Monday Funday (II)

You can read part (I) HERE

We flopped side by side on the bed and because there was nothing else except My Little Pony on the telly, we ended up half watching that while cuddling and chatting. BIKSS pinched and played with my right nipple lazily, and I felt the pain. It hurt. But there was no reaction down south. I thought it strange. It was always a hot spot for me - if he ever wanted a quick turn-me-on all he had to do was pinch a tit. 

We continued chatting, I breathed in his scent and rubbed my face in his chest, and he reached for the other nipple. After some twisting and pulling I said "Daddy I think my nipples are broken." 

I explained. "You know how after a time these books / websites talk about training and breaking a sub? Like draining all the protest and objection out of her, leaving a completely pliable, compliant sub to do as she is instructed? Well I think you broke my nipples. They're not complaining or reacting - they're just saying 'Pain.' and then not doing anything about it." 

He laughed. We talked about the post on childhood fantasies - how the comments mainly centred around a fascination with spanking... and how that reminded me that even though my fantasies didn't involve spanking and were for the purposes of sexual arousal, the ONE scene that I can recall that was even before the time of my prepubescent sexual-discovery-awakening was a Who's the Boss episode where Tony Danza either threatens or manages to get Alyssa Milano over his knee for a spanking. The details are hazy. But that then led me to fantasising about Scott Baio (Charles in Charge) spanking ME otk. 

All that talk about spanking made Daddy's fingers twitch. He reached for his belt but WAIT! I had toys! I brought a couple of our DIY slappers with me. "I think this conversation about spanking would go down better if you were actually spanking me, Daddy." Yes. I am a crazy person. 

'Fingers' on the left, and 'The Twins' on the right

And he did. I have missed playing with our little spankers and I have found a new portable favourite spanking toy. The Twins deliver a good sharp whack over a relatively small area, suitable for concentrated play or, if the spanker so desires, can also be employed over larger surfaces by increasing the total number of spanks. BIKSS spanked one cheek then the other, we talked about punishment vs penance. Again. And I get it. I get that most of the time it's ME needing the absolution, not HIM wanting to punish me. But, just maybe, MAYBE, "The next time we play, can you maybepretendthatyou'repunishingmecosithinkimightenjoyit?" I said very quickly and not without embarrassment. I put my hands over his eyes so he couldn't see me and he laughed. "OK," he said, "we can definitely do that."

"We're definitely going to have to have a safeword for THAT one. I'm not sure what it'll do to my psyche. But I'm really curious to see what happens."

And then he went to town on my ass. He sat up behind me, pinning me face down on the bed with his knees straddling my legs, and my butt burned with the swats those two tiny rectangular pieces were causing. I wriggled and yelped under him, at times tempted to clench then remembering quickly enough that it would only make the spanks land more painfully. I moved my toes and my feet in an attempt to move SOMEthing cos I couldn't move my hips out of the way... much. They seemed to wiggle of their own accord, and BIKSS must have enjoyed that because the rain of ouches stopped abruptly enough and I found my legs being pushed apart and his cock at my pussy, entering my drenched hole. 

When did that happen? 

He held my wrists and thrust into me while I squirmed under him, a combination of wanting more of him - deeper, faster, - and bucking to try to minimise skin-to-skin contact against my hot throbbing bottom as he slammed his hips into me again and again. 

I clenched my bum cheeks and ground my hips backwards against him. He released my wrist, pushed himself up for a better angle perhaps? Then shifted his weight to one side, increasing his tempo as he did so. I could feel him getting harder inside me, the tip of his cock pulsing against my insides as he fucked me harder and harder, with only ONE intention. 

"Fuck yeah, Daddy's coming," he barely managed before he pulled out and shot his cum all over my still warm butt cheek. The left one, mostly. For some reason that detail made its way into my brain. 

After wiping me up we lay together and cuddled some more. Well, that was an afternoon well spent, I thought. 

I was wrong. There was more. 

"Do you think that when I read stuff I get more subby?" I asked. 

He said yes. 

"Do you get more horny and excited when I'm more subby?"

His answer was a hand against my left inner thigh, indicating that I should splay my legs, whereupon he proceeded to tease my clit once more. 

I sucked in air through my teeth as the sudden jolt of electricity made me tingle all the way down to my toes. I knew what he was going to do, but the sensations still caught me off guard. (Can anyone actually be ON guard when there's a finger touching your clit?)

"You're touching me different," I venture. I'm trying to figure out what he's doing that's making me feel so damned fucking good. 

"No I'm not. I've touched you this way before. I do it all the time. But you're just feeling it different cos you're ready for it, horny. YOU are feeling different. I'm just touching your clit the same way I always have." 

Somehow hearing him talk like that made me wetter. It was ridiculous. I felt, silly, but powerful at the same time. He dipped a finger in. I gasp. He pulls out and uses my juices as lubrication as he continues to fondle my clit again. He does this, irritatingly slowly, again and again, dipping in, pulling out. Alternating between clit and cunt a million times. I want his cock. But maybe this is all it's going to be. 

Daddy playing with his little girl's pussy. 

I swoon a little inside. Then his hand is gone. 

And Roger is pushing his way into me. 

*I make a little victory fist pump internally*

And Roger, well, he's pumping me internally too. 

"Fuck me, Daddy, that feels so good... fuck my pussy." I start to say something else but am interrupted by a low moan and BIKSS grunting that he's gonna cum. 

So colour me well and truly fucked. That was 3 rounds in 2 hours. 

It's been a while since we've had that sort of action!

Monday Funday (I)

It started with an ebook. It's called Act Your Age. So anyway, it's a DDlg story and I've been getting slightly hot and bothered. Ok, a bit more than slightly. 

