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. 

Suddenly There He Was

I knew he might be coming over. I didn't know what time.

He let himself into the house, into the room.

The shirt came off, I was midway through updating my scrapbook.

"Come here," his voice was lilting.

"What did I do now?" I asked.

"Nothing, you have 5 minutes to get on your knees and make Roger happy," came the reply.

Later I asked him where this came from, cos it wasn't really his style, not in recent years anyway.

He stated magnanimously that he thought it might be good.

"For you or for me? " I asked. 

"For you. You haven't knelt and sucked on Roger in a while."

"Oh, and what about that Dommy voice?"

"I figured it might be enjoyable." 

"Again, for you or for me?" I was amused now. 

"For you." *He laughs*

"Oh, so you're being selfless and self-sacrificing eh?"

"Totally." 

Sending a Message

I had been reading and came across a post about submission vs. the act of "pretending" to submit. I won't go into the conversation and discussion we had about this, except to say I began to wonder if I really was submitting or did I fall into the "pretending" category. After all, we're not 24/7, most of the time I do my own shit, and with a lot of things DaddyBIKSS doesn't get a say. 

So he said we'd discuss things some more later on if I wanted to, when we went for our walk. The house was empty so he came up for a quick visit before we headed out to our exercise. I had just gotten out of the shower when I saw this - 

So I got on the bed and knelt. Instant wetness. 

He came into the room not 10 seconds after I had gotten into position, naked, hands resting together loosely on my thighs. And he knelt in front of me, kissing me with the warmest kisses ever, fingers brushing my nipples. I asked for Roger, and he obliged, but only after a little bit more pinching and fondling of my tits, which made me gasp and forget about wanting to suck on him temporarily. 

Soon Roger was in front of me and I bent over to take him in my mouth. This led to a change in position from kneeling to being on all fours, head lower than ass. He played with my girly bits while I sucked and licked on his cock; his hands sometimes finding their way across my bum, sometimes grabbing my hair (conveniently done up in a bun); alternately holding me still while fucking my mouth and letting me move over him of my own accord. 

I gagged, I choked, the gurgling noises spurring him on. Roger grew hard and large in my mouth, I struggled to keep his length inside me. "Are you ready for Roger? Does your pussy want Roger now?" I remember nodding but I can't be sure. Maybe I only replied in my head. 

Then he spun me round and had me present with my face on the bed, he stood up behind me at the side of the bed and fucked me from behind. I wailed and hollered, It was deep and he was thrusting in a manner that can only be described as rough and hard. Yet this is the same man who had been kissing me as tenderly as he did 15 minutes ago. I ached and my muscles strained from trying to remain in one spot while he banged into me with such force. Fists clenched at sheets, screams were delivered into the bed. He pulled me up by my hair and stuck a finger in my mouth, while cupping the rest of his hand over half my face. I sucked his digit while he fucked me. And he spanked me. 

Eventually he removed his hand and reached down to pinch my nipple, smacking me intermittently throughout the sex, and then I felt my bum being spread and my butt hole being invaded. He pushed his thumb in without losing his rhythm in my pussy. Slowly, but surely, he was gripping me by my bottom hole and I flopped back down on the bed. I felt open and available and used. Helpless to stop what was being done to me. And I loved it. 

Somewhere along the line, amidst my shrieks and groans, he did the talky thing I like - "Does my little miss Roger? Does she miss her Daddy?" You know nothing's sexier than Daddy referring to himself as Daddy right? To me anyway. That might have elicited some mmm-ing noises from me. 

After he came I lay still but he was still hard inside me. So he continued pumping and playing with my body until he was satisfied. 

Hello? I heard him say.

I whined a response. To let him know I was still conscious. No, I hadn't passed out. Yes, I'm still here. 

Almost as if to say Good, then I'll go on, he resumed playing with my body - holes, clit, tits. His girl's body.

After he slid Roger out and we were done with our clean up he lay in bed and we cuddled face to face. We talked about how I felt, if my butt was doing ok, and basically did a debrief of the session, the way we sometimes do when we do stuff that isn't found on our usual menu. It was all positive, I told him how wet I got just getting into a kneeling position for him, not being afraid (like I sometimes am) when he began to poke into my butt, and how being in the right headspace helps me be more receptive to less frequently done things. 

"And I don't think you were pretending were you?"

A light went off in my head. And I smiled at him. His smile back and a kiss on my forehead was all the reassurance I needed. 

At Your Feet

I flit from dining table to kitchen, from room to couch, I'm busy with coming home from the store and you let me. 

You sit at the dining chair and have your fruit. You don't eat enough fruit. I wish you would. No matter, I'll feed you :)

As you watch me I try to hurry about my business. Putting away groceries, slinging the bag up onto its place among the others. I get you some water, and bustle about to be ready for you. 

