Mulling - The Friday Sex Talk (and a Reminder Spanking!)

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We went out to dinner last night, and after a lovely meal in a quiet-ish corner of the restaurant where I ate too much I told him I realised that when I get busy and don't have time for myself (running around with errands, taking mum to check-ups, dealing with admin / mail, sorting through old photographs - another bag arrived!) it's not so much that I can't do the things I want to do, but more a case of not being able to sit with myself and mull over things. 

"I'm definitely NOT a muller," he said to me. 

Which led to a lovely exploring-each-others'-brains type of conversation in the car. I love those types of chats. 

Eventually we got to talking about how I'm the MOST turned on and tingly when he does something that asserts his power. Mostly in the bedroom, but in reality, anytime he does a Daddy type thing that pulls me back or reminds me of my place I get a bit warm and fuzzy in my belly. 

Turns out I would get more than I bargained for tonight.

Dinner was at the quiet resort-atmosphere-esque restaurant where we celebrated both our birthdays. We tried a traditional Indonesian dish of Tahu Telor, but with a local twist - a Malay spicy soy sauce instead of the usual sweet version. It was so huge. Thankfully the bottom half was all fluffly deep fried egg white!

(We had them take the dish back and sauté the prawns cos it came cold, even tho the waiter reassured us it was served warm - I can't handle cold prawns... gives me the runs! After that it was fantastic.)

With the spicy soy sauce drizzled over.

Fried chicken wings with kicap (kee-chup) manis (mah-nis) - a spicy, thick, syrupy, sweet soy sauce popular in Malay / Indonesian kitchens - comp-ed, as per their usual custom.

Salmon lemongrass - BIKSS is particularly fond of fish - and rather a stickler for having it done properly. So far he has had only good things to say about the fish mains we've had at this chain.

Instead of cake, we ordered (and paid for) a cempedak crumble. I think it might have been the best dessert I've eaten at this chain of restaurants so far. Mayhaps the overdose of free cakes might have something to do with that. I don't know how to describe cempedak to you except to say it's related to the jackfruit, but the flesh is a creamier and more fibrous texture. It's a very rich flavour, even pungent, but very sweet. 

As BIKSS prefers cake to crumble, and me the reverse, we had a difference of opinion regarding which was the better dessert! LOL. (They did still give us two slices to take home with us, and this time he took them home cos I was just up to my eyeballs in cake by now.)

When we were safely hidden away in the room, I began to undress, letting the spaghetti strap of my dress fall off my shoulder. 

"I like how that's coming off you," he remarked. And came over to assist. Soon I was in my lace panties and nothing else, sitting on the bed and facing his crotch. He undid his jeans and freed Roger from his shorts. I immediately began sucking. 

As we had been discussing how power and dominance turns me on earlier, he took the opportunity to ramp up his Daddy Dom game. Gentle caresses were abandoned in favour of sudden nipple pinches. Hair stroking for neck grabbing. Kissing for slaps across my cheek. 

My legs were spread and held open, his fingers playing with my clit, then pussy. And one finger found its way into my bum hole. I mean, yes, I had been thinking about it recently, but most of the time he'll check with me if I'm having a 'good' bum day. 

Not this night tho. 

After some time of being lost in the sensations down below he asked me if he thought I could handle Roger. I said yes. And he got the lube. 

Anal sex isn't pleasurable for me physically. It doesn't hurt if I'm in a receptive enough state. But it's nowhere near pleasurable. More like tolerable. I do it because it's the one thing I can offer him that isn't "good" or "okay" or "neutral" to me. It's a bit to the left of neutral, creeping into the "dislike" zone. 

And when I'm giving him something I don't like, that makes me feel very submissive. 

After cleaning up we talked about the spectrum of our sexual encounters, from plain ol' / simple all the way to phenomenal, and where our different adventures lie on a scale of 0 to 10. 

We also talked about what was something that I "didn't like" that I could offer as a form of submission, on par with the act of offering anal, but that would still let him fuck pussy instead of butt (cos he still prefers that, in terms of physical sensations). Somehow topics like threesomes and 2-couple/partner-swapping sex came up and as he presented these scenarios to me he started fiddling with me again. 

When we had sex this time around it seemed like he might not cum, having had one quite soon before, but when I proposed my own scenario... 

"What if you were watching someone else fuck me the way you are now... seeing his cock thrusting into my pussy like that..."

...he stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it hard.

He countered with "Maybe I won't be just watching, I would fuck your mouth, and you would suck on Roger just like that." (BTW, dirty talk isn't something we do often, I feel kinda strange doing it TBH... but it felt right at that point.)

That must have done something for him cos he came, sweaty and panting after prolonged exertion. 

We talked about why it wouldn't be possible for me to enjoy something like that tho'. The conclusion I came to was that I wouldn't be able to manage switching between little (which I reserve ONLY for BIKSS) and controlling bitch (which is how I've always been with all other sex partners). And that would cause a problem because I refuse to be a sub for another man, but it's not as if I can be domineering and such to a fella my Dom is directing me to fuck right? And even if he said I could be as sassy and dommy as I wanted, it would be weird being that way in bed with the fella while still taking instruction (as a little) from Daddy who's watching from the sidelines, no?