I send teasing texts. BIKSS answers with his own suggestive replies. Over a couple of days things build, and last night I got this text - 

Hmmm. Just had a thought... you kneeling, naked with your knees slightly apart. Me behind you with my right hand between your thighs playing with your clit. My left holding your neck. Your body held tight to mine. Listening to you gasp each time I touch your clit. Having you push down on my hand when a finger slips into you  feeling you shudder as each touch on your clit sends a jolt of sensations coursing through your body.

Well, I'm one of those people, see, who likes reading this sort of thing. It's the suggestion, the anticipation, the knowledge that the person saying all this is well and truly capable of doing exactly what he promises.

Today we had lunch at the dim sum place again. The manager came over mid-meal to say hello and let us know that the staff were just last week mentioning that they hadn't seen us in a while. Well, ok, now I feel bad for not returning sooner. And then after our meal he brought us a complimentary bowl of mango sago pomelo each. I mean, now it was BIKSS' turn to feel like maybe we should pay them a visit again soon-ish, perhaps the next time we plan to have lunch together LOL. I don't think a restaurant has ever made us feel *this* guilty / obliged.

Free dessert

Mid meal pic

After lunch he asked what we should do. I said Let's go and play!

And play we did. 

We got our room and very soon my clothes came off and I was naked and kneeling on the bed. It was exactly as BIKSS had described it in his text the night before. Everything felt magnified somehow for my knowing what was coming. 

He twisted a nipple, then the other. One hand always on my pussy, circling my clit, touching it, stroking, rubbing. I shivered, partly from the cold, but mostly from the tingling that filled my entire torso, from ear to cunt. 

He switched hands every now and again, for better access, and each time he removed his hand from the spot it had been working on I felt at once respite and dismay. Over and over he moved his fingers from my neck to my breast, from nipple to clit, and by the time he slipped a finger inside me I was good and sopping.

I groaned, I whined, I gasped, shuddered, whimpered. He brought out an entire repertoire of sounds. 

He got off the bed and undressed before resuming his position behind me. I reached back to grip Roger but I wasn't much use at anything for there was only so much I could think about doing with my hands whilst trying not to collapse onto the bed from the finger-fucking he was giving me. Then those same fingers were in my mouth; I licked them clean and they remained there to keep my lips apart, the heel of his hand propping my chin up, as he abandoned my pussy for a time and pinched and twisted my nipples at great length instead. 

I would have doubled over into a full crouch from the pain if not for those fingers holding my head tilted up and back, leaning, nay, supported by his shoulder. "Good girl," he said, over and over again. It had been a long time since I heard those words in a setting such as this. "Good girl."

He knew what those words do to me. He knew what I needed. He turned me around and kissed me. His mouth insistent, one hand around my neck, the other on my tit? Clit? I don't recall. My hands were free to hold his cock, now in front of me at last. I moved one hand up and down over his length, my other cupping his balls, tracing my nails over the skin. Pulling away from my face he let me work on Roger for a few more seconds. My eyelids fluttered between closed and just barely open as I concentrated on the hard phallus between my fingers and his firm hand around my neck.

A slap fell across my right cheek. I gasped. I felt myself get wetter. I had barely registered the pain when another landed on my left. At least I didn't feel lopsided. 

Satisfied that I had had enough he lay down and I knelt beside him, sitting on my heels, as I sucked on Roger, my tongue finding the terrain of his cock welcomingly familiar. He smelled fresh, like just-done laundry. I still wonder right up to today how he manages that. It could be mid-day, it could be post-dinner. It didn't matter what time of day it was. I only know I'm lucky to always have a clean cock in my mouth when Daddy wants a blowjob. 

And he wanted a blowjob. He didn't have to say anything. As I worked on him and teased the ridge just under his head he finally did it. The familiar smack of his hand making contact with my ass, and the smarting on first one cheek and then the other, then alternating between the two, made me even more eager to please him, please his cock. 

It wasn't a serious spanking, pffft, it was nothing as far as spankings go, but it was enough in that moment for me to let out a moan around Roger. Daddy liked that. He himself couldn't hold back and a low growl escaped his throat. He grabbed my hair to push me down hard as he fucked my mouth. 

"Don't stop. Daddy's gonna cum," he muttered. Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping. Yes, I wanted his cock in my pussy, but I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I guess I was just being a greedy little girl. 

But we had lots of time, we had the room for 2 hours... I was certain the afternoon wasn't over...

Not Just Clothes on Shein and All Sorts of Pain + a PS

Two totally unrelated topics, I know. But I just had to tell you this. 

Last Friday when I was in bed with a sore foot, I actually was quite naughty asking BIKSS if he had given any thought as to how we could have sex despite the inconvenience! LOL. He said no, but I admitted that I was thinking about it. Haha. The sex was good sex, with a round two blowjob after. But the thing that made it super hot that night was that we played with our crop, on my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (WITH undies on).. and then because it was a bit noisy we went and got the cane instead. On my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (still with undies on)...  and then he used it on my face... just a tap, enough to sting but no serious lashings. I loved it. Can I just say (again) I really love the cane? 

And we talked a bit about him inflicting pain. In the past he always maintained that he only enjoyed it because he could see how much I  enjoyed receiving the pain. But then pain in itself doesn't turn me on. It's submitting to his pain that does. But if he doesn't want to inflict said pain, then am I submitting to something he wants in the first place? And by the same roundabout theory, if I don't ENJOY the pain for the pain itself, then why bother causing it? HAHA. OK. Anyway, I've been trying to work this out for the longest time, but recently when I've asked him the same question, he's gotten more and more comfortable with the idea that he enjoys hurting me. He does enjoy inflicting pain, he admits. Well then, that's that dilemma solved, I say. 

And he loves to inflict pain on my nipples because I "react" he says. Well, ok, I do like the pinching and twisting BEFORE sex. Or DURING. It really is a magic button. Heh.

