her go to work. She was beautiful, in the dimly lit room, her knees tucked under her body.

Her eyes were closed as she took her time with my cock, savouring the event. 

While she was enjoying her work I bent over till I could reach her rounded butt and started running my hands over her ass cheeks. She wriggled and I kept on caressing her. Then, with no warning, I pushed deep into her mouth and gave her ass a hard smack at the same time. With my cock in her mouth, only the softest of grunts could be heard.

I pulled out and lifted her face to look at me, "You've been a little stressed these last few days and I think my little girl needs a reset. I want you over my knees."

(to be continued...)

Cuddles and Chatting - That Pain Tolerance Issue

On Thursday we spent some time together in the hotel just having sex, and cuddling and chatting. It was all good fun, nipples were tweaked, cock was massaged and sucked, pussy got some tongue action. 

When I asked BIKSS the questions from the post about pain tolerance he thought he'd write down his view on it. But that took too long so when we were cuddling I asked him to just give it to me verbally. 

So he brought up a point I hadn't thought about. Whether or not one or the other or both parties thought about increasing pain tolerance probably has a lot to do with how matched they are on the "pain" scale.

So a VERY sadistic dom for example might want to push his sub to increase her tolerance if the slightest slap made her safeword and call a halt to the fun and games. On the other hand, a more conservative dom with no experience and fearing harming his sub might be loathe to even approach a nipple-pinch. Leaving the sub feeling under utilised. 

Of course, I'm giving very extreme examples here, but that's really the gist of the conversation we had. 

He *almost* demonstrated ON ME what he meant by "this hard or this hard" but because my nipples were already sore he decided (at the last minute and to my relief) not to in the end. 

Maybe he saw the panic in my eyes! LOL

But yeah, I can see why he thought he might write an essay on what he thinks about it. Oh, and he prefers to work on it together. Altho if his sub wanted to work on it herself, he would need to know what she's been doing or how she has been working on it. Just so he can 'test' for any positive outcomes when they play together. :)

And I SO TOTALLY DO NOT AGREE WITH THIS POSTER. All those who agree with me, say AYE!!

Outdoor Spanks

We went for our walk as usual on Tuesday night. It was a breezy evening, the air was cool and it was not as humid as it is most of the year in these parts. 

I was stressing about something that happened at home and during the walk Daddy was grabbed me intermittently to give me big bear hugs whenever I got a bit high-pitched. It helped having someone hold me tight while I ranted! Mostly it was me exclaiming just how angry I was. 

After our walk we went back to the car, and as I was leaning against the boot stretching out my leg muscles he moved beside me, slightly to the back and made like he was going to spank me. So I straightened up because WE WERE AT THE CARPARK HELLO??? and he said to lean over. I protested. Verbally. Cos there really was no point in resisting right? 

And he got to spanking me. Right there and then, my weight on my hands leaning against the car, and his hand making the loudest spanking noises on my butt for the whole world to hear. 

"There are people around!"

"No there aren't. Nobody can see us."

"But they can hear us!" I was semi-shrieking. 

"No they can't. There's no one around to hear either." 

And that was the first very public spanking I'd ever gotten. It was kinda exciting:) Thankfully my shorts stayed on!

I Love Unicorns

Daddy was away last week from mid-week to the weekend.

On Monday morning he texted to see if he could swing by and give me a lift to work. The answer was a no-brainer. YES OF COURSE!

In the car I got my pressies - a packet of cheesy chips (which I opened in the office and snacked on the next day) ...





















...and a pin!

A unicorn pin!

I squealed! Better than earrings! And it says FLUFFY too! Altho' how a pin can be fluffy I don't know. And that unicorn doesn't look too fluffy to me. But it's ok. It's a UNICORN!!!

Anyway, on Tuesday morning there was some miscommunication about whether he was picking me up to get me to work or not - this is NOT a regular thing btw - so I hopped on the bus when it arrived since he didn't say he could come and get me. 

Then Daddy said he was on his way. 

Erm. Yeah. No. 

I actually said I'd let him know when I was at the bus stop. He said OK. But that STILL didn't tell me if he was picking me up right?

So anyway I sent him an "I'm angry" sticker and he was clever enough to know how to put a smile back on my face.

Hahaha. Because UNICORNS RULE!

And my day wasn't so bad anymore, despite missing a morning car ride with Daddy.

Wednesday (Snark &) Wisdom #5

I went looking for some wise advice quotes to post this week but all I found were snarky / funny posters that made me chuckle to myself. So here they are! Which is your favourite? (I like No. 4.)

1.