As he mm-hmm-ed his agreement with my analysis, BIKSS turned on his side and reached for my pussy. Without thinking (possibly cos part of my brain was in bitch mode) I swatted his hand away. And not in that playful Don't, Daddy way either. He told me later he was rather taken aback that I did that. He reacted by smacking my inner thigh immediately with a pretty stern "What was that?" I did say "Sorry Daddy", but I think it was an automatic reflex. I don't think anything was registering in my brain. I sure as hell didn't MEAN it.

Then he smacked me again. "Hm? What was that? Swatting my hand away?"  If he had left it there - which he said he actually thought was enough to jolt me back to the present - I think I would have started a fight cos I was still in default sass-bitch headspace. But he didn't. He pushed my legs apart and held my face in place with the arm that was under me, then continued smacking my inner thighs, alternating between sides, sometimes doubling up on the same side, just to keep me guessing, I suppose. 

In the calmest, smoothest voice he spoke into my ear. "Someone's forgotten her place, hm? You're Daddy's little girl, don't you forget it. You don't swat my hand away. What was that about? Daddy's girl doesn't do that. Right? No. She doesn't slap my hand away when I reach for her."

All through his litany he was smacking. And finally I felt it. And it hurt! Funny I didn't feel it till now. The sting was coming through, breaking into my thoughts and consciousness. I realised *then* what I had done. But it wasn't till he was almost at the end of the smacking that I apologised again. And meant it this time. 

(He did say a large part of the continuation after the first two smacks was just going along with the scene, but that maybe 10-20% of it was genuine "chastisement". I told him it was a good thing he went on.  If I were to hazard a guess I don't think BIKSS was aware of just how serious/significant that little episode was to me until I told him either.) 

When he was done spanking me I put my legs together and turned towards him, burying my face in his chest. He held me and comforted me. I didn't know what had come over me, but that spanking was definitely a good call. My thighs continued stinging for some time after that, let me tell you.

Earlier in the evening I had asked if we could play with the cane... he said yes but instead of doing so BEFORE the sex, it seems he intended that our cane session would come at the end. Cos he wanted to do that NOW. 

"Ready for your cane?"

Looking up at him, I shook my head, no. 

"4 stripes." 

"Wait wait wait!" 

He chortled.

"Why are you laughing Daddy?"

"Cos you suddenly sounded so desperate and alarmed."

That's when I said "I think I'm feeling a bit fragile about what just happened to play with the cane right now. What was that about, the smacking my inner thighs?" 

"A reminder. Reset. You were lost in your old self. It wasn't a punishment. I just needed to pull you back." 

"I know. But that's cos you were talking about having me be with other people, and you know how I used to be with the others ...  so it's your fault!" 

"It is. And I will accept the blame for that."

And he kissed me and rubbed my back, and held me tight some more. We talked and I said all the things I needed to say and asked all the things I needed to ask. When I was eventually done working out what happened, I thanked him for the spanking. He checked if I was feeling ok. Yes, I said. 

"I think you can get the cane now, I could do with a proper reset."

He got up to get it as I turned over to lie on my front. 

Tap tap tap tap Swish... and it went on like that till he had gotten in the 4 strokes he had promised. Then he said "6."

So he continued the tappety taps with intermittent proper swishes in between till he reached the number he wanted.

Then he stopped. And he came to lie down and hold me tight. 

Later, as he was about to get up to get dressed he picked up the cane again, it had been placed beside me so his hand found it easily enough, and proceeded to swat my inner thighs with it. 

It wasn't a spanking session per se, we were just experimenting with it. It felt really good. And probably way more efficient than a traditional ass spanking, imho. I get an ouchier (and more lingering) sting from a much lighter stroke on my thigh than from a heavier one on my butt.

"You know, of all the toys, the cane really IS my favourite." 

My mood pic today ~

Anal on my Mind

Been reading at Anarie Brady's blog again.. and it definitely has the ability to get me all tingly and itching for some action!

So I got to thinking, we haven't played in the back for a bit, and on a good poop day (is that TMI?) I wouldn't mind exploring again... 

But what if things are so tight that he can't get in? I mean, in the past we played regularly enough, if not very often, but that was a LONG time ago. I can't even remember the last time anything went NEAR my um, you know... back there! 

So today I thought I might be pro-active and went to fetch an easy-peasy plug to use while I had a shower. And a cum. In the shower. 

I'm glad to say it didn't cause any trouble going in, and, in fact, felt quite comfortable. I've definitely had more resistance to it in the past... so that was a good sign. 

Maybe I should be more diligent about regularly "practice" so that whenever we DO get a chance to explore I'll not be totally unprepared. 

Dear readers... do any of you have a "training" routine or plan that you follow to ensure things move more smoothly when your alternate entryway is called into play?

I'd be curious to know how you keep it ready for action!

My mood pic today ~ 

Backscratchers are a Pain - on the Backside

I haven't had a chance to add the backscratcher in question to the definitions (and toy menu) page. But it is nasty. I actually pouted (yes me!) when BIKSS took it out of the toy drawer. 

He thinks it's amusing that the string it was hanging from looks like rope tying a person's arms above their head. Pffft. Here's a close-up - 

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

There were some errands to be run and we got home at 5-ish. 

No one was in. And we were glad to have the opportunity for some spanking time. It's been a long time since any fun's been had in that department - or in ANY D/s department for that matter. 