But the other thing about nipples... I wrote something about it at the beginning of this blog, I can't remember where (and I've spent too much time trying to look for it, in vain) - one of my exes, wait maybe 2, used to do this thing where they'd sit next to me and cross their arms and use their fingers, hidden under the other arm, to reach across and fiddle with my nipples. I didn't like it. It used to annoy me. Even worse was that I'd told them so but they didn't respect my wishes for it to stop, instead they both insisted "But no one can see... ". But that wasn't the point was it? Pffft. 

So when BIKSS started doing that (IN BED, IN BED, in the privacy of the bedroom because he's a stickler for proper behaviour in public, right down to covering a yawn - yes I get told off every single time, and not with the fondness of a lover but with the sternness of an authoritarian!) I initially flinched and told him that it made me feel cheap and like a piece of meat. 

He reassured me that 1) I'm his sub and he will touch me where he pleases, 2) he only wants to touch my nipples because he loves how they feel in his hands, and he enjoys touching my body in general, 3) that every time he touches them he'll remind me of number 2. And for the most part he has, in the beginning anyway. But I realised that I must have learnt this lesson some time ago, cos I would somehow make mention of it before he did. And that night wasn't any different. 

"I don't like it, but I like it you know?" I told him. "I mean, I'm still not thrilled at having my nipples twiddled with just lying here and hanging out together, but I *do* like that you do it anyway because it reminds me that I'm submitting to you." 

"I know," he said simply. 

And now, on that nipply note, I found these on Shein as I was looking for some white tees for my cousin, since it was free-shipping-day. OK, admittedly they didn't appear out of nowhere. I was searching for nipple covers. And THEN they popped up! (And yes, they sell nipple covers too!)

And since they were so cheap ($3 bucks each, local ccy) I got them both before BIKSS answered my question of "Which one do you think I should get". His answer was also "Ooh, both".

But while I was there, on the "body jewellery" page, I found some other things :

Pretty things no? One doesn't have to only shop the VS site for such things no more.

And then I saw they had a "personal care" section under BEAUTY so I went browsing.... and compiled this bunch of pictures. Wanna play? I'm going to have them numbered... and if you like you can write down what you think they are in the comments below! (Some of them are pretty easy, but others may be less commonly seen in your part of the world.)

And with that I shall bid you all a Happy Week Ahead!

My mood pic today ~

ANOTHER HUGE PS - The announcement this time -  Bleue's blog is back up! And if you already knew this, I'm sorry. I'm kinda late to the party. Thank goodness she popped by yesterday to leave a comment here. Go visit, or make a new friend. Her "about" page is linked here. 

Thursday Thai and Sweaty Thighs

He was having a busy day.  AND we were supposed to go pick up another carton of rescued chippies that evening, well, 2 to be precise, and then drop one off at another location on the way home. I'm so grateful that BIKSS is supportive of my rescue missions. And is willing to shuttle me all over the place. I promised, when I asked him for help, that I would be extra sweet and submissive as payment in kind.

I told him I might even go without underwear that evening. That's ONE thing I thought would help him get through the day. And because I don't want to be a tease I decided early on that "might" actually was just a cheeky way of saying "definitely will".

As we drove to our dinner location he placed his hand between my legs. I was warm, having just come from a neighbour's flat where I had gone to drop off some stuff, and at the same time taken the opportunity for a quick "tour" around her recently renovated abode. So his icy fingers were quite welcome, sandwiched as they were between my now-beginning-to-sweat thighs. 

Of course before too long his fingers inched upwards to my puss. 

"You know, women don't look appealing at all when they have their legs spread like that... with a hand up their hoohas," I remarked. 

"Oh? They look very appealing to me."

Dinner was at a restaurant we'd seen but never tried before. It turned out to be pretty darn satisfactory. Service was prompt, the staff, friendly. It faced the marina and there was a gentle breeze all evening, and best of all, the establishment wasn't crowded so we didn't have to deal with noisy diners. 

Fried seabass in sweet Thai chilli sauce - that's a whole fish right there. I took half of it home.

 

 

Tom Yum Mushroom soup which was neither overly sour nor spicy. Quite delicious.

Kangkong / water convolvulus / water morning glory Tempura with Green Curry Sauce / Gravy - rich and a little too sweet, but not spicy at all.

Green papaya salad - delicately tangy with a mild fish sauce, no spice, and also, apparently, non digestible as I woke up with a belly ache the next morning. And according to my boss, it's a known cause of bloatedness.

I'll definitely want to go back there! 

When we were done with our chippie rescue mission I came back to find the smaller red dress (yes, I did order another one and it arrived pretty quickly!) had been taken out of the dryer and placed on my bed. 

"Look, this is the smaller size... still not as fitted, but I can definitely work with this!" I held it up against my torso. 

"Oh, put it on, put it on!"

I pulled off my black tee shirt dress and as I slipped the red dress on I noticed his eyes lingering greedily on my naken puss. 

"You just wanted me to try it on so you could look at my pussy!" 

"Well, no, I wanted to see what the dress looked like on you, but as you pulled the other one over your head I was like - mmmmm naked pussy... "

Tsk. Anyway he thought it looked nice, the dress, not the pussy. Well, wait, that too, but that's not what I'm talking about. 

And as I pulled it off and put the dress I'd been wearing back on he said "Why are you getting dressed?"

"Well because my pussy's been naked twice now and you seem to be rather disinterested in it... so I may as well put on some clothes!" 

He pulled me on all fours onto the bed and flipped my skirt up. Then brushed my slit with his thumb and then he was gone. For the first time since forever I actually vocalised the words "Oh, don't stop..."

"Who says I'm stopping?" 

He had paused to climb into bed with me and proceeded to see to a finger fucking - one I sorely needed but didn't realise till now. Evidently walking around panty-less wasn't just a turn on for HIM. 

