Friday Night Fun - A Summary

As some of you might remember, the fun started as I was writing my weekly FFF update!

When I had clicked "publish" on that post I turned around to find that BIKSS had taken off his pants. Roger was hard and ready to go, and he had me take him in my mouth. 

As he reached for my nipples I asked if I could take my top off. He nodded, pleased at my initiative. I also asked if I could remove my underwear, again, he said yes, and cautioned me to be careful and not trip and fall over again... tsk. (I fell on hands and knees taking off my shorts last Wednesday. Read about that here.)

He took his tee off while I was getting naked, and had me kneel in front of him and continue with sucking on Roger. 

Enter the foot-long ruler that he found on my desk. 

Smacks on my butt, smacks on my upper back. 

Gagging, deep-throating, tears forming in my eyes.

We get into bed, and I continue. For a long while, until he tells me to get the cane. 

He puts me perpendicular to his body, and spanks me with his hand. I'm lying over him. Yet he is in control. That strikes (no pun intended) me as funny.  

And the cane now. And the hand again. 

And then follows a good long session of thumb-fucking. 

Yup. Thumb. 

Fingers are fine. They feel good. But when he uses his thumb it feels invasive. I feel impaled. It's different. 

I am open and submit to his probing. 

More spanking. And then I am between his legs again, sucking, gagging, deep-throating. He attacks my nipples. It hurts. I stop what I'm doing and breathe. "Good girl, Daddy's little girl... " I hear him soothe me. Soothe. Yup. Again I think how funny it is that he is soothing me with his words while inflicting crazy burning pain on my nipples. 

He slaps my face, gently. Tenderly. I notice the intensity is different from some of the sessions that we've had before. 

"Are you wet?" 

I nod. 

"Check." 

I freeze. This isn't part of our usual repertoire. Does he want me to touch myself? I move my hand under me, between my legs, tentatively. He encourages me with his gaze. A slight nod. I feel myself and say, "Yes."

"Show me." 

What? I dip two fingers inside myself and remove them, lifting my hand and pulling my fingers apart to show him the string of lubrication - it makes a trail from pussy to finger to finger. 

He seems satisfied. He tells me to lie on my front and enters me from behind. 

"Daddy wants to stay inside you for a bit"... this is code for "DON'T MOVE" so that he is in control of the rhythm of our sex. 

"Hands down," he says. I move my arms which have been at my shoulder level down so that my fingers are pointing to my feet, and he grabs my neck and uses me. 

He turns us so we are lying on the side and when he finally cums he pulls out and lies on his back. I flip around and get up over him. I manage to catch most of it in my mouth, and lick up the rest after he is done. 

As we talk he starts to play with my clit. "Do you want your vibe?" he asks. I say no, because the last time I tried to have a cum it was terribly tiring. Of late I've been having trouble with it, and I really didn't need added pressure, I thought. 

I tell him about the most recent attempt, and he tells me to get the vibe anyway. "I'll help you," he says. 

And so I get the vibe and hold it against myself. He uses his fingers in magical ways, and it doesn't take long for me to cum. 

It's a strong one, and I make a sound, and I don't stop making those sounds because he is inside me fucking my sensitive pussy again. 

I am lost in the sensations and feel a pillow over my mouth. He's muffling the sounds. 

"She's back" he says, meaning the tenant has returned home and is in the room next to mine. 

Ah, that explains the pillow. 

It was all good. Way better than the Friday afternoon I had had. 

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. 

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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. 

Daddy Words

"Get into position on the bed.. I'll be there in a few minutes. 5mins." I got a text.

I did, pulling the blanket over most of my back as I knelt and got into a "presenting" pose. My head was down, arms stretched in front of me above my head.

I was naked - just come in from a shower.

My hands were cold too. I stuck them under the pillows.

I heard the door - Daddy was here. He came into the room.

"Hi Daddy..." I smiled at the sheets beneath me.

He replied hello in his "gentle" voice... one might even say lilting - a tone I'd like to believe he reserves just for me.

I heard the belt come off. Then felt the cool leather wrap around my neck.

Mmm. I'm sure I was purring.

"Well, if the belt is around my neck, at least I know he's not going to be spanking me with it," I think to myself.

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He got off the edge of the bed after he spanked me with his hand, "Stay.."

I wasn't sure that's what he said. He doesn't say that very often. 

"What did you say?"

"Stay." How does he manage to make one syllable sound like it has a tune?

"Where'd you think I was gonna go?" I giggled.

"I don't know. You might decide to get up and run out into the hall, naked. We can't have that can we? Hm?? Can't have my naked little girl running out into the hall can we?"

"No, of course not." I'm smiling down at the sheets again. 

"Not with this belt still around my neck, anyway," I think to myself.

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He got in front of me. 

And pulled my head up. No. Pulled on the belt. My head followed. 

Roger was in front of me. Then he was in my mouth. 

He moved my mouth over his cock in a rhythm that suited him. That belt was his baton. At times he allowed me to decide how I wanted to move over him. But mostly he controlled the pace, the depth, the choking and the gagging. 

"Can little girl take all of him in?" 

[Read : "I want you to put my whole cock in your mouth."]

I gagged. He heard me. I choked on him, and still he fucked the back of my throat. My pussy was ready. 

Blowjobs are like the tide, I think to myself. The ebbs and flows. Sometimes the waves are harder, crash louder; sometimes they're gentle, barely lapping at the shore. One follows another, never ceasing. Of that we are certain. The intensity of each one unknown until it breaks.