It began in the car, really. He dropped me off at the store, so I could pick up some stuff, while he went to get something done. About an hour later he was done and so was I. He came by to pick me up and as I was climbing into the passenger seat I asked where we were headed to next. "Home," he said... "you're gonna get fucked." 

It's been some time since we've had this kind of forceful talk, especially since my emotional state is a little fragile at the moment, given the family situation, and dirty sexy talk is the last thing on my mind. But perhaps that's exactly why I needed some of it today. And I welcomed it. 

He was lying in bed when I got in from the shower, and he motioned for me to come over so we could kiss. I did, and then he rolled out of bed and headed to the toy drawer. I flopped onto my belly to watch him and as he walked past me Roger ended up in my mouth. It felt so good to suck on his already-hard cock. Eventually he made it to his destination and pulled out the backscratcher (yuck), cane and flogger. I 'Yay'-ed at the latter two. 

Then he came round behind me and got to work. He got straight into it with his hands. Spanking, rubbing, fondling, caressing. I drifted into a magical place and forgot all about life for a little while. Then crack came that wretched thing on my butt. 

It's hard, heavy and unforgiving. (Sorry, no Oxford commas in this house!)

And I began to breathe a little heavier. He reassured me with a hand on my back. Up high, almost at my neck. Shhhh... but still he smacked. I twitched and started, and shifted and wriggled. But not too much cos I didn't want that thing landing in the wrong place. He stroked my back and rubbed my shoulders as I winced and whined. And let out moans and groans - not entirely of the encouraging variety. 

When it landed with a thud next to me on the bed I let out a sigh of relief. The rest of the spanking went splendidly. He could never go wrong with the cane and my 'favourite flogger' . I don't know about you but I love roving spanking sessions. As in, not static. As in, I lie on my front, and he roves around me, spanking me from this side and then the other, from over my head, with Roger in my mouth, from behind me with one hand exploring my girly parts. 

Today his explorations took him to my butthole. His initial penetration (I'm not sure which digit he used) didn't even require any lube. I suppose I was wet (and open / ready / willing / horny) enough that whatever juices I was already producing were enough for him to gain access. 

This is unusual for me. But not unheard of. It usually happens when I'm feeling very, very submissive. And/or horny. Today I was both. 

He dug out my Purple Pieman vibe from the drawer and proceeded to place it under me, against my clit, and that got me wriggling all over again. But it was a weird position and no orgasm was going to be had that way. So he had me flip over onto my back. 

But for some reason it just didn't feel right, and I don't know if it's because 1) there was just too much stimulation already that things were getting numb down there from the extended vibing while I was face-down, 2) the pushing of fingers into both my holes was interfering with the vibe-on-clit pressure, or 3) it's been too long since I used it and had weaned myself off this particular vibe. 

So I asked him for the other one. The Paloqueth "sucking" vibrator.

He obliged. And after a while, with my bottom hole still penetrated and finger-fucked, I had the orgasm that was way too long coming. Pun totally intended. 

After that I was totally drained. But damn if I wasn't going to get that fucking he promised me. He took his shirt off and got between my legs. I was sensitive enough that an accidental brush against my just-cum clit elicited a howl out of me. He seemed quite pleased about that. 

After he had had his turn at a cum he got up to go to the dresser for operation clean up (tissues are on the dresser) and I lifted up my hands in the BIKSS-and-Fondles mutually understood gesture for "can I have tissues please?" and he passed me a wad which I used to mop up the mess between my legs, and then raised my hands for more. Only today I did all this with my eyes closed cos I was just THAT tired. 

When he got back into bed I told him as much, adding how "it feels awesome to cum with a finger up your arse, and I don't even have a prostate!"

"You didn't cum with a finger up your arse", he corrected me. 

"Eh?"

"You came with TWO." 

FFF #40 - And All Things Butt

The Big Four - Oh!

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So that other thing in the title?

I sometimes wonder if our exchanges seem "unserious" or too casual to other practitioners of TTWD / BDSM /whatever you call it... but it's just how we roll. And there's always a slight hint of "mean" along with the playful, fun Daddy side. 

Yep - this is me! And since I was so so so good, he decided to give me a very very very long spanking!

All in all there were 5 tools of ass destruction. He always comes equipped with 2 of his own - and I don't mean his 2 hands. He's a belt man. He almost always has a belt on him. Unless he's in football shorts. Which he doesn't visit me in very often. Jeans? Belt. Work slacks? Belt. 

After his hands, and the flogger, and the paddle, and the cane, he pulled his belt out.  My butt was already sore, as you can imagine, especially having not gotten a proper spanking in FOREVER.

And then he had the cheek to ask me "You know what that sound is don't you?"

Well, I knew. And my pussy knew too. 

If I had to pick a favourite from the day's choices, I'd probably say the belt this time, cos it wasn't quite my favourite cane. Why? Because I'm a masochist and I selected the thuddier one instead of the whippier one. I'm not the hugest fan of thuddy implements. Silly me. 

There's always a huge risk when I'm presenting like that, that he will decide to play in BOTH holes. And that's just what he did. (Don't worry, one first, then the other, and he never double dips!)

Did we come back from the land of dry-spell-stressed-out-low-libido-zero-cum land with a bang? 