He stood up and took off his trousers and I turned to face him, mouth open. I meant to clean my juices off his hand but instead he shoved Roger in my mouth. I did eventually get to lick myself off his fingers but was soon back on Roger. His hands, now clean and free of the task of unbuttoning his shirt soon reached for their favourite landmarks on my body. He found my nipples and pulled and pinched them thru my dress. It hurt. He seldom does it, but when he pinches and flicks his hand upward almost as if plucking them off my body, well, they hurt something awful. 

But the sound that escaped my lips somehow didn't convey the message stop. In fact it came out sounding like I was enjoying it and wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. 

"Good girl."

Sniffle

He grabbed my hair and used my mouth and I got slapped on both sides of my face. I'm impressed with the precision and care he took in doing so. First slapping my right cheek with his left hand, then swapping hands so that he kept his hold on my hair and then proceeding to slap the other side of my face with his right. 

And again, "Good girl."

As the tears rolled down my face he once again pulled me close, gagging with abandon, and held my head against his body. Then pounding his cock into my throat with his hips he leaned over me and spanked my bottom. A quiet hand spanking - I don't know how - but he did it. It hurt too, having received them on stretched butt cheeks.

He got me on my back and I thought he was ready to fuck, but he knelt up and shoved Roger in my mouth as he fingered me again.

Then more hair grabbing. No. Pinning. He grabbed my hair and held it down, resting his weight on his hand, meaning I could move my head as it was stuck against the pillow. Making it really difficult to move in an in-and-out motion. So what was a girl to do? He was coming at me from the side so all I could manage was sucking on the tip of his cock while trying to stick my tongue out to the right to reach towards his balls. It was terribly unglamorous but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, later on he admitted that he didn't realise he had my head pinned to the pillow even. 

*rolling my eyeballs so hard right now*

As he fucked me he leaned right up to my face, we kissed, we tongued, then he teased, pulling away. Thru half-lidded eyes I caught a glimpse of a string of saliva emanating from his lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth to receive it. He managed that twice before he gave in. 

"Daddy's going to cum. And I'm going to cum all over your face." 

He pulled out and moved to the side of me as he emptied himself into my mouth and on my cheek, a drop or two falling on my collarbone. 

"At least you don't have to clean any cum off your tummy today." He's nothing if not considerate. 😒

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Fetch the cane. 

*I don't move.*

Fetch the cane... go on. 

*I still don't move.*

"Five... four...."

I jump out of bed and go to the toy drawer. "Which one do you want?"

"Any one."

"I don't know. You choose."

"The thicker one. The other one is noisier."

Shoulda known.

He kept his promise of delivering more hearty smacks. 

But before he began he tried it out on his own arm. And he winced and grimaced. And as he got started on my bum I heard him grumbling, "There's no fucking way I'm letting anyone do that to me, it bluddy hurts... " 

*Smack smack smack*

I thought it was funny... here he was, proclaiming that it was bloody painful and there was no way in hell he would ever be on the receiving end of that cane... but yet he was quite happy to DELIVER those strokes.

The tappety taps weren't as light as his usual ones. I told him I didn't know what to call them now - how do I describe them on my blog?

"Thwackety-thwacks" he offered. 

And then he got the OTHER cane out of the drawer anyway.

I mean, what was the point of choosing eh?

So there you have it. Oh, wait. there *I* got it. Two canes, some medium thwackety-thwacks, and a bunch of heavy swooshes in between. And not very *far* between, mind you. It used to be that the heavy swooshes would make up about 20% of his strokes; this time it felt more like 40%.

And then as if to say, "Let's see how much you can take," he went ahead and gave me the last 10 or 15 or so in a medium-heavy weight, in quick succession. OW! Oh, but was I in pain. I *have* learned, though, that the more you tense up your butt, the worse it hurts. And so I left my bottom and thighs as relaxed as I knew how, while I breathed as deeply and evenly as I could, and the rest of me (arms and shoulders especially) tensed up as I braced myself for each stroke to come. [It takes some serious muscle control, let me tell you.]

Does anyone else perspire when receiving a particularly painful spanking? 

Well, I do... and that is how I came to end the evening with sweaty thighs once again.

There's my mood pic today right there  - 👆

The One Day I Got Horny (3)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

He pinches my left nipple. I moan. He's encouraged by this. Moves his hand down to my slit. 

"Oh Daddy but I just cleaned up... don't make me wet again?"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"What? You can clean up again."

"I know but..."

He's moved back to my nipple. 

"Don't get wet, don't get wet, don't get wet... " I chant. To distract myself from the intermittent flashes of pain that are coming from my tit. For if I let myself enjoy the pain, then SURELY she would get wet again.

"Oh a challenge?" he raises an eyebrow. 

And at this point I know I am doomed. 

"No. Not at all. Merely me trying to be in control of my pussy." Is that an adequate response? I wonder, but if I'm to be honest, I know it was probably the most useless thing I had said all night. 

And now he's twisting my nip and pinching and pulling with renewed vigour. I'm on my back, my knees are bent and legs apart. He's lying on his side, and his face is almost touching mine. His breath is hot on my cheek. I hear him growl into my ear. "Get wet. Now." 

I'm a goner. I swear she's dripping. He suspects so too. And goes to check. He mutters something in approval but I'm already too far gone to hear him. I'm concentrating on his fingers pounding my pussy. He doesn't just slip in and out, he's finger-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm squirming and panting and flipping my head to the left and right, ridiculous, really, as there's no bluddy use in doing that is there? My head could drop off and my pussy would still be at the mercy of his fingers. 

Eventually he relents and pulls out, and for 2 seconds, between the time he takes to exit my cunt and land on my clit, I begin to calm down. Then he's on my bud, circling it, big circles, little circles; light strokes, firm strokes; slowly sliding his fingers over my nub, eventually working his way up to full on rubbing. 