"Does my little girl's pussy want to get fucked now?"

*silence* "I can't answer him with his cock in my mouth.. do I stop sucking to form a reply?"

"Say Yes.."

"hmmhpyeshhmp..."

"Say please."

"pmfkklleevf," I ventured

"What? Say please..."

"PMHVVfleeesshhg," I tried a little louder.

"Hm? What was that?"

Oh you evil man. Evil Daddy. 

"Phleeejjze,' I managed this time. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." he said pulling out of my mouth at last. 

"It's really hard to say 'please' when Roger's in my mouth" I whined.

"Uh huh, but you managed." He sounded amused. "You did well."

 "Ughhh," I think to myself.

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He got behind me and pushed me back down on the bed. I was wet and waiting. Roger slid into my pussy. His pussy. 

The belt tightened around my neck. My pussy tightened around his cock. 

Cause. Effect. Simple science.

And finally I stop thinking. All I am aware of is the feel of him encompassing me. 

Euro 2016

So here I am putting up a post from my fone. Why? Cos I'm out at a pub watching the England-Wales match. It's 1-0 to Wales at the mo and I'm not impressed with the game at this point. Also it's really hard to concentrate on anything cos I don't have any underwear on. 

This isn't the norm for me. I'm rather uncomfortable without panties - and I dont't mean psychologically either. It's a physical discomfort. Maybe cos of the heat and humidity, maybe cos I'm just not used to it. 

And maybe cos I'm partially turned on all the time since the slightest movement can be felt in between my legs! 

Daddy was quite happy on the drive here tho, fiddling with my girl parts in the car. So not only am I moist from the warm weather, there is a distinct wetness coming from inside me too! 

It's making me want to get fucked. There I've said it. And now I feel good and slutty! :) 

And since that's not going to happen anytime soon, the least England could do is ... Oh ... Wait ... I do believe they've just scored a goal! Yay! 

Stripped to be Spanked

I have some thoughts on this floating about in my head. 

We usually just make do with whatever state of undress I'm in when BIKSS is spanking me. Often I'm already naked and in bed. But if I'm not, he'll lift a skirt, or pull down my pants / knickers when I'm in position. 

I was reading some stories on Experience Project about dads who spank their teenage daughters, some of them requiring them to strip before a spanking. I suppose it's the humiliation that they're after. I don't agree with this of course, but that's not the point of this post. 

The point is that it got me horny. I know. I felt a little perverted for it. And told BIKSS about it. He is rather more certain that it's the spanking and stripping that registers in my head, and not so much the father-daughter connection. 

I'm relieved to say he's right. Upon investigation I realised that it's the idea of being undressed or being told to strip before a spanking that is causing the tingling in my girly bits. I discussed this a little with BIKSS and I think I know what it is. 

Our spankings tend to be fun, playful even, and definitely lead to arousal on both our parts. During re-sets or grounding spankings things are a little more focused and less haphazard. But I have found myself interjecting with humour to lighten the mood from time to time. 

So I wonder if that is my way of coping - as in, coping with the feeling of being stripped of any last vestiges of power I may still believe I have, coping with being totally humbled before my Dom. I think I should like to experience being instructed to remove my clothing, or have it done for me, and then spanked. I will resist it, I reckon. Or try, as I am wont to do, to make light of the situation. 

Add to this I feel embarrassed about my body (Hey, which one of us doesn't have body-image issues eh? Even if only a little teensy bit?) I think an exercise in nakedness might be in the pipeline. I don't know what this will serve to accomplish, or if it will impact me at all, but I intend to delve further into this topic the next I see BIKSS. I think we will have lots to talk about.

Confident...?

... or embarrassed?

Vulnerable Stance

I was reading Poppy's post and when I came across this bit I actually wanted to skip past it -

"... I feel a little wretched when I stand in front of you and you are fully dressed and you just look at me. I would like very much for you not to look at me at these moments. When you have had your fill (or brought me to a point of tension and embarrassment that pleases you) you turn me away from you and guide me to the bed and you position me on all fours with my head lowered and my bottom raised in the most indecent posture ever devised."

Because it is the ONE thing that I feel totally embarrassed to do too.

Last week as he was getting dressed and I was still mucking about semi-naked (I had just pulled on some knickers) he was sitting on the bed (pulling his socks on I think) and with my back facing him, face poking into my wardrobe I heard him say, "Turn around."

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So I did. There he sat just staring. I felt myself start to fidget the way a 3 year old does after being told to stand still cos they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He just looked. At me. All of me. I didn't know where to rest my gaze - should I look at his body? his face? his eyes? his hair? And what's he looking at now???

It might only have been 5 seconds, but it felt waaaay longer. And then he looked up at me and reminded me that when I did the Survey ages ago I mentioned that I felt most vulnerable standing in front of someone, naked. Well, nothing's changed there! I immediately started talking (that's the quickest way for me to get over an awkward situation) and then as if suddenly unfrozen, I began to move about and eventually collapsed into a sit next to him, feet under me, trying to make myself as small as possible as I confirmed this as fact, and still valid to date.

So reading that post, I could identify.

Do you feel vulnerable standing in front of your partner as he's/she's looking at you? Just looking?

Is there any pose / position your Dom puts you in that makes you feel the most vulnerable?