And I'd give myself a pat on the back too, but BIKSS did that already. 

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You know how in the superhero movies there's sometimes a post credits scene? 

Well, as I was moving around the bed gathering up the discarded bits of clothing and putting away all the toys, I decided I would try my hand at the cane. BIKSS generously allowed me to use his left butt cheek. 

I got tired after oh, I dunno, 8 swats? And he says I wasn't even using as much force as he usually does on my butt. He took it from me and gave himself some swats as a demonstration. "Listen to the sound," he said. 

So there we were - taking turns going tappety-tap-swoosh with the cane on his butt like it was the most natural thing in the world for a couple to do in bed. LOL. After we'd put it away, and maybe 10-15 minutes had gone by, he looked over at me in the middle of some other topic of conversation and began to rub his cheek. "I can still feel the tingle" he said. Was there some amusement there? I think so. And my strokes weren't even as heavy as the ones he dishes out on ME! 

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And because I used to leave links on the FFF posts, here's an infographic for you and your spanker if you're a cane-slut like me :) Doesn't hurt to know how to extend the life of your favourite cane! (Link to the site can be found below the pic.)

https://www.aswgt.com/content-why-canes-break.html

I Stuck A Finger In His Bum

And not for kinky fun either.

I took some gloves home with me from work the other day and we've been looking at videos and websites on prostate exams.

Of course this is not something one should rely on 100%, but as a prelimary check, and to eliminate the need for an embarrassing visit to the doctor's clinic, a trusted partner (or yourself) could do the check and establish a baseline so that if anything feels different down the road then a doctor's appointment can be made at that point.

So since I know a little bit about this stuff, I offered to poke around in there and BIKSS was quite happy for me to do it instead of some random doctor dude.

And well, it was over really quickly. Phew. All done, and all good. From what I can tell.

Here are some links if you want to find out more about getting this done for your man at home :)

Wiki How reminds you to remove your finger too!

Here's a video with a patient who looks terrified and nervous - thankfully the actual exam is simulated. 

And while I was surfing I lost 20 minutes of my life watching this hilarious duo. The language isn't safe for work, but hey, this is a sex blog right?

One's Brit, one's Hongkong-Canadian. They're both in Korea. And they're totally funny!

If you have time to waste, watch this episode!

The More Stressed Out I Am...

... the more submissive I feel. 

Some people get a foot massage, or a body massage. 

Others go shopping and drop a wad of cash at the stores. 

Introverts tend to retreat into themselves, while extroverts look for a party to go to to let loose. 

Me? Me, I wait for him to drive over and get me. To tell me where we're going to have dinner. 

To hand me a 50 and say "You get food, I need the loo then I'll be right back," and not think that I have to put on my big girl hat. 

He's still directing me. I'm good. 

I order some fried chicken, cos that's what we came here for. There's a specialty soup stall. I wait for him to come back before deciding what soups we should get. He's more a soup fan than I am. 

We eat and we talk. We don't finish the chicken. There's too much. He tells me to get it doggy-bagged and save it for tomorrow. I waffle. We should just finish it, I say. 

No, get them to pack it. It gets packed. We're ready to go. 

I ask him to help me with something in the kitchen later. 

The kitchen. The cause of my distress. 

We get home and he asks what it is that I need his help with. I show him.

Halfway thru he does something that looks dangerous. I holler. Yes, holler. Not in the way an adult yells at a kid. But in the way a child might get upset at seeing her big person in danger. 

"If I did that would you be ok with it?" He reluctantly admits that I'm right, and he doesn't do the dangerous thing anymore. 

"Need help with the top of the fridge?" he asks. 

I'm already working on it, so I hesitate. I'm pretty certain I can manage this on my own. But I don't really want to. 

"Say yes," he tells me. 

"Yes," I say. 

He comes over, giving me a grin and a wink as he does. I melt.  

I need to be rescued from all this dust, I think to myself. 

I retreat to another area of the kitchen. We do what we need to do in less time than I thought necessary. 

Post shower I kneel on the bed; sitting on my haunches I lean forward till my head touches the pillow.

I tuck my arms in under me. He did not instruct me to present. But I do anyway. I needed to.

He turns to find my ass in the air. His hands do what they do best when a butt is presented to him. 

I relax as he spanks and rubs and kisses me. A hand strokes my back. Long, comforting sweeps wiping away the tension.

His fingers find my holes. I am open and ready. Gosh, but I must be really stressed. 

The eyes may be the windows to the soul. But my sphincter is the gauge of my submission. 

The more stressed out I am, the more I relish his Dominance. 

It is a need. A release. 

Fingers. Lube. Now a thumb. Twisting. Turning. In both places.

Wet. 

Slaps. On my cunt. Propelling me forward. 

The pain is sharp. Direct. 

It's nothing like the sting of the cane, or thud of a paddle. There is no kiss of leather, no swish of flogger trails. 

There are only slaps. And rubbing. And touching. More fingers. 

He places the vibe in my hand. 

He wants me to cum. 

He fucks me as he continues to finger my hole. The sex overcomes me. It takes control and my other senses are muted. All my brain cells are concentrated on deciphering the physical sensations that are emanating from my groin. 

I don't cum; at least I don't think I do. There is a sudden burst, like an explosion, (that's how I describe it to him later) and suddenly my clit is too sensitive to hold the vibe against anymore. What  was that? I don't know. I don't care.