I'm twitching and twisting every way imaginable. He stops. And takes advantage of my renewed wetness to enter me again. 

On and on, he plays this game, alternating between fingering my cunt and torturing my clit. 

"It occurs to me," I venture, my voice catching between sharp intakes of breath, "that whenever your fingers come out of me I get the sense that you mean to imply you're giving my pussy a rest."

He smiles his evil smile. 

"But then you go on and play with my clit with such determination that I would like to inform you that it is, in fact, not restful for me at all!"

He chortles. I catch him in a smirk. I call him on it. 

"I'm not smirking," he says. "This is smirking" he demonstrates, without letting up on my clit at all. "I'm doing this."

Well, thank you for that lesson, Daddy. But it makes no difference whether you think what you're doing is smirking or not. For I know you're enjoying this way too thoroughly and I'm getting exhausted from all the heavy breathing and panting. 

"I need a rest Daddy. Pussy needs rest?"

He pauses. Leans in.

"No." 

A matter-of-fact No. Nothing wicked. Nothing nefarious. No teasing in it. No twinkling eye. Just a flat No. 

And I get wetter. She's a wretched thing! Has a mind of her own and I hate her for it. 

I wriggle for what feels like a long time, but is probably 15 seconds, and try again.

"Please Daddy... pussy needs rest..." this time I'm whining. 

And again, without skipping a beat with his fingers, "No."

Argh. And again, that familiar jolt of electricity shoots through my belly, down between my legs. 

I feel helpless. And I relish in that feeling. Play with me. Toy with me. Do whatever you want to do with me. I'm in no pain, no risk of injury, no dire hardship, you know? 

Honestly, he didn't need to stop. And he knew it. And I knew it.

Submission Friday - Pussy Spanking / Slapping

After the week of stress with the mother and other stupid people in general, I was happy to hear that BIKSS had gotten the car back from the workshop. This meant we'd have a little more freedom in planning our date. He was also going to be off from work a little earlier than usual, so we could meet ahead of the usual time. 

We decided to take advantage of the extra time we had to catch dinner (quick simple meal at Long John Silver's) AND a movie. I wanted to watch the latest WW84 movie so we ended up getting tickets for a couple seat (which is usually situated at the very back of the theatre) at a cinema that's pretty out of the way and not very popular. There was a total of 8 people in the cinema! 

I enjoyed the film more than BIKSS did I think, but then that's because I think it gives women a sense of what would happen if we could be strong like her and didn't have to put up with the cat-calls and harassment we get from guys from the time we're old enough to be a blip on their radar. It gets tiring having to ignore and walk past idiots who think telling a female stranger 

you're pretty, 

what's the hurry, slow down babe, 

you should let your hair down, 

hey give us a smile,  

is perfectly ok and that we should be thankful that they bother to even notice us. Argh. Can we teach boys to stop this please?

After the movie we came back to my place, and as I'm on my period (yay finally a 28 day regular cycle!) we thought (ok, I thought) it would just be a night of warm comfy cuddling. 

BOY was I wrong. BIKSS was trying to hug me without touching all the "sexy" bits, and I teased him about it, saying that I appreciated how he was very careful to place his arm across me without going too low and hitting my butt / groin, but not too high that he ends up resting on my boobs. He tends to stay away from danger zones that might get me turned on during my bleed so as not to get me horny because we can't have sex. And, again, I do appreciate it heaps.

But somehow while talking about it he ended up on my nipple and immediately my brain switched gears and I thought, as a sub I really ought to let him do whatever he wishes regardless of whether I could have sex or not. And it felt really good so I let out a moan. He was encouraged by that. "You're being a mean daddy..." And I think he switched gears too, cos the next thing he said was "Uh-huh. I am. You can't have sex right now, but you can give Daddy a blowjob."

That made me groan more and my tummy started to flip. He carried on stroking thru my pjs and after some time snuck his hand under my shirt to fiddle with me skin on skin. Of course part of the turn on was that it felt good being stroked and twiddled, tweaked and pinched, but a larger part I think was knowing that I was submitting. And if you know me at all you'll know that submission is a huge turn on for me. (Isn't that the case for many of us?)

So then I told him what I was thinking. And he understood completely. And suddenly knowing that he knew, as he proceeded to turn on his Dom even more (you know, more pain, more grabbing, more holding me in place), it made me turn into complete mush and jello inside. That was an extra layer of turn-on for me, submitting is one thing, but knowing that he knew I was doing so for him, for his pleasure, as a form of obedience was mega huge to my submissive brain. And knowing that he was 'taking' whatever he wanted, I mean, talk about making sure I was horny. 

He held my head close to him, he kissed and fondled, he grabbed my hair to hold my head in place so he could kiss me hard. At one point he held my mouth open by placing a thumb to the side of my mouth - I could have closed it, but I recognise the signal, that's what he wanted. Control. And I gave it. 

His hand moved downwards towards my pussy (I'm wearing a pad FYI) and even when we HAVE played during my period in the past he'd stay clear of my girly bits. Not this time. He stroked me through my underwear and then started spanking between my legs. Oh man. I know I had extra protection, but it's not like my clit couldn't feel anything. And he did this for an extended period of time. I was going crazy with want. And a little frustrated at not being able to fuck. 

By this time I was holding Roger in my hand and working my fingers all over and up and down his cock, he responded with his own moans of pleasure. Every time he slapped my pussy and I twitched, he seemed to get harder. It went on longer than I thought it would, usually by this time I'd have suggested putting Roger in my mouth. But I let him lead. I let him decide the pace. I let him. 

He stopped spanking my cunt and went back to kissing me and pinching my tits. And then he took his pants off so I had full access to his cock and balls. But still no blowjob. He started spanking me again, with two hands this time. It was insane. Pain, pleasure, submission, all the feels. 