Will you shower? Here's a towel. I'll put it in the bathroom for you shall I?

You browse thru whatever brochure or magazine your hand can reach. We chat about nothing and everything at the same time. 

When I emerge from the bedroom after putting away my watch, I see you on the chaise. Sitting with your legs over the side. You reach out your hand, arm outstretched, towards me. 

And immediately I know. I come to you and, holding you for support, I kneel between your feet and sit on my own calves. 

In that instant my world calms. Nothing else is important. I settle into your presence and feel your aura enveloping me, stilling my frenzy. 

You hold on to my hand, or stroke my cheek with the back of your fingers. You kiss my forehead as I breathe in your scent; I look up at you as you curl a hand around my throat. 

At your feet I am my strongest, I am visible, I am whole, and I am loved.

He Remembered

...that I should kneel on Friday night.

So he pointed to the floor beside where he was and sat up so that I could kneel in front of him.

But he seemed uncomfortable. Well, perhaps not *uncomfortable* but not the MOST comfortable.

So I suggested that he should lie back and prop his head up so he can still see me. And I spent a most blissful time kneeling beside the bed, my head on his thigh, or upright when I became a little too animated during my story-telling.

Roger found his way into my mouth. And I eventually found my way onto the bed. Not for my benefit tho, oh no. It's just that Roger enjoys my tongue on him much more when I approach him from a particular angle and there was no way for me to do that from my position on the floor.

"Touch yourself... and tell me if you're wet for me."

"Well, no, but I can be... I'm wet on the inside.. .it's just..."

That got cut off with a hand around my neck.

"Are you wet or not... it was a simple question."

"There's no simple way to..."

"Yes, or No?"

*gasp*

*eyelids flutter close*

*heavy breathing*

He grunted something about being wet for him and just wanting to know if I was ready for him to fuck my pussy...

But I can't quite recall exactly.

He chucked me off him and face down onto the bed and climbed behind me.

As he spread my lips and pushed against my entrance I heard him growling into my ear with satisfaction -

"Oh yeah, she's wet alright. Wet and ready for me to enter her."

Vikings

I've just been watching the History Channel's "Vikings" and in episode 2 the Earl's wife reassures and comforts him by coming and kneeling in front of him.

Yummy.

I mentioned it to BIKSS - that the scene was meaningful to me. And now guess who gets to kneel for him this Friday...

My Good Girl Spanking

You can't get up yet!

Why not?

You haven't spanked me :)

That's right.. On your tummy.. Cane, paddle, spatula, hand or belt?

kinda like this only we're both naked and he's kneeling beside me

Too many choices! I don't know!!

Ok then, kneel on the floor, tummy on the bed.

I get into position and he kneels beside me, then he spanks me with his hand. Hard.

Ok, not THAT hard, but in this position the skin on my bum and the back of my thighs is stretched and everything hurts more.

And my legs aren't lying against the mattress so it feels like the force is travelling through my whole thigh instead of being stopped by the bed that is usually under me.

And it feels like my flesh is wobbling with each spank! So I try and keep my leg muscles taut without clenching my butt cheeks. It's NOT easy!

BIKSS is smacking me harder now and I'm squirming and moaning into the mattress. Then when he's done he rubs me and I complain with all my usual ouchie sounds.

So he gets directly behind me and uses the front of his body to rub away my pain... But of course Roger wants to see what's going on too!

Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you.

But why? I wail.

He laughs. You want me to fuck you?

Don't I always!

He pushes Roger up against my pussy but the angle is a little off, so I arch a little, move my hands to the back and pull my butt cheeks apart so it's easier for him to push into me.

I like that, loads! Holding myself open while he plunges into me, kneeling on the floor, screaming into the bed... Oh, I like that very much :)

He likes it too...

Snippets - Excuse Me Please, My Mind's a Little Hazy

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Spanked To Tears - Yes This is the One / Kneeling

OK here it is. 

At last count, THIS was the decision that we made on the whole spanked-to-tears issue. 

Well, we got there today. 

I was having an awful day. I woke up hungry and by the time I could actually eat lunch it was 3 hours later. In the middle of cooking the service guy came so I had to abandon that midway.  And then because things weren't working the way they're supposed to I spent a good portion of time after he left trying to solve tech issues. It's a small miracle I have any internet connection at all.  (And no, the problem still hasn't been solved although we now know what the cause of it is.) Appointments were clashing into each other, everyone seemed to be on flexi-time. My internet service provider thought "serving you shortly" meant 27 minutes of being put on hold. I was hungry, my coffee was getting warm (I'm an iced hazelnut latte kinda gal) and my nerves were frazzled.