He pushes me down. I am only now aware of the perspiration behind my knees, of the cool dampness of his sweaty thighs as he pumps into me while I lay flat on my stomach. 

He cums, the hot spurts on my back a salve for all the stress.

Lie-in-Bed Monday with Daddy

After a super tiring weekend (roadtrip on Saturday, wedding on Sunday) I was totally looking forward to spending the day indoors with BIKSS on Monday. We had originally planned to celebrate our anniversary the week before but I couldn't get time off on the 2nd, so we pushed it back a week. It turned out to be a good thing cos by Sunday night I was exhausted. 

Daddy came over around 9-ish and crawled into bed with me to wake me up. After rolling around for a bit he began to fiddle with me between my legs. I was still half asleep and it was a very relaxing way to get this little girl awake. He pulled my panties off and continued to stroke and tease my pussy. There was no resistance over here. Nuh-uh. It was almost therapeutic. He slipped a finger in and I gasped and moaned and before long Roger was having his way with me. 

Yes, just like that. That woke me up of course. 

Then we lay about and chatted about things that happened over the weekend. He had a haircut at a new place and was saying how unimpressed he was with the service. Of course since we were still in bed our hands were wandering all over the place, and we got on to the topic of nipple sensitivity. I enjoy running my hand over Daddy's chest and circling his nipples, but he doesn't particularly get a lot out of it, arousal-wise. 

Of course all this talk and active demonstration about nipples and kissing and pinching them led to some other body parts being twiddled and tweaked. I was horny enough that I asked if I could have my Purple Pieman and BIKSS motioned that I should get it from my nightstand. 

It was a relatively easy cum. Sometimes I worry that something might be wrong with me, cos on some days it takes FOREVER. BIKSS is certain it's just stress. He gets like that too, once in a while, he assures me. He's right, after a particularly weird week I was having about a month ago, things went back to normal, so I was very relieved!

After that he fucked me again - I think Roger just didn't want to waste a wet pussy!

We got up and headed out to lunch. We went to a new-ish mall about a 15 min drive away, and had a not-bad herbal pork rib soup.

I've shown you pics of this before, but here it is again. It's one of our favourite dishes, clearly, and there are so many variations that one really can't ever get sick of it. Not us, anyway. 

pic from noobcook.com

Then it was off to run errands. Daddy drove me to mum's to pick up and drop off stuff, then we went to the tailor's for me to get two pairs of pants sewn up (too long). The last stop was to deliver newspapers to the vet and then we headed home again. 

After I packed up the house a little bit and washed up, I headed into the room to find him just waking from a mini nap. It was my turn to "disturb" him so I nibbled on his ear and nuzzled his neck and my hand reached for Roger - who was already straining against his shorts!

"Something needs to go into your ass," he said. 

I got up and went to the toy drawer and pulled it open. "OK, what do you want Daddy?"

We pulled out The Viking, DD2, the pink crop, my favourite cane, the nipple clamps and my Purple Pieman. Oh, and the lube. (Click the link for pics.)

And then the fun began. He inserted his own massager first, while I sucked on Roger. As it slipped all the way in BIKSS fell back into the pillows and exhaled a very satisfied moan. He let me continue to have Roger in my mouth a little while longer before he had me stop so he could slip the ring over his cock and balls. 

Next it was my turn. He had me lie on my stomach and lubed my butt. The double dildo made its way in and soon I was aching for a cum too. Daddy held the vibe under me and I ground my hips into the bed, trying to press up against it. He played with my holes with the dildo, moving it in and out of me at varying speeds.

Whack. Tappety tap.. whack! He spanked while I humped the bed. I didn't know WHAT was happening. I can usually tell what implement is being used, but this time I wasn't paying attention. All I knew was I wanted to cum. As I concentrated on what was happening down the front BIKSS was making sure I had a lovely red behind. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed hard! It's not easy trying to have a cum when you're trying to escape cane lashes, let me tell you. And yet, each time a stroke landed on my butt I pushed forward onto the vibe, inching me just that little bit closer to orgasm, again and again. 

Finally I felt it coming. That last crescendo before climax. BIKSS had stopped spanking me and was fucking me with the dildos. As he went faster my buildup increased. Again, it was not a difficult cum, (PHEW!), and a much stronger one than the morning's at that. When I was done shuddering he pulled out the dildo and replaced it with Roger in my pussy. I was already panting from the cum and now with his pumping and my moaning, I felt like I had no more strength in me. Until he wrapped his hand around my neck, and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. 

I never think I can be MORE aroused until I am. And I was. For a moment, he pulled out and tried to enter my ass but it just wasn't going to happen despite already having had the dildo inside earlier. Some days the body just doesn't want to co-operate. Daddy was understanding (and I was yelping in pain so that couldn't have been fun for him either) and pulled back out. After wiping up he re-entered my pussy and came that way. 

We were both super high from the sex and the lack of oxygen - as he got out of bed to grab a towel he stumbled a little. "Old people sex," he said, chuckling. Hey, but at least we're still having sex right? LOL

We washed up and settled back into bed to cuddle. And talk about ... more sex. Well, we talked about how I felt more comfortable about being naked now compared to how it used to freak me out when we first began. I suppose it was a little bit of vulnerability coupled with body image issues. I could never stand for inspection - presentation is something I CAN do tho. Perhaps because I don't have to look at anything/anyone. 