Eventually he thought it was about time I gave Roger a proper seeing to with my mouth. I rushed down towards his crotch and he chuckled. "She can't wait to escape and save her nipples" he commented. 

"No, that's not it, I know you can still reach my tits when I'm giving you a blowjob, but at least my pussy will be safe from the spankings... And Daddy has been waiting a long time for my mouth to be on Roger, so that's why I was quick about it."

The usual hot towel clean up followed his cum, along with fetching him some drinking water.

And the rest of the cuddley evening was spent in a wonderful submissive glow. 

"Good girl," he said, for the umpteenth time that evening, kissing me as he held me close to him. 

My mood pic today ~

 

Dinner and Fun Romping - Don't Hold Your Breath

We went out last night to a busier part of town where one of the restaurants we like (the social enterprise one) teamed up with a cafe / bar! So while bar grub and finger foods (and alcohol) were NOT part of the discount from the dining app we use, the food from their section of the menu was! 

It offered a slightly different fare but we both agree that the food here was probably slightly more yummy than their main store. Which is a pity cos the crowd, lack of service and awful reservation system were just too many strikes for good food to make up for. 

In the past whenever we've booked our table with the app there was never a problem when we got to the restaurant. This time, the lady said we should have called the restaurant directly AFTER making the reservation to confirm it. What? No. That's not how it's supposed to work. She asked if we wanted to sit outside cos they were full. At the standing bar type area. What? No. I'm not eating dinner standing by the side of the street in the drink / smoke zone. 

Eventually we got a table but it was just too much for my aspie brain to handle. 

Like I said tho, it's a pity cos the food was really good. 

Garden salad. Fresh veggies. Good tangy vinaigrette.

Crackling pork belly. Good sized portion, very crispy crackling, and not too fatty. 

The fish-and-chips was awesome. Only these weren't the chips I was expecting. Still, the batter was crumbly and crunchy, the fish was flaky and moist, & the portion was generous for the price. And the 'tube' of fish in batter held up really well to cutting-using-just-a-fork. Which is what I did. 

They do takeaways too... so I suppose if we ever have a craving for any of their dishes we could always call ahead and order takeout.

After dinner we ran out of there - no, actually, we were asked if we had finished with our meal cos there were more people waiting for tables - and after paying the bill - which, thankfully, I checked, cos there was a billing error - we hurried out of there and went looking for a late night dessert place. I'm glad we didn't pay full price for THAT experience.

We found a waffle and ice cream hole-in-the-wall where the ice cream was TOO ambitious. Too much stuff in it, not enough actual ice cream. The rum n raisin was ALL rum and raisin, and the chocolate oreo was just chunks of oreo! The ice cream wasn't rich / milky / oomph-y (BIKSS' word, not mine) enough. The waffle had a homemade flavour to it, but also didn't have enough bite / volume / substance. Still, for a quick $10 waffle fix, it wasn't too bad. 

Doesn't that look like a snowman?

After dinner we came home and hung around in bed. We cuddled and kissed... and touched and hugged and did all the things we haven't had a lot of time to do recently. Covid has seriously curtailed the sneak-kisses and face-in-sleeve nuzzling when we go out, cos #masks right? 

And having weird work hours now (for BIKSS) in addition to the mother being here has also made it more difficult for us to have long, languid lie-ins. 

So since we got the chance, we did all the touching and kissing and nuzzling we could. At one point he sneakily pulled off my undies from between my legs and I found myself on my back with my legs in the air, feet touching, and having to hold them up with my hands. It's the classic baby-grabbing-toes pose. 

Only I'm no baby. And BIKSS was having an extra serving of dessert with his face in my girly bits while my legs were up there. He wasn't the only one who got extra dessert tho. I got my share of his popsicle stick later on during round two.. on my side, with his crotch in my face and my hands running all over the back of his thighs... and butt, and balls... yumm! 

Even with our limitation on noise he managed to infuse last night's session with the essentials:- Nipple-pinching, check! Hair-grabbing, check! Choking and slapping, check! The thing that struck (pun not intended) me most was how all that "roughness" was perfectly balanced by all the kissing and stroking and rubbing and touching... much more so than we usually engage in. Perhaps we've been starved of a good and proper lovemaking session for far too long.

(And as for not holding your breath - BIKSS said he would be happy to write a post about last night's encounter... but just so you know... it might take a while.)

Kinky Bralette And Loud Kimono

I bought a lace bralette. It's not kinky. It arrived yesterday.

It's soft and comfy and very affordable at a mere $3 - but shipping cost me $4. Still, for 7 bucks it's a really good bargain. 

I got the one in navy. Then went back today to wish.com to get some other colours. 

But while I was looking for the same listing, I came across THIS kinky thing. 

Yup that's the FRONT of the bralette with no cups and the back has just the halter and back strings. 

Perfect for boob-smackings and nipple play I think. 

If you're keen on getting it - CLICK HERE. It says "FREE" - Just Pay Shipping (which looks to be $4 right now). 

And, no, I'm not getting it.

In other news, my maxi kimono style cardi arrived - and I wasn't sure if I was going to keep it or not... it's LOUD. I love it. But it is SO LOUD. 

<- Here's the pic. 

There's a lot of it. It's long. And tassles. And long sleeves - not 3/4, not push up, LONG sleeves. 

But what the heck. I bought it for a reason and to hell with society's judgements on whether that's too loud for an Asian girl. 

Keeping it I am!

Besides, I have way a lot of black dresses that would work under that. 

And now, back to studying... when will it be over?!!?!?

The Post Dinner Fuck Before He Leaves

After dinner last Friday I had a hankering for cake so I randomly gave Daddy directions to turn this way and that on the way home, and we went thru some streets we normally don't have to drive thru... it was kinda fun. 

He offered to take me to the place I know will have good cake, but I didn't want to drive in the opposite direction of where we were going, so I said don't bother. Can you turn right? 