BIKSS was supposed to come over after 9 but a change of plans meant he could pop round earlier. In the end he managed to get a quick round of grounding spanks in before the others (a girlfriend with relationship problems, and the father of my godchild who's my IT guru)  showed up. I also managed to sit at his feet a little bit as he ate dinner - and then the circus began. 

May I Kneel For You?

May I kneel for you?
May I sit on my ankles and rest my head on your lap?
May I bury my face in your thigh and inhale your scent?

May I kneel for you?
We could talk, or sit in silence.
We could watch the telly, or share a bite.
We could just be.

May I kneel for you?
As you reach for my face with the back of your fingers,
Your hands relaxed and free of the day's tensions,
As you stroke my cheek and I feel my own tensions disappear.

May I kneel for you?
As you extend your arm,
And rest your palm on the top of my head,
As you watch my eyes fill with relief at the comfort your stroking brings.

For when I kneel for you,
I am comforted
I am free and unburdened
I am whole
I am bursting with joy
I am perfect
I am yours.

I am all this,
For you make it so.

Quickie Post - Self-Imposed Submission?

I was finishing up some reading (blog-reading that is) before bed and more and more I was seeing stuff about submission, surrender and the like (no sher, Shitlock!). 

So I'm thinking to myself - it's one thing to do what you're told (and love doing it) when he's giving you instructions right there and then. It's another to be obeying him long-distance (and feeling the power he has over you). But recently when I was watching Spiderman with a couple of friends I was missing BIKSS something crazy and halfway thru the movie I managed to tuck my feet under me so I was kind of kneeling but sitting on my ankles on the seat in the cinema, and somewhere inside I dedicated that posture to him. And I felt much better after that.

And this was NO instruction. He didn't ask it of me. There was no precedence for this behaviour. Well, ok, maybe a little. I like kneeling for him and because I spent a portion of movie nite (the day before) in this position with BIKSS at home, maybe something in my brain just figured I'd feel more connected to him if I were in the same pose - and as it turned out, I did. 

Do any of you do stuff that you haven't been instructed to do, so you can feel a little closer to your men when you're not with them?

Hysteria and Spanking

Last night was awesome. I like having awesome nights.

BIKSS collected me from my workplace and we drove home. On SNP's recommendation, I got myself a copy of the movie Hysteria (2011).

Catch the trailer here :

Then go get yourself a copy of the film to watch with your significant other. We had a wonderful time of it - but that could also be because I abandoned my seat next to BIKSS halfway through to finish the blowjob I started earlier (and aborted so I could shower and eat... yes, I was being a tease) and so I really might watch it again since I missed some of it.

After I cleaned Roger up with a warm towel, we resumed watching the film with him draped on the couch and me kneeling on a cushion by his side and feeding both of us some kiwifruit from the fridge. I liked being on the floor by him, kneeling, sitting on my ankles, really. It felt right. Comfortable. 

After the movie I asked BIKSS if he wanted to continue watching Spartacus and he said "You ready for your spanking?" I said Yes and his reply was "Then we don't need Spartacus."

Ooohhh the tingles that went through me. Of course I was all calm and collected as I shut down the lappy and turned off the telly but inside I was doing cartwheels! The impending spanking was enough to thrill me, add to that the fact that he asked me so formally and in that undertone of his, I was over the moon with tummy-twisting anticipation. Into the bedroom we went.

This is the grand total of last night's session:

~50 hand spanks on the left cheek (I counted 55 but he said I must have skipped a few)

~approx 35 lashes with the suede leather belt (brought over a while ago but we never got round to trying)

~10 with the spoon (not so bad this time round, cos my butt was nice and warmed up I suspect)

~too many whips with the flogger - I didn't bother counting cos he was having SUCH a good time with it

~4 with his new (read: stiff) leather belt that he had worn that day - I asked him to try out just ONCE to see how the newness of it affected the sting. IT WAS PAINFUL! Clearly when I say 1 time he multiplies that as he feels like it. So 4 was what I got. When I complained he said he knew it would hurt crazy. So why didn't he just tell me, I asked... apparently so I'll be more careful about what I suggest in the future. 

Note to self - if you want to know if something is gonna hurt more, ask him. Don't ask him to TRY IT ON YOU.  Cos if he KNOWS the answer, you could spare yourself some serious pain. 

So take all that, add tons of cuddle time, drop a generous spattering of hand spanks in between everything and you've got a good idea of what my night entailed. 

Oh, and of course, another blowjob to say thank you for the spanking. 

And I've also realised one more thing that I like to do these days - I usually end up tearing from the gagging during a cock-worshipping session, not because he pushes Roger into me, but because I push myself as far over his cock as I can - cos I love his reaction when I do. So I'm literally gagging myself! Is that perverted? Maybe. But the pleasure it brings him makes it all worth it!