This makes me uncomfortable... 

This I can do

I could handle this...

Maybe even this one... 

So I asked him about what he would do during such an inspection. How I would be standing, what I would look at etc. 

He explained, gently, and reassuringly, and did a little demo (even tho we were lying in bed) to give me an idea of how I might expect to be touched. Of course this meant his fingers were wandering all over my naked body again, and we *all* know what happens when we're told what will be done to us... pile of jello, wet pussy, full-on sub-mode.

We used a hypothetical girl; what would she do? I asked. 

"She would allow me to touch her, anywhere I wanted. She wouldn't flinch, or object to it. She would let me play with her nipples, just like that. (*Gasp*) She would wait patiently while I looked at her."

"What's there to look at?"

"The curve of her back, her breasts, hint of pussy... outline of her body...  there's TONS to look at."

"But where would she look? At you? At the floor?"

"Anywhere. It doesn't matter. If she's uncomfortable she could look down at the floor... while I touch her between her legs. And she would spread them for me, uh huh, just like that, good girl... and she would enjoy my fingers on her lips, playing with her clit... " 

By now I was punctuating his words (and live-demonstration) with heavy breathing and gasps and moans and mmm-ing sexy sounds...  

Wouldn't YOU get horny as heck? 

He withdrew his fingers and patted me on the bum. We should get going for dinner, he said. 

I sighed. And put my head in his crotch. I flicked my tongue over Roger, and stuck my nose in his balls and inhaled his scent. Mmmm, I murmured. He let out a sound that said he shared my feeling of contentment. 

Then I began to suck on him again. Languidly. There was no rush right? I was just saying my goodbyes - a proper sendoff before he put on his clothes and we went to look for food. BIKSS had other plans. He said later on that he wasn't planning on it, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to do to finger me and get me all hot and bothered again. And the harder his fingers fucked me the more earnestly I sucked on his cock. 

I released him to catch my breath and give my jaw a rest. That was when the slaps came on my right cheek. Two in a row. Then one more for good measure. I put his cock back in my mouth. And continued to work my tongue on the underside of his shaft. When I pulled myself off him again for a breather the slaps descended once more. Again I made Roger disappear in my mouth. 

I felt another cum building up, so I continued to bob up and down over him, sucking, tonguing, moving my hand up and down his shaft as I concentrated my oral efforts on the head of his cock. 

It wasn't long before he came in my mouth; the familiar warm taste on my tongue. 

I'd say we had a productive day... lots of sex, lots of fondling, and a whole lot of cuddling and just getting to be little with Daddy. 

Needing Submission

Most of the time the D/s is there in the background, but doesn't come to the very forefront of our day to day interaction. 

This means that sometimes when I feel as though I'm becoming unhinged I feel a little lost. Adrift. Like I need to be pulled back into that submissive zone. I feel as if I'm dispersed, and separating into a million pieces and need to be put together again - enveloped, wrapped up by his dominance. Does that make any sense? 

Monday was such a day. I had been sitting at my desk working out my timetable for the first quarter, which not only consists of lessons and hospital appointments, but also making time for my annual layer-cake bake-fest. This happens every year around the Lunar New Year season since it's a family tradition - we bake these extremely time consuming treats for gifting to relatives and close friends. (The recipe I have has been passed down from a great-grandaunt, and sadly, I'm the only one left in my family who still makes them.)

I had even written in the dates that I plan to get a massage! 

Then the thought flitted across my mind that maybe I should also schedule some spankings! After all, I know from experience that when I get into a pre-festive-season prep frenzy I usually end up frazzled and frantic, and spankings during those times are necessary to help ground me. 

When Daddy came for a quick visit that day he must have read my mind. I was wondering how I should tell him that I felt the need for a little more. More dominance. More spanking. More intensity.

But I didn't have to. He came in and we kissed and as I adjusted my pillows he took off his belt. And we all know what the sound of a leather belt being pulled free from belt loops does to a sub right? 

"Oh, the sound of your belt. Pussy just woke up," I rolled my eyeballs in faux annoyance at this betrayal of my sex.

"Good, get into position," he smiled.

I lay down on my front but it was a funny angle so we adjusted and he ended up sitting in bed with his back against the wall. I climbed over his lap and he proceeded to spank me with his hand. But because I wasn't facing the usual way, he had to use his left hand. We chatted and joked a little about how changing the way one does things is good for the brain. Keeps the mind alert and all that. 

It turned out perfect tho, cos it meant his dominant hand was free to wield the belt. He folded it to the right length and alternated between hand spanks and belt lashes. I exhaled and let the pain take over. He rubbed my cheeks at regular intervals and every now and then he put the belt down to place his  right hand on my head as his other continued spanking. It felt safe. Secure. As if to say - Don't fret, I've got you.

"Who's a good girl?" he cooed.

"Me," I said, and let myself sink into the bed some more. Oh, I so needed this. 

After a time he explored my girly bits and announced that I was wet. No kidding. As he pulled down my underwear he rubbed my back, over the sweater I had on (cold, you know?) and somehow that felt very soothing. He proceeded to insert a finger and I let out a sigh. 