LOL. He sure could he said.

After 2 weeks of NO nooky, I said to him, you know we're going to go back and have sex, and I'm going to put Roger in my mouth - so at this point I figure you'll drive me anywhere I bluddy well wanna go. 

He laughed at that, and said, you're not wrong! We ARE going to have sex and you ARE going to put Roger in your mouth, but that's not why I'm driving you anywhere you want to go. I would do that anyway. Sex or no sex. 

We DID have sex. And I DID have Roger in my mouth. But not before I knelt in nothing but my knickers by the side of the bed and fed BIKSS some of the Chocolate Peanut Butter Stack we picked up from Starbucks. "Thank you for letting me spend your money," I said :) He laughed at that. I think he has it bad for me.. the way he finds everything I say amusing. 

But don't tell him I said that. Ha!

Halfway through kissing and fondling my nipples the tenant came home, so there was NO spanking cos #NOISE. But he made up for that with really hurting my left nipple. It got bad enough that I had to whine and tell him it hurt. I was grateful for the distraction of an erect cock in my mouth, fucking the back of my throat. But even that didn't take my mind off the pain. 

Oh, and cos I was lying on my side while he was pumping into my mouth, #DROOL. Ugh. I hate it. But he doesn't really care. So drool there was. 

Could I breathe? Not really. I had to take really shallow breaths. And concentrate on not choking at the same time. Not very successfully I might add. It's been a while since we played like this. I wouldn't say it was necessarily more kinky. It just seemed a bit more intense than usual. At least I didn't feel like puking up my cake!

There was some face slapping, of course. I mean, we were facing each other on our sides, and he wasn't lying on the side of his spanking hand. So... #SLAP away. 

I couldn't find an accurate pic, but best I could do was show you the thigh-pillow position, 

only flip the girl around so they've both got their feet pointing in the same direction.

Pussy was quite happy to have Roger again after a couple of weeks of NON action. Argh - that was way too long. And after he made NO sound as he was cumming, we spent the next half an hour on our fones, playing this new game he had introduced to me. Because we're comfortable like that. LOL

Before too long there was a round two - and I don't know if anyone experiences this - but when you've had ejaculate inside you does it make a mess when you go another round after? Cos it does for me. At the end of that round I could distinctly feel a wet patch under my left butt cheek. I left my legs in the air while I told BIKSS to check, and I think there might have been some residual spotting cos despite having laid down a towel, the bed and the blankie got a wee bit messed up. But the towel - #SPOTLESS. 

There was much laughter about this. And I ended up doing laundry in the middle of the night. But hey, all in the name of going-away-sex right? (Who am I kidding!? ANY sex!)

He'll be home on Saturday so hopefully the time will pass, and I will be bored at home and sleep early - I feel so sleep-deprived!

And then next monday we're celebrating 7 years! How time does fly.

See you soon!

French Food, Kissing, and NO to the Tawse

I will try and be brief as I am parent-sitting at the moment. 

Yesterday night was our Christmas dinner and celebration. As usual it's impossible for me to get BIKSS anything, so we've decided that his gift will be something of his choosing when we're in Vietnam holidaying next month. 

He brought me MY gifts. I got some really cool (and unexpected) organising tools and what-not in addition to the gift that I KNEW I was getting. It's a car licence plate made in our local format but which reads as my nickname. And I wish I could share it here, but unfortunately that will be a bit too telling. So I'm not going to say too much about that. 

Before that tho we went out to dinner. He made reservations (10 points!) at a little French restaurant that had moved from its original location - we found it by accident the week before when I went carolling and BIKSS came by for moral support. As we walked around looking for a lunch place we saw the restaurant! 

We had some lamb, and a salmon / spinach plate, and then after that we drove to a nearby place for ... waffle and ice cream! My favourite dessert in the whole world! 

We got home after all that food and after I opened my presents I thought that one of the items he had gotten me would make great gifts for a few people whom I hadn't yet gotten anything for. So he offered to drive us to get more! But before that - he pulled out some rubber strips that he had intended to turn into a tawse and experimented with it on my bum. 

No. and No. And again, No. 

"No tawse for you then," he announced. HAHA. Phew. Crisis averted. 

I changed out of my dress into something a little more suitable and away we went. 

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When we got back we collapsed into bed and I thanked him for taking the time to ferry me to the place to pick up the stuff. And I kissed him and well, that got him randy. And as things progressed, um, I got wetter and wetter. And it seems, my lady parts are NOT broken at all. If there was any doubt left after my dry spell some time ago, it's all gone now. 

He tweaked my right nipple and I let out a louder-than-normal whine / gasp / something. He kissed my face and said "Good girl". 

Which is when the conversation ensued about how he knows when to say that. 

And after all the pinching and slapping and grabbing was done, there was a great deal of rubbing on my clit and fingering of my pussy. Which is when I noticed that I had left a trail of wetness on my calf. I looked up at him when I felt it against the back of my thigh as I sat on my heels and little-girl-wailed at him that "I dirtied my leg with pussy juice!" 

He laughed and got up to get some tissue. When he returned I went to pay homage to Roger. More wetness and more drip-age and much, much more nipple torture later, I was ready for him to be in me. 

Merry Christmas Daddy BIKSS ;)

Blindfold

Theere was no blindfold available so he improvised. 

Up came my t-shirt as he peeled it away from my body. I lifted myself as much as I could off the bed so he could pull it over the top of my head. Only he didn't. As my arms came up above my head he pulled the tee, encasing them, at the same time conveniently leaving my face covered in a cocoon made by an inside out night-shirt, left in that halfway place between on and off.

The spanking resumed, on the side of my breast, as his other hand pulled the nipple up making the flesh taught, giving better access.

He pinched. hard. twisting one way then the other. Both hands were busy with hurting my tits now, their having found their targets - one on each nipple.