THIS IS TOTALLY ME! I WONDER WHY 

THEY STILL COME TO ME FOR ADVICE...

2. 

THINGS ARE REALLY COMPLEX THESE DAYS

3.

AND SPEAKING OF RELATIONSHIP STATUS...

4. 

THAT LAST ONE CONVINCED ME!

5.

THAT'S ONE WAY OF LOOKING AT IT

 6. 

THIS HAPPENS TO ME A LOT. LIKE, A . LOT . 

7.

THIS IS ALSO ME A LOT. LIKE, SERIOUSLY.

And finally, something true - and wise:

8.

Tuesday Toon #24 -The Gif Edition

(ALL GIFS WERE FOUND ON GIPHY)

She looks like she hasn't learnt her lesson at all!

He's definitely done something really naughty 

to deserve a session on an outdoor bench!

I have the Super Mario Bros. computer 

game theme song in my head right now!

Well, SOMEONE'S enjoying herself!

The cartoons I used to watch as a kid 

sure had lots of spankings in them!

Is that a smile on her face at the end?
And what a nice plump butt!

I'm sure this post would get me fired too ...

Good thing I'm not fixing it up at work!

Pain Threshold, Tolerance and Taking it Further

First of all, there is a difference between the terms Pain Threshold and Pain Tolerance. 

Threshold is the point at which you begin to feel pain. So the lower your threshold, the less pressure needed (eg, in a pinch) for your mind to register it as "pain". 

That is NOT what I'm talking about today. 

I'm curious to find out about pain tolerance. That is, the extent to which one can tolerate pain, and whether this limit can be raised so that over time (and with practice, I imagine) one can take MORE pain than before. 

As I was looking about on the web, I came across some articles about meditation, breathing techniques, and general health and well-being and how these can help to raise a person's pain tolerance. The breathing exercise during labour, for example, are designed to help a mother-to-be get through the pains of childbirth; athletes are encouraged to rest adequately and eat a healthy diet so as to be able to push past muscle aches as they train. Busy executives are advised to do stress-relieving activities to be better equipped to deal with the strains of regular daily life as too much stress can burden one's physical self and cause even the slightest strain to register as "pain". 

I then looked up BDSM Pain Tolerance - as this was what I was really after - and one forum stood out in particular. 

The main gist of it was that if a sub wanted to increase her (or his, I'm going to use her because I'm a she) pain tolerance, she could work on slowly building it up in her own time, by way of adding an increasing amount of pain together with a pleasurable stimulus. So, for example, putting on nipple clamps while indulging in some clitoral stimulation. The idea was to help the brain associate pain with pleasure. 

There was also some good advice about talking to one's Dom about this desire and having the Dom work on it during a session / scene. An example was the Dom could increase the duration of a spanking, or use a more painful implement (in small increments, of course) while reinforcing the fact that the sub was being a good girl at being able to take this pain for him. This feeds her desire to withstand more and more pain in order to please her Dom, and in so doing, satisfies her own need to be a "good sub". ie. The increasing pain is constantly being associated with pleasure/satisfaction. However it did state, and rightly so, that both parties should be aware of the extent of such "training" and never go beyond what the body is physically able to handle just to prove how "good" she is. 

The thing that stood out was that one Domme mentioned how she would be extremely displeased if her sub went off and did this training on his own. She insinuated that she felt it was topping from the bottom. And frowned upon it altogether. While I can see how she might feel this way, at the crux of it I think the bigger issue is communication between both parties and working out a way that both of them feel is acceptable. 

So my questions for today are as follows:

Do you think as a Dom it is more enjoyable for your sub to have a low tolerance - hence making it easier to get to that floaty place caused by the release of endorphins we call subspace? 

Or do u prefer one who can take a fair amount of pain so you can really up the game during spankings and play with different implements before your bottom bottoms out?

If your sub wanted to increase pain tolerance, would you discourage her from going at it on her own and only work on it together? Or let her go off and inflict pain on herself on her own time ?

Subs (and bottoms) - Is increasing pain tolerance something you have thought about or worked on? And if you have made a conscious decision to do so, did you do it on your own or as part of a joint effort between you and your Dom? 

If you have thought about it but have not worked on it in any active way, is there something preventing you from approaching your Dom with this idea or have you done so without much consequence/result? 

If you would like to leave any other related comments that don't fall into any of the categories of the questions I've asked, please DO feel free to do so. I'm curious as to what you all think about this topic in general, so all comments are welcome!

P.S. I'm a Capricorn... I wonder if I have a naturally high tolerance for pain as this poster suggests... Are you on this list?