And then I could feel myself melting into him. Into the safety of the submissive space he was creating with his dominance - a barrier between me and the outside world - between me and the pressures of real life. 

He continued to spank with one hand while fingering me with the other. I always enjoy that tremendously and told him as much. It does a wonderful job of making me aware of my submissiveness. He ventured up to my bumhole and I made no objection. In fact I welcomed it -readied myself to be open to his probing. 

He fingered me in both places as he continued to spank, and seeing how I was so receptive, he suggested he might use my butthole when it came time for Roger to have a turn. Well, declared, more than suggested.

Patting my bum he instructed me to get up and I got onto all fours while he took off his boxers and I instinctively began sucking on Roger. I can't remember if he continued to spank while I had him in my mouth. Or if he continued to finger me. I really must pay better attention to other things that are happening when I have my mouth over his cock. 

Then he whispered "Come." Not in the orgasm sense, but in the way that he was ready to move into the next phase of our playtime. I got off him and he stood up, beside the bed.

I crawled over to get the lube and handed it to him. Then he entered me. 

As he was thrusting I could feel Roger growing inside me. Thankfully it doesn't take Daddy too long to cum when he wants to be quick - and when it's my butt at play I usually want him to be quick, so that it doesn't get so uncomfortable that I have to call a halt to the festivities. 

It hurt. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. It just hurt. In a there-shouldn't-be-something-going-in-this-hole way. In a I'm-submitting-to-you way. And I was panting and yelping and moaning and whatever sounds it is that we make when we have sex, and after a short while Daddy pushed up the back of my sweater and pulled out to cum on my back. 

He said he wouldn't cum inside because clean up for me was more inconvenient if he does. Which is true. And so thoughtful of him. As he got up to grab the tissues and wipes he leaned in to kiss the side of my face - "Daddy's good little girl" he said, sotto voce.

This. This quiet, tender dominance was what I needed at that moment - it made me feel safe. Able. Enough. 

Floop Floop

..is how BIKSS described the way the anal prong entered my ass. 

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, DD2 (Double Dildo the Second)! 

A while back (OK,  a long time ago) we chucked out our double dildo cos it got dead. And I just never replaced it, not having found one that resembled the previous one. And I liked that one a lot so I was hesitant to get a different type. However, a recent conversation with a good gay guy pal of mine had me thinking that perhaps I should try this one out. He gave me some info on how he felt about the "beaded" dildo shape, and I thought I'd give it a go. After all, one never knows till one tries. 

And THIS little one tried it today - twice. Uh huh. Twice. The first time we had it in me, Roger squeezed into my hooha along with the pussy dildo. But each time he pulled out he would push the entire thing a little bit farther out as well, till it eventually popped out altogether. 

In the end we settled for Roger in pussy and beaded dildo in bum. After BIKSS came we lay about giggling and laughing and talking about random things - both sex related and non. 

After a while he said he should get going soon, but I asked him if he had a little bit more time to spare because his little girl was horny and wanted to cum. With things inside her. Both things. Things like the one we had just played with. BIKSS was of course ready to do his part in the cumming of his lidl. 

(Even tho he says he did nothing that a motorised machine couldn't do... pump DD2 in and out of my holes, that is.. )

I came. Boy did I cum. I wrote once before that I enjoy having stuff in me (both holes) when I was vibing off. And it has been a while since I've had something like a double dildo so today's playtime was totally fun and ful-FILLING! 

If you've never had a beaded toy like this for bum play, and are relatively wary of anal sex in any form, I suggest getting an inexpensive one to try, cos the shape really lends itself to easy insertion, and I suppose the sphincter muscle gets to relax and wrap around as each bead plops in, as opposed to being consistently stretched around a straight dildo.

Also, it's quite slim so there was no pain at all. There was some pressure, but nowhere near as uncomfortable as some plugs I've tried before, and I only wish I'd tried this BEFORE anything else!

It's a really gentle way to break into butt play, in my opinion. 

And it vibrates. That really helps. :)

Good Vibrations

Remember that vibrating prostate massager with cock ring I got for Daddy? 

He came over this afternoon and we got a chance to play with it. 

Apparently we'd been using his cock rings wrong all this while. It only ever went around his shaft, to the base of his cock. I was doing some research on how to use the attached prostate massager / cock ring device this morning, and came upon a website explaining that a cock ring is meant to go under the ball sac too. Well, some of them are, anyway. 

There were some explanations as to why this way worked better, and more clicking around the web got me the info I was after. That is, which bit goes in/around first. The answer - cock ring while the penis is still slightly flaccid, around the balls first then the other bits go thru... then insert the prostate massager part with lots of lube. 

We tried it. It didn't work. The blasted thing just wouldn't go all the way in. So we abandoned the cock ring portion and concentrated on just getting the plug in. As I was sucking on Roger BIKSS moved around a little bit and when he lifted his legs a little (ladies, think stirrups on a gynae chair) it popped right in. Smooth as anything. 

He was a little surprised after having had some difficulty with it the last 10 minutes... so he proceeded to squash Roger and his fellas back through the ring again and we were good to go. 

The vibrations were fun; having a remote control also meant it was easier to cycle through the various patterns (instead of having to reach below to press the button on the plug itself). 