He rubbed his cock against the outside of my sex, it was delicous. I ached for him to enter. But was certain it would not happen before he used my mouth.

Which I didn't have to wait long for. "Oh such a good girl... " he praised. "Daddy's little fuck holes, hmm? Just lie back and keep that mouth open for me. That's a good girl... "

I was panting. Moaning. Choking. Didn't even do me the courtesy of pulling the collar of the tee above my nose. Just my mouth. That's all he needed. I breathed hard. In part due to excitement, but also because, well, there was cloth covering my nostrils - held in place by my own head lying back on the pillow. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped my breasts around a little more. "Towel?" he asked. Yes I said. (I'm at the tail end of my period.. and we like to be safe rather than messy!)

"Lift." I do. 

"Good girl." 

He gets between my legs and spreads them. My stomach is doing cartwheels in anticipation. Then he enters me. And he plunges and fucks my pussy, "Daddy's good little fuck toy... " 

I melt. And he cums inside his pussy. 

FFF 45 and A Day Out with Daddy

Last week was Flu week. I basically came home from work on Wednesday and took my step tracker off and didn't touch it again till Saturday. Here are the dismal numbers :

Average steps : 4689
> 10k steps : Tuesday - 10,486
That's the only day I clocked more than 10k :)

But on to more important things!

BIKSS took Wednesday off to hang out with me and he found an obscure cinema that was still screening The Nutcracker! Whoop! I was kinda disappointed the week before that I didn't get to watch it while it was still showing in the cinema nearby - no thanks to my flu keeping me in bed for the better part of the week. 

So off we went. I also managed a spot of shopping - got a new black outfit for choir so I'm pretty pleased with myself. (Or else I would have had to make do with my ONE black pair of pants and a long sleeved top which are both forever-years-old. We're talking more than 10 years here...)

After our movie (which I totally enjoyed cos I adore Disney movies PLUS this one had music from Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker) we went in search of food. BIKSS took me to this restaurant in another mall which we had never been to, where you can make your own Poké-bowl. 

It's pronounced Poh-kay and no, it has nothing to do with Pokemon. At least I don't think so. 

We had a tuna bowl with pulled pork - and there are zoodles (zucchini noodles) under there somewhere. 

After our super healthy late-lunch, we headed off to yet another mall. This time, for dessert. I had a hankering for chocolate cake. But we came upon a popular waffle place - we didn't know they were in that mall! - and had that instead. 

Have I mentioned I love waffles? Well. I do.

No doubt this did not help my cough any. I'm hacking like anything today. But it was worth it! 

We walked around and explored the mall a little bit and after picking up some baking supplies (Christmas fruit cakes here I come!) we headed home. 

During our sexy time as I was sucking on Roger I realised that my mind was drifting to other things. I know, I know, how on earth could I do that? Easy. I think of blowjobs as a sort of calming, meditative activity. I get settled between his legs and just let the whole experience take over. My lips search him out, kissing, touching, my tongue begins to flick over his most sensitive places, my fingers trail all over his thighs and ball sac, I close my eyes and inhale his scent and just let everything else that's carried over from the day fall away. 

I asked him if he could tell that my mind was drifting, that I wasn't 100% focused. He said he could. But I really don't think he had anything to complain about. I doubt many blokes would take too much offence at having a girl absent-mindedly suck their cock. Especially when she's quite comfortable there and doesn't look like she's about to move from her spot anytime soon.

Still, all good things must end. If only because this lidl girl was horny and ready for a fucking after her nipples had been tweaked and pulled for rather a long while. They still hurt. Ouch.

;)

KOTW - For The Modern Miss

A lot of massage places for men in my country offer "specials" or "happy endings". I don't think I've ever heard of the equivalent for ladies. But then, I'm pretty sure it's easier to masturbate a guy to orgasm than a girl - and trust me, I've been to both places! Women tend to be a little more particular about how they're touched, and I'm sure you all know about the mental hangups etc. 

Some time back BIKSS and I were in bed and he started playing with my boobs, massaging them, twiddling my nipples. Then licking, sucking, biting! Just basically giving them all the attention. It felt different - like it was FOR ME, instead of for him, you know? I mean, yes, yes, it's always for me, but he gets turned on by my reactions too so at some point it's also for him. But this time, he made no move to carry on to the "sex" part of the session. Instead, he just got comfy and hung around my boobs for a whole half hour. 

It was immensely pleasurable. No pressure to get wet and have sex. No pressure to move on to more meaty stuff. Just lying back and enjoying the sensations. It was all kinds of relaxing. 

And I said to him this should be made commercially available to all women! The times we live in - they are too fast. I live in a city (imagine a fast paced Hongkong style place) and everyone's always just on the move all the time. We schedule hour-long massages between meetings; make hair appointments on days when we can work outside the office - with a laptop on the counter as we wait for the colour to set; shop during our lunch hour - and inhale a sandwich in the last 5 minutes of it as we're running back to the office; cram in a movie on Saturday afternoon between the kid's choir practise (9am - 12 noon) and ballet class (4pm to 6pm), and speaking of, grocery shopping gets done while said kid is at ballet. No one has any time to just sit and chill. And what about sex? Sex is on Sunday morning before getting the whole house ready to go to the beach to have some fun, dammit! Cos it's Sunday and we're going to spend it outdoors if my life depended on it! Now hurry up cos we need to be done with having fun before 3pm! Then it's off to grandma's house for our weekly family dinner. 

It's rush rush rush all the time. 

Wouldn't it be great if we could pause life for a moment and indulge in some pleasurable sensations? Just for an hour, of course, cos that's all we can afford (and barely so!) but mmmm, will someone please twiddle my nipples for an hour a week? I'd be happy to pay. Cash. Or a blowjob. 

How about you? Would you pay for such a service? What about a breast massage? 

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