In the style of the traditional circus tagline "The Greatest Show on Earth", I suggested he cum in my pussy instead of my mouth - cos he prefers pussy to mouth in general - and since we had the added stimuli of cock ring AND plug - AND vibrations, I was gunning for The Greatest Cum of All Time. 

We swapped places, and he entered me. And it was the best fuck ever. I'm not kidding. It's the first time I've had a vibrating cock inside me that WASN'T a dildo. Or as I said to him - your ass is vibrating in my pussy! 

The toy gets a definite A plus from us. Having to use lube (and lay a towel under) made it a little unspontaneous, and the initial resistance put up by his arse was a little bit of a hurdle, but once everything was in place (and now that he's figured out how to guide it in more readily) it was all systems go! 

If your guy is open to anal play I highly recommend getting him one of these awesome gadgets! It's good vibrations all around!

Good Morning, Vietnam!

We are back from Ho Chi Minh city where we spent 5 days together. The best part? Cuddling into Daddy's arms at night and HEARING him say goodnight and I love you, instead of just reading it on my fone via text. The only thing that was better than that was waking up to his kisses and his hands languidly fondling me. 

Sex was had, blowjobs were given, vibrator employed, and even anal after a reset spanking because we got into a thing on the last night there. We did go to bed sorted, but I woke up feeling like I needed some resetting and reclaiming. So I told him and he obliged. He clearly decided that putting his fingers, and later on, Roger, up my arse would drive the message home. And it did. It's one of those sure fire ways of making me feel like I'm his again, particularly after a tiff. We talked about whether it was a power thing for him, and decided perhaps it was. Reasserting dominance I suppose. We didn't bring any lube with us. So I was surprised he managed to get Roger up my arse. I was in an adequately submissive state of mind - feeling open and ready in a way I haven't felt in a while - and I didn't squirm or feel bad about having my butthole explored and penetrated (like I oftentimes do).  Turns out my own juices were enough.  

As for other parts of the holiday, well, we ate too much, walked even more, and went slightly mad with the shopping. Not that we bought a whole lot of stuff - more like we would pick up something, go back to the hotel, decide it was really good value for money and hop down to the market again to get more (coffee, tea, cashews & tee shirts were prime suspects). Sometimes within the span of a couple of hours! It's a good (or maybe bad!!) thing that our room was literally a stone's throw from the Ben Thanh market. we were on the opposite side of where the roundabout is  (you can see it in the pics on that link). There was construction going on at the roundabout tho, so walking to some of the other streets were a little cumbersome, but the two roads on the left and right come alive from about 7 every night with a night market. That's where we did most of our shopping!

This is probably one of the most all rounded trips I've taken with BIKSS -

• we got tickets to a cultural show at the opera house, 
• took a dinner cruise on the Mekong river, 
• chilled out with drinks at the rooftop bar of an old hotel, 
• paid a visit to the war museum (where I got way too emotional and had to step out because it got to me), 
• attended Mass at the Notre Dame Basilica, 
• crammed with the crowds along Bui Vien street (or what is known as "backpackers area" on the Saturday they were celebrating Halloween no less), 
• went a little bit Bohemian and ate Banh Mi (which really just means bread, but is understood to stand for the sandwich) from a street vendor along Book Street, 
• shared a flight of beer at a local microbrewery,
• and partook in the best pizzas in Asia at Pizza 4Ps which, luckily for us, was only 5 minutes away on foot. It was so good we ate our first and last meals in Ho Chi Minh there. 

And now... here are some of the trip fotos!

That's honey BIKSS is pouring over a 3 cheese pizza. It's SO GOOD! 

I'm so gonna pour honey on all my pizzas from now on!

The front of the Opera House - lighted up and looking pretty.

BIKSS getting his first ever manicure and a foot massage at the same time, while I got a pedicure. 

We had walked past on the first day and I mentioned we should go in when we have some free time. He couldn't believe it when on day 2 he found himself saying the words, 

"We have time now, shall we go get our nails done?" 

He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he said it.

It was HILARIOUS!

An older woman being a kick-ass Vespa valet at the Backpacker's Area

- a common sight in HCM city.

Traditional Vietnamese Table BBQ - the grill is built into the table and 

when you're done they lift the round grate and replace it with a fresh one for the next guy.

We had venison, squid and wildboar - that was a first for me! Vegetables are complimentary 

- they provide pickled / seasoned ones and also some for chucking on the grill.

Graffiti is a thing on the walls outside the Pasteur Street Brewing Company. 

Writing this instead of our real names was BIKSS' idea. Good call!

Our beer flight. I drank WAY too much. Considering I haven't drunk in almost 2 years!

The Banh Mi vendor at one end of Book Street. 

Sunday Roast - crayons are provided at the table and there's a huge sheet of paper for you 

to scribble and draw on. It gave me something to do while waiting.

The view from the dinner cruise boat.

Went to the pizza place for lunch again before our departure - 

half and half pizzas are the best idea ever!

That's burrata cheese we're both trying for the first time. 

View from the rooftop bar of Caravelle Hotel after the show at the Opera House.

STAIRS. There were many. Everywhere. These ones led up to the microbrewery tap room. We climbed so many flights that by the end of only our second day both of us had aching legs!

This has been possibly the bestest holiday with BIKSS yet!! And now, laundry - and sleep!